Leaning Sweet Me
Stay at home in-laws2

"Sister.." cried Farrel with his head sticking out of the room.

Sri's mother, Andra, Nissa and Metta also turned their heads along with Farrel who opened the room door.

Metta got up and approached him.

"Let's eat first, I'm hungry!" abugn.

" Sister is waiting for me? Hmm the sweetness of my wife," she pinched softly on Metta's cheek.

Andra and Nissa giggled at them, what else heard the word Farrel had just said. My wife's.

"El iiih .. shame to know!" metta muttered with round eyes.

"Everyone else is ashamed, same family themselves are ashamed. All of them are embarrassed." Farrel.

"Udah come on ahk, I'm hungry."

I was embarrassed too, especially seeing the way my mom smiled at me. That's really embarrassing.

Finally they both walked towards the dining table, while both sister and mother were almost done.

"Sorry son El, we're not waiting." Said Sri's mother.

"Yes bang, it's over if you wait for brother to wake up, I can't afford it. Let Sha alone." said Nissa with a mouthful of food.

"It's okay mom, Nis."

"What am I, I'm hungry!" sumpul Metta's.

"Sorry baby...."

Andra turned both of her balls off guard, which made her feel strange, seeing other men besides her now in her house. Seizing all the attention from his family, there is a feeling of not being fully willing, feeling rivaled as the family's protective man.

But also he felt calm, the older sister who used to keep a lot of wounds. Today it seemed radiant, and Farrell's gaze upon his brother. I know it, it's love

Metta nodded, then she prepared a plate for Farrel, filled it with rice and side dishes for him, only to take it for herself.

Likewise with Sri's mother who smiled to see him, even though he was done with the plate that had been toilet, he remained at the dining table. Look at her first daughter who just got married.

He was no less relieved now, all the disappointments, sorrows, which were kept by his own son were now changed. Being peerless happiness, finding someone who is right for him, accepting everything in him, even his family received it well.

May you always be happy, Mother Sri.

After that dinner, Sri's mother went straight to the room to rest. Nissa had entered the room under the pretext of doing the task, even though she must have watched a Korean film that became her favorite. Andra is also busy preparing for her final school exam.

Metta cleaned the dining table, she brought dirty dishes to the kitchen, while Farrel who after dinner chose to sit on a sofa with an ipad that is now on his thigh.

Work piled up after his vacation was over. Huft....

Dozens of emails, notifications, meetings that can no longer be rescheduled. And all the work he'll do after this. Farrel pinched his forehead slowly. With a lot of work, it is certain that he will be very busy.

Farrel took the phone and dialed Alan's contact number.

"What?"

" Where are you?"

Alan rang out, "What's wrong, if you ask about work, it's better tomorrow. I'm tired."

"Hey stupid, I just haven't asked you anything!"

"That's a risk you have to bear, as a result of your plans and all that ridiculous impromptu stuff."

Tut

The phone connection was simply disconnected by Alan, while Farrel clucked and threw the phone just like that on the sofa.

He re-scrolled his ipad, it was true. This is his responsibility, and all the risks he must take because of his ridiculous actions that accelerate the wedding with his beloved woman.

Speaking of the woman of love, Farrel circled his eyes looking for her, a simple house with all the warmth in it, a house that made Metta personally independent and difficult to conquer first.

Now he pulled his lips to a full curve, then rose from his seat to the source of the noisy sound of the clinking of the dishes and the sparkling water in the kitchen.

"Darling, not finished yet?" ucaonya with a hand that infiltrated the wife's waist.

Farrel chuckled, "What are you doing washing dishes while daydreaming? Hmm...."

The washing movement was suddenly out of focus, the dishes he was rinsing back he rubbed using dishwashing soap. Gosh darn.

Farrel kept his arms around Metta from behind, soft and warm breaths bursting into Metta's nape and ears. Frustratingly.

"El, stop it, I'm amused" he said with his body moving.

"I didn't even do anything! That's the plate you just rinsed, why use soap again?" Farrel chuckles.

Metta clucked, "Yes because of you."

"I was wronged" said Farrel.

"Udah deh, mengedan you why cake there, was not he was giving office work? Is it done?" metta asked to cover up her nervousness.

"Let me finish my task, to get the spit done!" added again.

Farrel accidentally touched his ear lobe, "Indeed when it's done, what do we want?"

Metta leaned in, "El! tickled know...."

Farrel chuckled and twisted Metta's body, resting on both hands pressing against the sink. Staring at Metta who looks wave with stick.

"Are you happy?" tanyanya.

Metta clucked, but with thinly raised lips. "What the hell, always asking that?"

"Just want to make sure, are you happy with me?" tanyanya.

Metta gave a small nod, "Hm .. i'm happy of course."

Farrell smiled, "If that's the case, kiss me,"

"Iiihh ..due habits!" he splashed water on Farrel's face, then chuckled by wiping it back.

"Silver .." - Farrel.

Metta chuckles, by getting back to wiping."Sorry...!"

Touching the face of Farrel who was looking at him deeply, touching his jaw with an increasingly firm line.

The two neutrals clashed against each other, as well as the two lips filled by curved carvings.

"Are you holding back wanting to kiss me?" god Farrel with gnash.

"Farrell...!"

Metta hit her husband on the shoulder, "Ngeselin!"

"Why do you think so much, I already know that you really want to kiss me! Don't you?" Farrel chuckles.

Metta brushed off the hand of her husband who had her body cupped, "El .. don't worry! Who's gonna kiss you!"

"The more evasive it is, the more visible it is." he chuckled.

"Farrel, I want to do the dishes!"

Unexpectedly, Farrel clasped his confinement more and more, "We better have some fun!"

Not waiting for long, Farrel grabbed Metta's chin and melu matt lips that became opium to him. Thin and increasingly blushing.

Smear the sweetness of chewy objects that make him always want and want. Wherever they are.

Nissa who suddenly entered the kitchen also hit the door.

"Oounnchh....!"

Making their activities stop, Metta again washed the dishes by looking sharply at Farrel.

"I said what too? I know we...!"

Farrel scratched the nape. Staring at the dimly lit Nissa turned around without saying anything.