IN-LAW
All because of this fucking bra

"May, but don't disturb your rest, yeah." Smooth impact.

"Mmm .." hiss Aralia.

As soon as the room was silent, Aralia regulated the breath that made her chest tight. Varga stared blankly at the entrance. His mind was carried away and his contents were vague.

Aralia took a slow breath, now the heartbeat was normal and it calmed her down. Aralia made sure her heart was beating fast earlier because of the effects of the drugs that entered her body.

It's not because of Varga ...

"Sister, can I take a shower for a minute?"

"You can do it yourself?"

"Mm.m ...,"

"Well, call me if you need anything and be careful with your hands on the drip, don't let the hose get in the water" Varga said, before leaving Varga to help Aralia get out of her sleep.

Although the difficulty of removing his clothes did not dampen the spirit to clean themselves. Her body felt sticky making her uncomfortable.

"Finally ...." Aralia breathed a sigh of relief after successfully stripping her clothes off one by one.

Call me if you need anything ...

"will not!" Firmly haughty while flushing his body with a shower using one hand while the other hand in raised high avoiding water.

"I don't need his help" he said again, this time the bath is over. Just put on the clean clothes that he had brought to the bathroom.

Clothes from the navel down he managed to wear, but when wearing a bra he just felt the real difficulty.

"Gosh this is exhausting!" Grunts and gives up, the bond cannot be put together.

Call me if you need anything .., again he remembers Varga's message that he recently underestimated.

Whahuh? So I should ask for his help? Aralia makes a furious. Tired and give up Aralia wearing the Bra without being hooked then wearing a white shirt and buttoning slowly.

Aralia was sitting on the edge of her bed, her current feeling was uncomfortable. Black bra without the link is the cause.

"Gosh ...," Aralia exasperated, lying covered herself with a blanket. The sound of footsteps coming closer outside his hospital entrance made him slightly stiff.

Checklic

The door opened, showing Varga's figure casually stepping over to Aralia.

"Have you finished the bath?"

Aralia did not respond, she instead covered herself with a blanket of fret because the current Bra she was wearing now rose leaving both bumps inside her chest.

Varga raised both of his eyebrows confused. Feeling neglected he pulls Aralia's blanket in annoyance.

"Sister!" Aralia gasped back to pull the blanket and covered herself.

Enough's enough! This is already too much.

Varga growled, pulled the blanket back and threw it on the floor.

"What's your problem?" varga asked with a domineering voice, a cold gaze and a flat look. Aralia replex sat up, her face pale not because of her pain but Varga's sharp gaze managed to pierce her heart.

"If anyone asks. Answer it! Don't ignore!" he said it was full of emphasis on every word there.

Aralia felt her heart thump in fear. Varga's face was now very close to his, the man forced Aralia to look at him holding her chin up with her fingers.

Varga's sharp gaze made him curse himself, if only he had not ignored this man's little question.

Varga pressed Aralia's chin with her fingers, making her look up slightly with her lips open. Sexy, makes Varga want to luke it out.

Unconsciously the two noses had already touched each other, Varga swallowing her saliva smelling Aralia's warm breath.

A little more, just a inch away Varga would touch those lips but the open door movement blew it all away.

"Pak Varga."

Varga removed Aralia's chin from her grip, turning her head at the origin of the sound from the door.

"Oh, have you come Lisa?" Immediately Varga picked up the blanket that was on the floor and covered Aralia's feet no matter how Aralia looked at her.

What is this ...? aralia's heart was beating fast again, the circles in both corners of her eyes were about to fall and she quickly wiped them with the back of her hand.

Lisa, Varga's secretary in her office slightly glanced towards the curious Aralia.

So this is Varga's wife? Beautiful too.

There is jealousy in the beautiful woman who has a sexy body with a chest bulge twice as big as Aralia's.

"Lisa's been handling my work for a few days" Varga said, after signing some of the files that Lisa brought there.

Aralia no matter what they were talking about, she was more interested in how to tie her slightly annoying hair.

"But still I've been troubling you." Lisa smiled, she looked towards Aralia who had difficulty tying her hair up, as well as Varga she followed Lisa's gaze.

"Oh yeah, you don't know my wife, do you? Her name is Aralia." said Varga, bringing Lisa to Aralia.

"Ara knows she's my secretary, her name is Lisa" Varga said.

Lisa reached out her hand but then pulled back as Aralia simply replied to her with deheman while pulling both corners of her lips.

"Can I help you?" Lisa volunteered to tie Aralia's hair but came back subtly rejected.

"No thanks" said Aralia, re-groaning her hair.

"The lady is more beautiful that way." Praise Lisa, of course with a sweet smile but not from the heart.

She was so arrogant.

"really? My wife is beautiful." said Varga was proud and Aralia did not care at all.

"Then I go back to the office, sir. I still need the director's signature."

"Oh yes, please. Thanks again." Varga escorts Lisa out the door, but somehow Lisa suddenly turns around to break Varga's chest.

The two chuckled, one withstood the pain while the other apologized and the one sitting on the bed there watching with a corner of a smile without squinting, was less comfortable.

"Maaf pak saya tidak sengaja." ucap Wanita itu, menutup wajahnya tertawa.

What's funny, Inner Aralia.

"It's okay,"

Cih, it's okay ...! the stone looked at the two people there.

"I just want to say happy birthday Mr. Varga, long life and of course the more successful it is in the family career."

Varga looked startled, he turned to his wife and foolishly Aralia grinned.

"Oh my goodness! it turns out I'm birthday today. Thanks again, Lisa, this must have surprised me."

"So I'm the first one" Lisa was surprised, glancing at Aralia from the tail of her eyes.

"Yes. I even forgot that today is my birthday."

Varga's birthday today? Which me? Why do I care too. Aralia is back.

"We are waiting for the deal, sir,"

"Sure,"

Lisa reached out her hand and greeted by Varga, they shook then the woman left from there.

Ah ... Varga closed the door, put her hand in her pants pocket smiling knots, then she turned to look at Aralia who had covered her whole self with a blanket. Varga shook his head at his wife's indifference.

"Nova ...,"

not wanting this to happen again, Aralia replied, "yes" she replied from the blanket. Varga sighed heavily sitting up taking Aralia's hand which was attached to the infusion.then Aralia felt a swab in her palm, warm and tingly.

"Stop brother." Aralia muttered, pulling his hand slowly but Varga did not let go. He kept wiping it.

"Sister, don't joke I don't like." Aralia takes off the blankets and finds Varga smiling sweetly at him.

anything at all, just wanted to swallow.

"Drink yes,"

without waiting for Aralia's approval, Varga had already thrust a straw towards Aralia's mouth.

"Already," he murmured releasing a straw from his mouth.

Varga grabbed Aralia's face, stroking it with her thumb. Staring at his wife inside.

"don't repeat like that, I don't like to scold you" Varga said, feeling guilty. Aralia reflexively nodded back at Varga's gaze.

their gazes met, a little long until Aralia finally opened her mouth to say something but it was very difficult.

Varga realized that and asked, "do you want anything?"

Aralia could not hold it anymore, slowly she shifted her body and brought herself closer and whispered right in Varga's ear.

Varga smiled, looking at his wife who looked down shyly.