Grasping
The Part 25
The car that Glory was driving had left the courtyard of Mr. Bejo's house. Only Yusha and Kelvin remain.
"Niar, we'd better go home now," Yusha asked.
"Sorry Nak Yusha, do you not want to stay here first" said Bejo, chatting with his son-in-law.
"Yes, sir, we'll stay here one day if you don't mind." Niar agreed to his father's proposal. The girl wants to enjoy the last day at her house before she is in boyong to Yusha's house for an indefinable time.
"Niar, he's already your husband, it's not good to hear that you still call him master." Mr. Bejo advised.
"Nm ... Ka-k Yus-ha," Niar errs nervously.
Yusha's ears felt strange hearing Niar calling him Kak. Stranger yet feels different, a little warmed up to hear it. The man remained silent, neither refusing nor disapproving.
"Are we going to sleep in this house?" Yusha asked doubtfully. His eyes examined the building in the field, looked old, looked worn and narrow. Can he stay in the house for one night? From childhood he never left his magnificent palace, he must have difficulty adjusting the situation.
Niar nodded, but Mr. Bejo spoke again. "Mr can't force it, if Nak Yusha doesn't want to stay, that's okay. You must obey your husband, Niar."
Niar looks gloomy, actually he is not ready to return to Yusha's house because he is afraid that the man who has become her husband will ask for his rights tonight. Really, he's not ready.
Seeing Niar turn moody, somehow made Yusha say without consideration first. "Okay, we're staying here tonight. But tomorrow morning I have to go back to my house" he said.
As if lucky, Niar looked up and smiled at Yusha. "Yes, brother, thank you for staying here" said Niar happy.
"Vin, you're back at the hotel. Tonight I'm staying here" Yusha said, turning to face Kelvin.
"Ready Mr." Kelvin approached his master and spoke softly. "Mr Mahendra called me and asked you this question."
Yusha took the phone and turned on the power on, since earlier he deliberately turned off the phone power so that nothing interferes.
"Hello, pa. ..," Yusha slightly moved away while calling her papa.
"Why can't your phone be called? Mama just came home from your house, but you're not there."
"Yusha is having business, pa. I can't go home tonight either. Nitip greetings to mama," Yusha replied.
Mr. Bejo followed his wife who was cleaning the kitchen, during the work Sumiati grumbled. He had to clean up the rest of the show by himself. Nesva is of course indifferent when it comes to dealing with the kitchen. Niar? There was no way he had Niar clean things up, feeling disinclined by Yusha's whereabouts.
Yusha was alone sitting cross-legged in the living room after talking briefly with his father over the phone. It felt strange and awkward to be in that house. Wanting to catch up with Niar, but not knowing where the girl is.
Niar who had wanted to change clothes felt difficult and asked his brother for help. The girl knocked on Nesva's room, "what the hell is wrong!" cynical Nesva when opening the room door.
"Sister, please help me take off this makeup." Niar pointed over the back of the head.
"Ih .. ask your husband for help! Not me!" reject Nesva and close the door to her room again.
Niar turned to peek at the small gap of curtains in the middle door, seeing that part of the living room turned out to find Yusha alone and was busy with his cellphone.
It was heartless to leave Yusha alone, however the man must have felt strange to be in his home.
He stepped towards Yusha. "The gentlemen are here alone" he asked.
"You can rest in my room" said Niar.
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Yusha rubbed his face rough, the man's mouth hissing with occasional pecking in annoyance. He did not like the situation in Niar's room.
It was currently one o'clock at night, but Yusha's eyes could not be closed at all. Sweat the size of a corn seed melted on his white forehead.
The man was overheated in Niar's narrow room, even for breathing it was difficult.
Not out of thought, how could the Niar family survive living in that house. Moreover, Niar's room, Yusha's eyes examined the room with jelly without anyone being missed.
Only increasing with one suitcase of his, Niar's room really no gap to kick a leg. The maid's room in her house was wider than the room she currently occupied. With foam that feels hard to make his body feel pain.
Plaque ... plaque ...
Rogue mosquitoes are scattered, making Yusha's hands unceasingly clap to repel mosquitoes.
Just then Niar's sleep became disturbed. "You haven't slept, sir?" Although she has officially become Yusha's wife, but she does not remove the instant hijab from her head.
"You think I can sleep in a room more like a chicken shelter?" reply with an annoyed look.
"Why the hell should I stay here? Why not go straight home to my house, or we can stay at the hotel," Yusha added, still upset.
Niar shifts his body to the wall, feeling guilty asking Yusha to stay at his house. He did not think long if Yusha would be angry and find it difficult.
"How can you sleep here? Hot, lots of mosquitoes, narrow again," he grumbled.
"Sorry, is Mister hot?"
"Only abnormal people who are not overheated sleep in this engap room," Yusha joked.
"You lie down, let me be the fan," Niar bargained.
Yusha laid his body on a mattress that he thought contained stones. Because the bed was very hard and uncomfortable.
Yusha lay on his back to Niar, not caring about the girl.
Niar continued to flick the thin book to fan Yusha's body. The situation lasted nearly two hours until the sound of chicken crowing was heard.
Niar who was about to be shut was back awake when the thin book in his hand fell down. He almost fell on the chest of Yusha who has now changed position lying on his back.
In the low-light room Niar observed Yusha's face being covered with a peaceful face. A smooth white face with perfect sculpture. Thick eyebrows, sharp eyes but sometimes soft, sharp nose with the size of the lips fit. The sideburns are shaved to make the face look younger than its age. Her messy hair filled the pillow.
Upon awakening, Niar shook his head and cursed at his thoughts that had just admired Yusha's figure.
However, he must be self-conscious and keep his feelings from falling into his charm. The man who claims to love his first wife.