Farewellless
Oil massage on sunday,

A few weeks later,

A painting of Linda's face was finished in Fay's hands. He smiled sweetly when he saw the perfect result from his hand graffiti. The face of the in-law is beautifully painted on the 80x100 cm canvas. A special work dedicated to her mother-in-law.

"Mommy would have liked it" Fay murmured after seeing the details of the painting.

Fay stood up from his seat, he stretched his body for a moment to stretch the muscles of the body. This whole day the young mistress spent on the back porch. No one dared to bother him if he was already struggling in front of the canvas.

"Huh twelve o'clock at night?" Fay muttered after seeing the circular watch in his hand, "a desolate impression," he muttered again after seeing the circumstances around.

Since the morning, Mr. Bram and Ms. Linda went to Bandung to visit relatives. Fay lives alone with Arvin in this house. In fact, she herself did not know where her husband was at the moment. However, even on weekends, since Fay's departure, Arvin has never been to a nightclub. It seemed, he was trying to dodge Raka or rather trying to change for the better.

"Better now I'm sleeping! This painting is good to put in the family room," Fay murmured after thinking for a moment.

After cleaning all the equipment, Fay took the painting to the living room. He arranged the painting in his place and after that, he decided to go to the room to rest.

Fay was stunned after entering the room. He saw Arvin sleeping on the couch like he had in the days before. Although his relationship with Arvin began to improve, but Arvin still slept there. Improving doesn't mean the relationship is back to what it used to be. With the help of the psychologist named Zeda, slowly the trauma experienced by Fay began to disappear. Although close to Arvin, he no longer felt fear until his body shook violently. Sometimes the two of them go out together for dinner or shopping. Only, Arvin still survives sleeping on the sofa. I don't know what made him make that decision.

"Actually Arvin's why, huh?" inner Fay while observing the curled up body, "why didn't he just sleep in bed? Doesn't his body hurt when he sleeps here?" Fay muttered inwardly as he observed the husband.

Fay passed to walk in closet after pensively near the sofa. Shortly after, he returned again carrying a thick blanket of gray. He opened the blanket and began to cover the curled body.

"I'd better get some rest because I have to go to church tomorrow" Fay muttered after finishing covering Arvin's body. He took a step towards the bathroom before resting.

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The sun began to heat up even though the time indicator had not reached the number ten. After a regular Sunday service, Fay left the church. Today he left to be escorted by the driver because Linda had not returned from Bandung.

"Just go home, sir," Fay said after getting into the car.

The white car started to walk out of the parking lot. Now, the white car drove towards the Bramasta residence. The driver who used to drive Fay was surprised, because the young mistress did not go to see the house they used to pass after returning from Church. However, if with Linda, Fay did not dare to invite her driver to pass the house.

After splitting the streets of the city is quite dense, in the end the car arrived at the courtyard of the magnificent house owned by the Bramasta family. "Thank you, sir," Fay said before exiting the car.

Step by step Fay had passed until he reached the family room. He stopped his steps when he stepped on the first step of the stairs. Sayup-sayup, he heard the voice of Arvin who was complaining of pain from the back porch.

A great curiosity made Fay decide to look at Arvin. He settles without wearing footwear so that his arrival is not known by anyone. Fay frowned when he saw Arvin sitting on a sun lounger chair facing the pool.

"Oh, sick, Bi!" arvin shouted as bi Narsih massaged his neck.

Fay wondered what had happened to her husband. He walked towards where Arvin and bi Narsih were at the moment. Of course Fay was very careful not to be caught by her husband.

Bi Narsih widened her eyes after seeing Fay there. He closed his lips tightly when he got a signal from Fay to keep the woman quiet. Bi Narsih nodded slowly as Fay gestured for him to ask Arvin about his condition.

"Den, Auntie give you oil massage again, yeah! It's got to be a lot of oil, Den!" said bi Narsih while opening the lid of the massage oil bottle, "indeed this Aden why the hell? Wrong pillow or wrong sleeping position?" Bi Narsih began to launch the action.

"My neck hurts, Bi, because every day I sleep on the couch. But Bi Narsih don't leak this to Mami, yeah!" arvin said without looking. His gaze was straight ahead.

There was guilt in Fay's heart at this moment after hearing the answer. Fay gave a signal for bi Narsih to pour massage oil back on Arvin's neck. He also told bi Narsih to stand from his place.

"Den, I'm standing up! My legs hurt like this" said bi Narsih as he moved from his place, "I pour more oil, let it warm!" bi Narsih.

Now, it is no longer the hand of bi Narsih who touched the neck. But Fay's delicate hand massaged the back of the neck. While bi Narsih was there only asked Fay to ask Arvin. The middle-aged woman, remained standing near Arvin.

"Bi Narsih's hand feels different, huh? Is it because the massage oil is a lot, Aunt's hands are so smooth?" Arvin asked bi Narsih without looking to the side.

Bi Narsih gave a smile after hearing the young master's remark, "so smooth as the artist's hand, huh, Den?" ask bi Narsih with laughter.

"Why didn't Aden ask to be taken by the young mistress? His hands must be smooth! Anyway yeah, good on your own wife's massage, Den! Later it can be a plus-plus," cerocos bi Narsih accompanied by a booming laugh.

Fay tried to hold back his laughter when he heard bi Narsih joking. He was more curious because Arvin did not answer the question from the housekeeper. Fay wanted to know what exactly made Arvin change. It's not as stingy as it used to be.

"Don't ask for a massage, Bi .. sleep with him alone I'm afraid, Bi," replied Arvin after a few seconds of silence.

"Why indeed? Am I like a monster?" sahut Fay, he could not bear to not speak.

Arvin was stunned from his place after hearing Fay's voice behind his body. His eyes widened when he saw his wife was sitting on a bench with him. His lips opened after seeing bi Narsih laughing loosely.

"So, from that moment I'm not bi Narsih, but you, Fay?" asked Arvin with a look of disbelief.

...🌹Happy Reading🌹...

...Ehem uhuy😀😀ada the brave same husband nih🤭...

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