IN-LAW
Cheerful

"Haha," Aralia's laughter echoed through the ceiling of her room, making the whole house ask what's wrong. Roland, his father-in-law shook his head as he crossed the door of his son's room.

Ele was curious, to stick her ear on the door leaf hoping to get the contents of the conversation of the couple in the room to make her daughter-in-law was widened.

Roland clucked, pulling his wife's hand down the steps making Ele blush in embarrassment.

Since the couple returned

Aralia chuckled at will without looking at the place and time. Vargo? The man always looks radiant every day.

The house is again a warm and comfortable home for its residents. However, Ele has not yet received an answer from her curiosity. Why did his daughter-in-law turn into a jolly especially when the couple returned home from the city they visited.

Dozens of nights passed in that room. The room that was once quiet because of the restrictions created on the occupants is now turned warm.

Romance always happens there. Tempt each other and give each other warmth.

Varga is more crazy to worship Aralia's body and there is no boredom in his wife's body. Aralia is like that too. Often he teases Varga, jumps on his back or kisses Varga's jaw without shame.

"Honey again horny, huh?" ask Varga deliberately because Aralia bothers him while working on something on his laptop. Lose at the man's feet while stroking Varga's jaws with his fingers flattened.

As fast as lightning Aralia shook her head but her heart nodded. Varga doesn't believe it, immediately lifts Aralia to throw into bed. Flirting with her and making out in seconds Aralia was more wild. Dominate and more aggressive, stripping his handsome man.

Like tonight, after their bed was over, Varga gave her arm to Aralia's pillow, and took her in his arms.

"You satisfied?" Goda Vargo. Aralia blushed hitting Varga's chest gently. Varga repeats whatever Aralia exhorts during their bed.

"Eat me, my dear Varga, your body is very warm." Although harrumphed but his laughter broke open, asked the old couple who accidentally crossed their room.

"Shut up! No, I didn't say that, "Sanggah Aralia drowned her face in Varga's chest. His body shook with the laughter there. I don't know why when he realized as soon as he blushed. All because Varga who always taught him sighs.

Varga smiled, staring at the ceiling of his room. She is very happy to have her ex-sister-in-law.

Sister-in-law? Varga recalled those words reminding her of Rena's late wife. Varga took a long breath. Taking Aralia's hand and then grasping and staring at Aralia's thin fingers and long nails.

"Ra," a doubtful voice sounded.

"Mmm," Aralia looked up, finding out why her husband's voice sounded doubtful.

"You're not accompanying sister jiarah tomorrow?" Varga asked in a small tone. He asked again after several failed attempts to bring him to visit Rena's tomb, his wife always refused with all kinds of reasons.

Aralia raised her body, looking at Varga who was trying to turn her face away. Afraid Aralia got angry and turned both horns on her head.

"Alright, let's go visit tomorrow," I should also talk to him.

Varga looked at Aralia with a look of disbelief, but his wife put on a beautiful smile with bright eyes.

"Thank you baby" Varga moved to crush Aralia. Muah, muah, muah. He kissed his wife's lips happily. Aralia chuckles then replies to one kiss as a sign of good night.

Varga returned to her position, "Sleep, I'll get back to finishing my work" she said, enveloping Aralia's innocent body. Aralia changed her body position curled up and closed.

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Varga and Aralia stand beside the marshy land that is covered with green grass, the tomb of Rena.

Aralia circulated her gaze in all directions retracing her standing at the place while delivering Rena's body.

Varga cleaned the long-looking ramput. Then rubbed Rena's headstone while biting her lips. The bitter taste was still felt in his heart even though this was not the first time he had visited.

Varga looked up holding back her tears to stay there.

Aralia stood looking at the tombstone, then shed her tears.

How's it going? Are you a star now? You must be very shining, right? You go as you please and leave me with all your wishes.

Aralia wiped her tears. Remembering her brother's silly words that everyone who dies will be a star in the sky.

"Don't cry, you miss me?" At that time Rena gently rubbed Aralia's tears because she missed her dead father.

"Really?" Innocent and curious mind, Aralia stared at the sky at night. Rena nodded. "So many stars there,"

"Find the brightest,"

"Is that him?" Point Aralia at one brightly glowing star.

