Love Me Om
attentiveness

It was getting late, but Kanaya had no intention of getting out of bed. The pain he still felt even though it had been slightly reduced, Reyhan who felt anxious decided to see the state of the wife.

"Come Om" said Kanaya when she heard her bedroom door on tap.

Reyhan pushed the door slowly, he stepped in and stood beside the bed, looking at Kanaya with pity.

"Still sick?"

Kanaya nodded slowly, the girl's face still looking pale. He sat with his legs crossed while holding a bag of warm compresses that he placed under the navel.

Reyhan scratched his nape which suddenly became a flea factory. The atmosphere became quiet and awkward, Reyhan who had not been so familiar with Kanaya was confused looking for a topic of conversation, as well as Kanaya. At a time like this, he did not have a good topic of conversation.

"Nay."

"Of."

"Emh ... You go first."

Kanaya smiled. " Aren't you opening a workshop?"

"Please on Nay first" Reyhan replied briefly.

Reyhan walked towards the window, opening the air vent wider. The man also checked the cleanliness of the table with his fingertips.

"I'm sorry it's a bit dusty, I'll clean it again" he said as he stepped back closer to the bed.

"It's okay Om, just relax. Sorry Naya ngerepotin Om."

Reyhan smiled, his hands outstretched ruffling Kanaya's hair with anxiety." What a hell, you're my wife."

Deg

It was like ice cream that was placed under the scorching sun of love, melting Kanaya's heart into a double attack from Reyhan. Smile and charming and a touch of anxiety in Kanaya's hair, successfully make the love of Kanaya grow bigger.

"What will we eat later in the day?"

"So much Om, Kanaya never picky food kok Om, all I like," replied the girl with sparkling eyes.

"Ok, then Om stay first huh. You just rest first." Kanaya nodded.

Kanaya stomped her feet after Reyhan closed the door, the girl covered her blushing face in embarrassment. Kanaya desperately held back so that Reyhan did not ilfil her.

Meanwhile in the big house.

Astuti's done the stuff. He had to go home immediately, dragged a large suitcase into the living room, seeing it Mujianto smiled. He stood leaning against the wall looking at Astuti with a look of disdain.

"Your Clay, Vishnu. Already got the loot that went straight away," he said.

"Yes Cak, he just finished dismantling Mom's room. There must be a lot of treasure that he brought," said Vishnu.

The two looked at the middle-aged woman who was raising things on top of the pickup car. They do not care and do not want to help him, the struggle for inheritance can indeed make people dark eyes, the relationship between brothers become tenuous and foreign.

"Duh, tired. But I'm good enough to bring all this to people at home." Astuti wiped the sweat off his forehead.

True Mujianto's guess, Astuti had ruffled Eni's room, looting items he thought were valuable. Clothes, blankets, small jewelry, electronic items and anything he can carry. Of course he was not alone, there was someone who helped Astuti do that secretly.

A message notification went into Revelation's phone, making the flat object in her pocket vibrate. The man's thin mustachioed eyes bought wide when he saw a photo in the message.

"Wong Edan, his greedy beg for mercy!" Pekiknya.

"Why you?" Tanya Mujianto who with fused eyebrows.

Vishnu suddenly looks so angry after seeing a message on his phone. Without answering Vishnu thrust the flat object at his first brother, Mujianto's eyes turned red. His chest was bursting, inflamed furiously.

"Smitch, I'll teach him a lesson. It's as good as that bitch."

Mujianto is stepping. However, Vishnu prevented it. Mujianto turned his head, staring intently at the younger brother without

"Wait for Cak, let him go home first. I have a better plan."

But Mujianto did not care about Vishnu's words, with wide steps he came out, approaching his younger sister.

"I want to go home, Cak, what's wrong?" Astuti asked in surprise, looking at Mujianto who looked so angry.

"Give me the stuff you took from Mom's room!" Mujianto's Order.

"What, I didn't take any valuables from there. All are in the raze, nothing is left. I just picked up some of the cloths that you kept in the closet, if you want to take it," Astuti replied casually.

Mujianto clenched his hands, the man's eyes sharpened staring at the relaxed looking Astuti.

"Don't think I'm a fool Tuti! Give me back that thing quickly, or I won't be disinclined by you!" Mujianto's teeth tightened up his anger.

"What should I give back! We've got our own parts, Cak,-"

Plaques

A slap landed hard on the woman's cheek, making her turn.

"Don't make me do more than this, Astuti!" Mujianto's index finger stiffened before his sister's face.

"I'm not giving you anything!" Resolute Astuti that increasingly makes Mujianto furious.

"Smitch! Don't tell me you asked for this!"

Mujianto snatched the bag Astuti was carrying, the woman of course defended it with all her might. But his strength lost to the Big Brother, the bag was taken by force until the rope was broken.

Astuti's face turned pale as Mujianto opened the bag and took out a black velvet box.

"What is this heh?! What?!"

"You said you didn't take anything. It's chic!" Mujianto spit next to Astuti.

"You think you can lie to me! Here, you greedy woman!" Mujianto forcibly pulled Astuti's hair, dragging his sister back into the mansion.

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Reyhan is busy in the workshop, there are some customers who come to serve their motorbikes. Reyhan workshop is not big, but the service is not inferior to a large workshop. Reyhan's fast and good work always makes his customers satisfied.

"Udah Bro?" Ask a guy to Reyhan.

"It's all right," Reyhan replied to the owner of the motor matic.

"So how many?"

"80."

The man took out a piece of money from his wallet and gave it to Reyhan.

"There's no change here."

"Udah for you," said the man.

"Okay, yak often."

"Your mute" said the man as he rode the motorbike that had just finished serving.

After his customers left Reyhan immediately washed his dirty hands with oil. He remembered his wife whom he had not seen at all.

"Has he eaten?" Reyhan murmured while looking at the wall clock.

Time has shown at one o'clock in the afternoon, when Reyhan is still widowed he is not so attentive to his meal. But now he has to take care of his little wife, especially Kanaya is not healthy.

Reyhan decided to buy food at a stall not far from his home.