Mr Love Love
Raining

"Sister... I'm sorry brother yaa, brother can't take care of you for twenty-four hours. You have to study at the boarding school, you promise you'll learn well to be the big brother you can be proud of." Fazila said, the sweet child rubbed the cheeks of the adorable Baby without removing a smile from her beautiful face.

Baby adorable! I called him that because brother Alan's son and brother Fatimah were really very adorable

Fazila, ever since she set foot in the room of Fatimah's sister, not a second did the sweet child switch from her Umminya bed, Fatimah's sister. She just kept talking as if the adorable Baby understood her every utterance. Since Fazila came Fatimah's room felt alive, the chanting of her sacred verse was like the rain that dripped the long dead earth, soothing and also amazing.

"Bi, can brother talk to you for a second?"

Bi! Brother Alan always calls me that if anything disturbs his mind, and of course it has to do with me.

"Yes. Of course brother." My reply was brief.

"Sister, we'll talk in the cafeteria over coffee."

Alan's face looked serious. Really, I very rarely see his serious face. This time I wondered, did I make a mistake? Or did Mas Araf make a mistake? I hope this isn't a serious matter.

"Ummi, Abi Kekantin for a moment. There's something Abi should talk to Sabina."

A good husband! I muttered in my heart while looking at the pretty face of Fatimah. Fatimah did not say anything, but the smile she showed off seemed to signal that she did not mind.

Five minutes later, Alan and I were in the cafeteria. A cup of bitter coffee for Alan's brother, and a glass of Avocado juice for me. At first we were mediocre, when my juice was left only half a sis Alan started to open his voice.

"How's your household and Araf's? Is everything going well? Did he piss you off?

If you feel tired, tell Mama and Papa everything. I'm sure they'll understand. Do not hold yourself back from being in pain.

You're my brother and he's my best friend, I wish you both the best. But if he hurts you, I'll break his arm myself." Brother Alan spoke with a firm tone, in every hurup he assembled into words there were millions of love contained in it.

The love of an older brother who does not want to see and hear his younger brother suffers. Really, my respect for Alan's brother is growing, and my love for him is limitless. Only a lucky person gets a big sister as good as her, and I'm the lucky woman. Praise my gratitude to God for managing all affairs.

"Sister, he's your best friend. You know him better than I do. You also know that Mas Araf is very good? He treats me well, he loves me very much." Reply with a smile.

Really, I'm not lying. Everything I said to Alan contained the truth. I can see from the look on my face that Alan's brother showed me, between believing and not, that's how he feels.

"I initially had doubts about this relationship, but Fatimah's sister-in-law tried to convince me. He said there are many similarities between brother and Mas Araf, if he is not good there is no way a kakian can be a good friend.

Mas Araf has a lot of respect for his mother, and that has added value to him in my eyes. Brother also knew that only a gentleman would respect women, and Araf was one of them. He respects me, he loves me, and he's been nice to me. That's enough for me, brother." I said carefully.

"I know that big brother was worried because of Mas Araf's past behavior. It's just the past. And now Mas Araf has changed. If you don't believe it, then trust me. I never lie in the slightest business." Connect me again, my netra and Alan's brother's netra are fighting each other.

"Sister trusts you, deck. If you're sure, you just want to say, hug Araf happily, embrace him in joy and sorrow, forgive his past and design a happy future with him!" Brother Alan said as he held my finger, his handsome face showing off a smile.

Not yet sis Alan woke up from his sitting position, an OB came to our table carrying a bouquet of flowers. He was young yet his face seemed to show off his fatigue.

"Good afternoon, are you Miss Sabina? The director's wife? I mean doctor Araf." The OB asked while standing up.

"Yes, it's Sabina. What was? Why are you looking for him?" Brother Alan asked as he stared fixedly at the tired face of the OB.

"Sir director sent this flower, he asked me to bring Miss Sabina to his office." Answer the OB again.

"Scan't you see? He misses me so much." I said in front of Alan with a smile.

"Go away. Brother pray for your happiness." Brother Alan hugged me before he let me go with the young OB. I could see from the look on his face, the worry he had shown had disappeared along with his gentle pull and breath, just like Alan's heartfelt prayer for my happiness and Mas Araf's, I also pray the same for his happiness with Fatimah's sister-in-law.

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Right now I was standing right in front of Mas Araf's office, in front of the door was written 'Office Director' without a second thought and without knocking on the door I directly barged in.

My net was round in disbelief, Mas Araf who had been twitching so much missed me even fell asleep on the sofa. He was so slumbering that I didn't dare to disturb him. I don't know how exhausting his work was until he didn't notice my arrival.

I slowly walked closer to the sofa, sitting near Mas Araf while observing his slick face. Despite falling asleep, Mas Araf's good looks remain undiminished.

"Are you tired? You didn't even notice my arrival! If you fall asleep like this and don't act weird, you look ten times better than before. But, I prefer it when you tease me.

The woman who got you really is very lucky, and I'm that lucky woman!" I said as I stroked the top of Mas Araf's head. I didn't want to disturb his deep sleep, all I could do was shuffle from my seat then stand on the balcony.

"Rain? Wow this is really amazing." I said as I spread my hands, letting my hands rain. I didn't even notice my sleeves getting wet.

I don't know when the last time I played was raining. What was it when I sat on the Junior High? Or maybe in High School? I don't remember it very much myself. It would be better if the man sleeping on the sofa could enjoy his time with me, under the melodious song of the rain that is currently hitting the Earth.

Sabina, are you not sane? You even consider the sound of rain more melodious than the song of love. I muttered inwardly while taking a deep breath then exhaled it roughly from the lips.

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