IN-LAW
Suddenly sweet

Aralia frenziedly waiting for Varga who had not yet returned home, while the time had been arranged six in the afternoon. Not usually. Aralia fretting.

"Don't see Cayrol again." Aralia folded her hands on her chest, pouting.

The sound of the car horn sounded, Aralia ran down the stairs, "Auntie, justin me." Aralia said when she saw the housekeeper opening the door. The waiter complied and went back to his room.

Aralia opened the door, seeing Varga get out of the car in a tangled outfit. His tie knot was a mess while his blouse was no longer embedded inside his pants. His voice was tired with my eyes as if he wanted to sleep.

"Son ..." said Aralia with a sweet smile that could give encouragement and energy to anyone who saw her.

A row of his white teeth sparkled, but instead of being happy Varga shuddered in horror at it. How not? During his time as his wife Aralia never waited for him let alone open the door. Not to mention the events today made him dizzy.

"Old kok, right? Ara was waiting for you from earlier ampe bored." said Aralia opened the door wide gave Varga entrance. Then Aralia shut it back down.

Varga bent her face, ignoring Aralia.

Bored of? Who asked to wait.

"Sir, what are you going to eat?" Aralia pulled the part carrying Varga's kameja.

"Eh?" There must be something wrong with Ara's brain. Varga looked at him lazily

"I am ready ...,"

"No, Ra, I ate outside." Reject Varga.

"Kok ate outside anyway...?" Aralia pouting.

"Rather than you attention-grabbing, sweet-ass whiz followed me to the room. I want to beat you up!"

Aralia chuckled and it made Varga look at him even more strangely. Varga placed her palm on Aralia's forehead.

"It doesn't hurt, does it? Which benevolent angel enters your soul." Varga was astonished, Aralia's mood was rapidly changing in the near future.

"Broh ..kakak!" aralia protested, her voice spoiled.

"Oh my goodness, tck." Varga walked over, his eyes briefly glancing at the living room. Since that day the room has turned cold. Ele and her husband prefer to relax in their room. Varga and Aralia are busy on their own.

Aralia can catch the faint sadness of Varga.

Varga heaved a heavy sigh, walked up the stairs, as did Aralia following with her ignorant behavior, pulling Varga's shirt and almost making the man fall backwards.

"Ara, don't fad." said Varga looking back, Aralia grinned. Varga's tired of the storm.

"Let go Ra ..." said Varga in despair.

"No way, just keep going."

Varga closed his eyes, this is a woman why the hell? He thought up the stairs with heavy steps because he had to pull Aralia who was attached behind him.

"Come on, fast!" Aralia smiled, she was like an invisible creature attached to Varga. Put a burden on the man's shoulders.

"Ra, you're okay, right? Your head isn't bumping, is it? If we're a hospital, yes." Varga continued to step up to the last step of the stairs, Aralia's behavior was very disturbing.

Aralia fell silent, there was a careless smile on her face. "Nothing, brother, just lazy to go up the ladder. Most." he said, running ahead of Varga and opening the door.

Aralia pulls suddenly Varga's tie makes the man duck while following the steps of his wife who he thinks is going through a crazy process.

"It's nothing, Ara." Varga protest, they're now near the bed. Aralia took her hand off. Looking up at Varga's reddened look tried to calm down.

The stubborn woman climbed into the bed, crouched there, "Yeobo ..," She called out spoiled, grabbed Varga's arms, made the man look at her.

Wonderful? Of course even Varga shuddered in horror at seeing it.

"What did you say?" ask Varga his face is crumpled.

Aralia smiled, aligning her height with Varga who was standing on the edge of the bed.

"Yeobo," said Aralia repeating her remark, pulling Varga's tie forcing the man to keep looking at her. Then Aralia's hand released a tie that was coiled around Varga's neck. That impromptu sweet opening made Varga frown.

Varga looked Aralia in the eye and Aralia looked at him. Their gazes met but only seconds apart. Before Varga finally cleared his throat, turning his face away. Aralia's look made her nervous.

"Mandi ya sis." said Aralia, putting the tie on the bed.

