Hidden Leaning
Complicated relationship

"Milk?" Dirga parroted his wife's words, really he did not believe in the response of his woman, when he had struggled not to explode in less than ten minutes.

"Yes, to me you're good for a beginner like you." Kyara takes a tissue on the nightstand and cleans hers from the remnants of their united romance fluid. It also gives some tissue to its droves. Kyara moves to the bathroom, yes she wants to take a bath again after sweating together.

Dirga was silent in his place, he had to contact his brother-in-law later it seemed like his brother-in-law would know the cause not long while in bed, the duration only lasts no more than forty minutes with the main game.

"Am I not normal, she thought." Dirga does not know if the standard of Asian when making love is not more than an hour.

Kyara soaked in warm water mixed with the aroma of therapy, her face flushed red as she recalled her play and her flocked husband. He started to like the young teenager.

"Don't like him Kyara, he's just a stinky kid you can't make your pedestal or protector." Kyara ordered herself to fortify her feelings not to be washed away. "Let's just say he was your date last night" though Kyara brushed aside if she thought Dirga was like the cheap guy she used to meet.

Kyara came out of the bathroom looking for Dirga who disappeared somewhere, young man was not on the bed even the sheets that were irregular now neatly arranged back. And the scattered tissue was also no longer there. Kyara guessed that Dirga was the one who cleaned it up, there was no way the janitor would clean up the prostitutes he created without being told to.

Kyara was wearing her clothes a white t-shirt combined with black hot pants covered in the shirt. He exited the room looking for Dirga.

"Sister, a long bath. I've been hungry waiting for Brother since." Dirga is still an ordinary teenager he will sulk especially about waiting for every man to hate it.

"sorry. I fell asleep."

"Sleeping in the shower? It's so weird." Dirga's lips.

"I'm soaking, so overslept."

Already in the field of food that began to cool down at the dining table because Dirga had been idling the food without the slightest intention of touching it because it was still waiting for his wife.

"When did you order food?" Kyara asks because the food at the table is cold and Dirga looks upset at her.

"It's been almost two hours. Good thing I didn't throw the bathroom bomb." he was upset.

"Yes, because I want your inheritance and insurance money." Dirga laughs crisply with his own jokester, Ishh, he looks like a real crowd that is as hoarse as he thinks.

"I'm not sure you're ready to lose me." Kyara's clenching face was clearly visible in the young man's eyes.

"Yes, I don't want to lose Brother, I lost once I married Brother but only once." Dirga increasingly laughs amusedly, irritated by waiting to leave somewhere.

"You cut fruit too?" Kyara was stunned when there were apples and mangoes that had been cut on the plate. Even the apples have begun to yellowish probably because too long waiting for him.

"Hm, I also make orange juice for Brother."

"Where did you get the fruits, what ordered them too?" Kyara is curious but she also chooses to eat her food instead of letting it get colder.

"Yes, I ordered it. All for stock." Dirga also put a nugget piece into his mouth.

"Sister."

"Hm."

"Did you often bring your sister's date here? I mean, up in the bed, brother." There is a sense of insecurity in the heart with his own questions. He was afraid if his guess was right.

"I'm a broken woman, a wild mischievous one, but you can believe this. You're the first man I've brought to my house." I'm Kyara honest. Kyara never took any man to her place of residence other than her family.

"Don't say anything bad about Big Brother in front of me." Dirga doesn't like his wife saying Kyara is broken. Kyara stuff can be said like that, really Dirga felt angry at the words of his wife.

"I am indeed the broken woman of Dirga that badly I also ruined you." Kyara said softly, there was a sense of regret that was gouged in her throat.

If that night he had not been determined to desecrate the holy young man before him, perhaps the young man's life would not have been involved in a complicated relationship with him.