Married Little Princess Bestie
50. Relinquishing Desire

More condolences come in the form of bouquets. Among them there are Intan's and family members who are unable to attend the funeral ceremony. Not until one day twenty-four hours, the main house is transformed like a flower exhibition.

The smell of sparkling was immediately smelled as soon as Binar opened the passenger car door. Riswan was still silent and did not let go of his hand. While Adrian who looked hastily shouted with difficulty conveying a series of messages.

"There's something I need to take care of at headquarters," as soon as the opening sentence is delivered, "Ned and Tria will help me take care of the media and other necessities, so please take care of Riswan. The butler I've asked you to please take care of the guests who come."

A firm nod from Binar trying to convince assistant trust Riswan. The man darted in seconds without needing to confirm again everything that had been repeated throughout the journey. Binar smiled at Riswan who already looked like a corpse, he led the man very patiently.

"Want to eat or rest?" Binar asked after they entered the living room.

"Not hungry, Binar," he answered briefly. There was a void radiated from his tone.

Of course it is difficult for Riswan to admit the departure of Greg Darmawangsa. The main house holds a lot of memory between them. Binar could not impose his will, although according to reports Riswan had not eaten, he decided to lead the man to the room.

Without demanding awareness of the owner, Riswan went to the toilet and cleaned the body. The day was not late enough but the man immediately broke down. Drowning under the blanket turned his back on the existence of Binar.

The woman took a short breath. He has no right to throw Riswan with a long scolding on the situation as it is now. Binar decided to take part in the improvement, utilizing the rest of the clothes that he deliberately lived there.

Of course not without effort, Binar directly moves to make milk proteins and dishes that he has learned during class. But even though the fragrant food invited the praise of the servants, Riswan was not tempted to touch it at all. The man was more tempted to shut down, hide under a dream that may feature the figure of Greg Darmawangsa.

The thing that Binar can give is a helping arm around Riswan's waist. Although rarely they are hampered by an enlarged stomach, the woman does not want to give up the language of care. Binar wanted to say that he was there, ready to accompany Riswan even at the darkest point.

But day after night. Binar who began to ache with that position finally chose to sit leaning on the head of the bed, while gently stroking Riswan's hair. If you look a little more stubborn, then Binar can see how much the man looks so tired.

Riswan had never looked this bad before.

A slightly more shrunken face, and lower jaw that began to overgrow fine hair. Binar could even find several sides of his skin that were wrinkled. Riswan is not taken care of.

What happened to that man during the time that Binar didn't come home? Could it be through suffering? Or a long labyrinth that does not reveal a bright spot? I don't know, because that's what Binar feels when they're not together.

The vague husband-wife relationship. Between yes and no is not black and white which can be concluded in a simple way.

Riswan who began to be disturbed by the touch of Binar was crackling. His still-sticky eyelids slowly opened. And instead of dodging, Binar even close his lips to the ear of Riswan. Intentionally whisper as gently as possible so that the man would agree.

"Eat first, huh?"

Riswan's long breath was heard. Instead of answering, the man turned his back towards Binar while widening his arms. Riswan hugged the waist as well as the stomach of Binar, then his cheeks were propped up on the pot that immediately kicked the glee. Riswan kissed them.

"Then the milk protein is drunk, huh?" Binar still stroked the top of the man's head while making an offer.

Riswan's thin smile expanded, "In a moment, I want to hug them a little longer."

As if to understand and recognize the father, Binar's stomach is noisier with kicks. Binar preferred to interpret it as the way they entertained Riswan. They intelligently read the signals that the feelings Binar sent.

"I have not asked their gender to the doctor Intan, well even though he was anxious to rush to tell mom and dad," Binar opened a simple story, the story is simple, he even chuckled considering the stormy scene of those who were extremely curious.

Not giving an answer, Riswan even went to the feet of Binar. The man's fingers touched the soles of Binar's feet, fervently trailing down his fingers with a stare that was hard to guess, "Why, Uncle?" ask Binar curious.

"Can it swell like this, Binar? Intan said what?"

With ease, again Binar laughed, "Lebay you, Binar, her name is also seven months pregnant, twins too, naturally if swollen. So he said," he explained while imitating Intan's style of speech.

Riswan massaged the backs of Binar's legs, and crept up towards his equally swollen calves. "This too?" boil Riswan between amazement and worry with the body changes of Binar. "It hurts not to walk?"

"Over time also get used to it, Uncle. Fortunately the twins are not fussy anymore like the beginning of pregnancy."

To be honest, Binar did not expect that the departure of Greg Darmawangsa made Riswan so emotional. For the man looked at him with tears in his eyes. Riswan crawled until their faces parallel to each other, he cupped Binar's face.

"I'm sorry, Binar," she said softly, "I'm sorry to make it so hard to raise them alone for months. I, I, I mean, if I had known that pregnancy could make you go through something like this..."

"Sttt..." Binar stopped the messy mess with her forefinger, "Later the twins hear, they can be sad."

Still with the same rhythm of touch, Binar grabbed Riswan's cheek as well, "I'd rather hear a thank you than an apology. So can you not if uncle says thank you?"

Now Riswan's fingers along the top of Binar's head, his smile is presented with a nod. Riswan then kissed Binar's forehead with a very slow tempo. Alternate with the tip of the nose before entertaining the lips of Binar.

Exactly as Riswan used to do, his palm actively stroked gently the belly of Binar which had become much calmer. Sluggish with a slow tempo that is not easy to hunt for breath. They both routinely pause just to just taste the sweetness between chewiness.

"Thank you, Binar," whispered Riswan before pinching the recess of Binar's neck with his teeth, "Thank you for containing Darmawangsa's offspring."

The woman drifted as Riswan led his body down. He even forgot the gland pain on the chest mound when the man was playing there. One kiss back Riswan put it on the lower abdomen, just before the ritual languid they put each other down.

"Thank you, Binar, thank you," and the raucous Riswan who never stopped, always accompanied the shakes of their bodies every reaching the heavenly point.