"Mmm, you're weird," said Varga, as he turned his head in front of the bathroom door and said, "what is Yebo (Yeobo)?" Varga was curious, don't-don't his wife call him with a nasty name or some kind of dirty word.

Aralia chuckled, then raised her shoulders.

Yebo (yubo) ? It's strange! is he still sane? Jeez makes goosebumps. Inner Varga, get in the bathroom.

In Aralia's room, there were four cabinets lined up, one of hers and one of her late sister Rena's that she had never touched, considering Varga had given a ban on the first day Aralia entered the room. And all this time Aralia was not interested to know the contents of the closet belong to Rena.

The other closet belonged to Varga. Aralia opened a closet that has three doors and the contents are only formal clothes that are usually used at work. Aralia frowned staring at the clothes hanging neatly, confused where her casual clothes were.

"Search for what, Ra?" Suddenly Varga was standing next to him opening the closet door in the middle of the closet.

The man only used a towel wrapped around half his body down. Aralia was no longer shocked or dramatized like before. Aralia glanced through the tail of her eyes

"Varga's clothes," he blushed.

Varga smiled, took out a white pajama suit with a black line following in it neatly arranged in the drawer of the closet.

Aralia bit her teeth, you idiot, why am I opening this fucking closet. Inner Aralia scratched her head.

Ra .., Ara, one year married you've never touched that closet so how do you know where my clothes are. Varga smiled amusedly, returning to the bathroom.

Aralia sat in front of the bed after closing the closet. He became embarrassed especially when Varga glanced at him with a mocking smile.

"Ra, sister wants to talk, there ...," said Varga giving directions through his gaze as soon as he returned from the bathroom while drying his hair with a small towel in his hand.

Aralia followed Varga's steps from behind, while circulating the amazing scent emanating from Varga's body. Like the fragrance of orange peel oil, lemongrass is also lavender. Very appetizing and arousing aura of spirit.

"Wear what soap, brother, how does it smell good?" Varga suddenly turned around and hit Aralia. Varga's gaze looked ambiguous at him.

"Why?" ask Varga, see Aralia grimacing then grinning. "Sit down!" Aralia sat on the sofa, Varga put the phone on the table, then handed her a thin piece of paper.

"What's this?" Aralia's forehead wrinkled, then read it. Then immediately bring it to its original form.

"Mobile phone note? Sis! So you're changing Cayrol's cell phone?" Aralia's protest was full of annoyance.

Varga grinned, "you ruined it" Varga said casually, seeing Aralia get angry as soon as she calmed down. Aralia is still the same person.

"Tapi nggak harus di ganti kan kak? Uuh ...," Aralia melipat tangan di atas dadanya.

Varga took a deep breath exhaling it. " Ara, you broke Cayrol's phone" Varga said.

Aralia clucked, her face irritated and also looking sad.

"I have to solve all the problems you've caused Ara. But why aren't you sober as well?" ask Varga to massage the trunk of his nose.

"Sir ..., what problem? Cayro it .. it sucks."

"You broke the phone because Cayrol spied on you?"

"it's not just that, but behind it there is also still a brother. She's that ...,"

"You're just looking for an excuse."

"Sister defend him? He's been fighting us,"

"Although it's not because of Cayrol, we've had a storm before, right Ra?"

Aralia heaved a heavy sigh, although answering continuously turned out not to make Aralia into a firm figure, her tears had already fallen.

"Why are you crying?" ask Varga confusedly.

"I hate Cayrol, I hate big brother too" he said, rubbing his nose red. Varga closed his eyes. Especially this is God.

"I'm upset, Cay said he wanted to take my sister away from me, hiks ...." Aralia crying. Varga clucked

"Are you guys dating?" asked Aralia again rubbing her flushed nose.

"Who said it?"

"Cayroll!"

Varga menghele napas panjang, "Ra, kakak memang jalan sama Cayrol ---,"

"Sister kissed her too?"

"Eh?" Varga gasped at Aralia's question. Jeez Cayrol ..just as well as the phone was destroyed.

"Son't go to the movies, eat Cayrol's favorite food and last kiss, and then what's his name if not a date." Aralia rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "It's the same as cheating .., "he continued while hiccupping.

Varga takes Aralia's hand and quickly pulls back Aralia. Varga cupped Aralia's chin leading her to look at him.

