Married Little Princess Bestie
22. Reapply

Riswan gasped, he widened his eyes, "What?" his screeches. "Repeat once again what did you say?!"

"The light has come home. I got word from the spy I paid for," Adrian confirmed.

Black eye bags, messy hair, complete with fine hairs that filled his beard. Riswan and the sight of clothes that have not changed since a few days ago was very disturbing Adrian. That was how he finally took the initiative to hire people.

It's not about Rhea. The man even claimed to be doing business abroad with the ex. Nor is it about Greg Darmawangsa, because he languished in the apartment a long time ago. It's about Binar.

I don't know what happened to Riswan, but he seemed to contemplate something. Of course Adrian tried to ask, but the man ignored. Riswan only mentions Binar and Binar, the woman managed to control Riswan's mind.

"Is he okay?" Riswan urged, "How is the village? Aman, right?"

Ever since his memory recovered, not a second did Riswan turn away. Binar became an important composition, and his inability to find the woman severely tortured the heart.

Adrian nodded thinly, "It looks good. Ned picked her up himself."

Not wanting to linger guessing, Riswan moved. The man leaves Adrian still trying to prevent him from acting rashly. But who cares about all that? Riswan wants to pick up his wife right now!

He pressed the gas pedal. Drove erratically in the middle of the dense traffic. Riswan is not afraid of the bitch. The shadow of their romance that night did not get tired of haunting him.

Could it be that all this time his subconscious admired Binar? Since when did that feeling grow her lust?

Fuck those!

Not likely.

His desire for Binar must have been nothing more than a momentary lust. He will make sure it directly when he meets Binar. That night was a mistake, and he just got carried away.

Tap for the sake of knocking rough he lay. This time Tria welcomed him.

With eyes puffy and wistful that are difficult to explain, the woman deliberately held the door for longer. As if to signal that Riswan can convey the meaning of his arrival.

"Let me meet Binar" he said loudly before Tria changed her mind. "She's my wife, Tria. Please.." great-grandchild.

Tria grinned with a smile, "As long as I'm still sane and can speak calmly. Can you answer my question, Riswan?"

Riswan.

He could see wrath in Tria's bead. Hatred, resentment, and anger became inevitable. His smile turned into a sneer.

"What do you think of when you do it?" tria asked without waiting for Riswan's deal.

Questions that never escaped Tria's head. What did Riswan think? Is it that the Senafsu failed to control himself and fucked the Binar? It doesn't make sense.

Riswan just swallowed the saliva.

What, huh?

The same question sentence also led Riswan to come to Alvero's residence without consideration. He wanted to confirm the answer after meeting with Binar.

What did he feel towards the teenager who was only eighteen?! Riswan was curious.

"I'm-i..."

"She's my daughter, Riswan!" Tria pushed Riswan's shoulder with her index finger over and over again, "How come you got her pregnant with twins!"

"How many times have you done it?" cecar Tria pulls Riswan's collar. His eyes almost popped out, he boasted of anger, "Jawab, Riswan! Since when did you guys do that behind both of us?!!" his yell.

Just one night.

But Riswan wasn't sure how many times exactly they did.

Is it impossible for Riswan to answer that? Maybe the woman was more crazy and beat him this second as well. Riswan also lowered his head, making Tria pull away while grabbing her hair.

"Why? Much, huh?" sarcasm.

"It's not so, Tria. I was drunk, and..."

"Drunken? You robbed my son's future drunk?!!"

Riswan dropped himself to his knees. He had no choice but to touch her heart. Taking shortcuts to get permission.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, Tria. But let me take him home. I swore I wouldn't hurt him, and something like the other day wouldn't happen."

Tria threw a glance. The woman didn't think Riswan would act like that.

"Then get on your knees. Let's see when you can do it!"

The door slings returned he accepted. Riswan did not move a single bit from his position. The man was also stubborn, he would not go so far as to allow him to meet Binar.