"Well, that's dad. You can talk to her whenever you miss her. He will answer with his light." And from that moment Aralia believed that everyone who died would become a star.

You're a braggart, I don't want to stare at the stars anymore because you're definitely going to mock me from there, right?

Rena who is soft-hearted and mature always keep and play the role of father and also his mother Nisa. since their father died Nisa worked hard to support her family and did not want to see Aralia lose that affection she took the attitude of being a father and sometimes a mother. Until Aralia was a teenager and Rena got married she kept watching Aralia like a father.that's what hit Aralia's heart when Rena left quickly.

"Rena, I'm coming but times aren't alone. Aralia your proud sister is coming. I happy. I deliberately came today because of Bianca's birthday tomorrow, our daughter. Princess Ara too right?" Varga glanced at Aralia who was still standing looking at Rena's gravestone.

"I, I don't want to be sad on our daughter's birthday that's why I came early to tell her about her." Added.

"Bianca can walk and her teeth are eight. He called Aralia Mami, and I'm Daddy. Bianca looks a lot like you especially her bead eyes." Breathe in.

Rena, thank you for choosing a wife for me, thank you for leaving us both to Aralia. I promise to take care of her and love her in my life, my whole heart as you wish. Relax there! Be a star like you said and I believe you're a star in the sky. Varga smiled, remembering what Rena said while still alive.

"Ara, don't you want to say something?" varga asked when she saw that Aralia was silent.

"I've spoken to him" said Aralia, thinning her lips. Varga frowned.

When's? you just kept quiet from before. Inner Varga

Brother, thank you for leaving me to your angel. He's a nice guy and I'm sorry for hating you. You held the man for me and put him by my side. Without your word our relationship wouldn't be like this. Even at the beginning I was against it. But when I look at love through her gaze I believe that you gave me the best. Happy there. If there's a second life, it'll be my sister and I'll give your angel back to you. Inner Aralia crouched down and followed Varga sowing flowers and washing her face

When the jiarah session was over Aralia stepped up to go home but her hand was held by Varga. He turned and looked at the adult man.

"Ara, I love you and it's so. Will you promise to be my companion, your crazy friend, in joy and sorrow. Stay by my side? With me forever?" varga said beside Rena's grave.

"Are you proposing to me?" Aralia smiled, "we're married and enjoying good days and you still doubt my love?"

"I need the answer, in this place at your sister's Rena's meal?"

Aralia smiled as if looking at Rena's headstone for permission."Yeah, I want to." Aralia answered sincerely from her heart.

Varga smiled happily, took Aralia's hand and pulled something out of her pants pocket.

"The ring!" Aralia cried without a sound. Staring at that thing, the thing that Varga pinned on Aralia's sweet fingers during their marriage.

"I'm sorry," Aralia's tears unraveled, her body trembling in tears. Seeing things that were ignored and released the night after they officially became husband and wife. Varga found it in the bathroom just like a meaningless item.

"Sorry ...." His voice was trembling withstanding the cries. He is too angry to care about the objects that bind their relationship.

"It's okay" Varga wiped Aralia's tears and re-embed the ring on Aralia's ring finger. Varga took him by the hand. There in the chest of the field Aralia had a hiccup regretting everything.

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That night at the Balcony Aralia stared at her fingers that had been tucked in a wedding ring. In the middle of the golden ring was a shining thing. Is this a diamond? He thought then shook his head, whatever it was Aralia no matter how much she enjoyed the meaning of the ring more in relation to Varga.

"That's a diamond, dear" Varga said after noticing Aralia observing the object from inside the room. Aralia turned her head and fell. The man's hands were already coiled around his waist and his head was on Aralia's shoulders.

"Really?" Aralia did not expect so big Varga's heart wrapped the expensive ring, even though they did not love each other at that time.

"Yes" said Varga, pecking at Aralia's neck and inhaling her scent. Things he always liked and did every time alone.

"Sister,"

"Mm.m ...,"

Aralia turned around leaning on the balcony divider and wrapped her hands around Varga's neck. "When did you love me?"