"Look, do you remember when you were sick? Your phone's same backpack is missing. The sister asks Cayrol to drive her to the campus gate. Then he said he'd treat it as a thank you." Varga rubbed the tear marks of Aralia on her cheek with her index finger. The man's heart was broken after a day of annoyance.

"Cayrol said he was treated to watch. I don't want to want brother. Keep eating his favorite food ...." Varga so chuckles, very complicated to face unstable teenagers whose emotions explode.

"Why are you laughing?" Varga shakes head.

"You know, right? Do you like to eat Japanese food? Cayrol bring brother eat there already I've come and taste." Varga.

"Where did the kiss happen? in cinema?" Tanya Aralia folded her lips in.

"No kiss dear. Cayrol might just be imagining."

"What did you say?" Aralia smiled, asking.

"No kissing,"

"Create ...?"

"What the hell, Ra. Brother says no kiss ..." Varga saw Aralia spelling in her mouth without a sound. Sa ya ng!

"Sa yes ng ..," said Varga following the movements of Aralia's mouth.

"From now on call me that" said Aralia, smiling shyly as Varga frowned in confusion.

"Your pocket money was cut by eight million."

"No, who told you to change Cayrol's phone. It's his own fault." Aralia's protest turned her back on Varga.

Varga shakes her head, remembering how Cayrol cried at her and shows her a smashed cell phone that was slammed by Aralia. Varga sympathizes but after hearing Aralia's explanation makes her understand the reason for Aralia's anger.

Varga cleared her throat, "yeah, it's okay but next time you get angry please control your emotions, Ra." Varga touched Aralia's shoulder and rubbed his wife's head gently.

"Today your phone slammed tomorrow could be the one. You're small but very stubborn" she turned Aralia's body around and stabbed Aralia's dimple with her finger.

"Where did you get this?" asked Varga looking at the dimple.

"From birth" said Aralia, "is it beautiful?"

Varga nodded, "Beautiful and sweet." Varga muttered making a hue filled Aralia's face, her smile also rose very beautifully. Varga did not miss that wonderful moment. Varga looked at him fascinated. Realizing being stared at for a long time by Varga, Aralia lowered her head.

"Ara wants to sleep." Lirih Aralia, got up from her seat and walked on her bed.

Varga followed, he also intended to sleep. Today was very tired, but even so it paid off even a little. Seeing Aralia being nice made her heart calm even though it still felt strange.

Varga locked the door, took a pillow from the bed and was about to return to the sofa. Aralia who was still sitting on the edge of the bed said. "not tired of sleeping on the sofa?" tanya Aralia looked up at Varga.

Varga shook her head, "eleven months, and is used to it" he said

"Ara wants to share the bed with her sister" she said shyly, biting her lower lip while playing the ends of her hair staring expectantly.

"Huh?" Really weird. Varga was surprised to hear that. Although his attitude suddenly changed but for sleeping problems Varga did not even dream of it.

"This bed is too big for one person" Aralia said standing up from her seat.

"You sure, Ra?" ask Varga to make sure. This was very surprising to him.

"Mmm," murmured Aralia, "the brother here I'm over there" he said again giving directions. Varga said he lifted his leg and lay down. And Aralia too. Varga hesitates to put down the bolster as their barrier but quickly gets rid of Aralia.

"Narrow!" he said he threw the roll on the floor, then slowly approached Varga. The man was closed, his body tilted against Aralia.

"Sir ..," Desis Aralia, her tone fell, making Varga's heart murmur.

"Mmc ..."

"Good night" Varga widened her eyes, too surprised to make her chest narrower. Squeeze a forehead. For the first time it came out of his wife's mouth after thousands of nights they passed in the room.

Varga swallowed his saliva, after a few minutes feeling Aralia motionless. Varga's landing moves sideways towards Aralia who is already asleep. Staring at Aralia's innocent face, her beautiful strands of hair partially covered her face. Varga raised her shoulders, staring fixedly at Aralia.

What's wrong today? The battery, raising the blanket on the body Aralia then Varga again closed his eyes hoping the dream world will soon pick him up.

note: Yeobo: Dear. call dear to husband.(korea)