Peering from the door of the room, Binar was stunned. Who would dare to expect Riswan's presence? The sparkle doesn't even let the heart imagine it.

Started to fidget, Binar pacing mandir. After all, the man was still her husband. Although he had incised internal injuries by betraying, Riswan did not deserve such treatment.

Moreover, Ned and Tria acted as if nothing happened.

They continued to eat the menu as usual, debating business issues, joking, until nightfall resting the two. They perfectly ignored Riswan's existence.

From between the windows of the house, Binar stole a glance.

The man is still there. Faithful kneeled while looking down. He seemed resigned, giving up his fate. The heart of Binar is increasingly powerless, what if Riswan suddenly fell unconscious?

He was afraid Greg was suing his family.

With a careful slow motion, he opened the door of the house. Making Riswan look up directly. Their irises met at the same point.

"Binar," he whispered.

That desperate-sounding hoarse tone sliced through his recess, "Come in. Don't make a sound."

Numbness, Riswan's legs feel weak. Binar tried to help him get up but he immediately refused. It is better for Riswan to crawl, than to overload the body of Binar that contains their baby.

In the room of Binar. Riswan sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed.

His eyes wander, while Binar picks up something in his kitchen. Being in this room makes the memories of that night stronger. Until their humble voice can be heard clearly by him.

Suddenly Rswan remembered Tria's question, 'What did he think of doing it with Binar?'

The question echoes, along with the step of Binar who comes in with a cup of tea and a snack

The tail of his eyes was listening to each movement of the Barin. The woman was sitting next to him despite adventuring on a stomach that was difficult to cooperate with.

"Eat," said Binar while busy positioning himself to be more comfortable, "So be quiet? What if I don't go out?" coined.

Riswan's eyes did not move. He went down the line of eyes, nose, to the lips of Binar. The woman looked at him a moment later. Makes it easy for Riswan to end the gaze.

The binar is perfect. Growing up as a charming teenager. He inherited the beauty of Ned and Tria.

'What is he thinking?' Bisik Riswan asked for an answer. 'What did he think of doing it with Binar?' He never stopped asking.

"To be like this doesn't mean I forgive my uncle, huh! I'm just sorry, and anyway we're still in legal marital status. So..."

"Go home, Binar," Riswan interrupted Binar's scolding.

He can't stand it. The anger that followed the manyun lips made his common sense captivated. Riswan even painstakingly swallowed his saliva, their fondling memories like fog on the head.

"I swear that night nothing happened. She's just an old story, and you're my wife now. So, please go home, Binar," continued Riswan reassured.

"How can I believe it?" Binar devotes all his attention, stares at Riswan's bead, and takes the honesty there.

Riswan put away the snacks that were blocking them. He drew his face closer to Binar. His fingers touched the woman's cheeks slowly, then stroked the lips of Binar.

"I remember that night, Binar. Even that feeling was still I guess this very second," the voice of the crowd sighed softly, "We are both longing."

Something inside Riswan was increasingly turbulent when the fingers of Binar down his chin. He closed briefly while enjoying a swish that infiltrated the soul niche.

'What is he thinking?' Ask Riswan to yourself who never get certainty.

"What if I don't believe it?" tanya Binar insisted. His gentle touch felt seductive.

Sayu Binar's eyes imprisoned her. Locking Riswan so as not to return to his cursing.

"Did I mention another woman's name that night?"

Riswan's question was answered by Binar with a slab, followed by a touch down touch.

Riswan looked up, biting his lower lip so that his voice did not stir Ned and Tria.

Binar took off a kiss on his cheek.

In that instant Riswan landed a kiss on Binar's lips. Spiced up a small bite every time he took a breath. Riswan was like a starving lion, he had not played with any woman since marriage.

Their tongues dance.

Suppose Tria again asked, "What did Riswan think when they did it?"

Then the answer is none.

He thought of nothing but enjoying it. Binar has stolen all of Riswan's sanity.