My ex-Ipar Candidate
He's Just a Little Boy
Out of the bathroom after cleaning his body, Gian only wore a white towel wrapped around his body from his waist to below his knees.
While drying his hair with a small towel on his left hand, he passed the king-size bed to pick up the clothes he had chosen earlier on the nightstand.
His gaze was fixed on Radha who was now sleeping so soundly, her open mouth indicating that she was very tired. Still with the high school uniform that makes it look cute in Gian's eyes.
Damn, the ABG skirt was slightly exposed, showing her smooth and white thighs. However Gian remains a man who would clearly feel the same if he were normal. Immediately he took a deep breath and poured rough, choosing to quickly grab his clothes.
"Ck, forget. He's just a kid, you won't be satisfied feeling it, Gian!!"
Gian shook his head many times, staring at the reflection of his face while patting his head. At first Gian thought, Radha is not at all his type, too flat and formless anyway.
However, her smooth and beautiful legs made her doubt her belief first. Couldn't he stay longer in this room, Gian chose to pass, meet the Mama to take care of Haidar who he knew was going to return abroad without Jelita's blessing.
With a long step, Gian went down the stairs. This handsome man with a million charms often makes who works misbehavior. The presence of Gian who only a few times a month increasingly makes him in yearning.
"Want to eat, young master?" ask the beautiful woman who according to Gian his face is quite foreign, whether since when Jelita allowed the young woman to work in this house.
"Ehm, no," Gian replied briefly without looking at the face, a face full of hope for a sweet answer from the employer.
If the mother is not in the house, she will definitely spend time with flowers in the back garden.
Gian smiled with relief when Jelita now sat sweetly while staring at the increasingly beautiful orchid. Ever since Gian and Haidar discovered his world, Jelita has been lonely, and it is only with these plants that he can smile.
"Mama,"
"Hem, Mama's son is getting handsome. Which wife?"
Gian sighed slowly, Jelita actually attached the call to Radha. For a moment he wanted to laugh at that sentence.
"Sleep, he said tired, Ma."
Gian's warm smile flowed happiness for Jelita, Gian's sweet treatment made Jelita hope the more their relationship would be better, and would be better.
"Mama, this morning, Gian went to see Haidar."
Jelita stopped her activities, looked at Gian slowly then exhaled while stroking her chest. Clearly, he was disappointed but could not be angry at anyone. Right now, he only wanted his youngest son to go home under any circumstances.
"Then?"
"I hurt him" Gian told Jelita, the man revealed what he was doing if it was important for Jelita to know.
"Gian, how many times have you said, don't use your hands for that kind of thing" Jelita said so subtly, whether or not you are good for her. Haidar was still his son, there was no way he would allow anyone to hurt him.
"Sluggish," replied Gian briefly which made him get a pinch in the hands of his kekeper.
Jelita carefully listened to Gian's story, at this time he needed the approval of the Mama what to do with the next Haidar. After previously he contacted Raka, he currently wants to get permission directly from the Mama.
"No need, Gian. He's Mama's son, if he has a conscience, he'll come back without you forcibly."
"Mama sure?"
"Yes, right now, just do and live what you should. Don't blame the situation, your father or anyone else. Prihal Radha, it may be the child's path to becoming your wife."
Gian fell silent, the Mama making him stunned. The words seemed completely unfair to him. He deserves to be happy choosing love, choosing the woman he wants, and treating the gaping wounds.
Looking at the departure of Jelita who is now getting away, Gian can only be silent. Research again and again the words of the mother. Again and again, Gian pressed his hands together, eager to finish all this in one blow. However, he cannot.
******
While outside, with a distance of several meters from the residence of Raka. A black car had not left, Herdian who was one of the house guards looked suspiciously at who was inside.
"You sure you don't want to come in?"
The question for a moment made the man in a black jacket not forget the black hat and glasses to look at him. It had been almost 30 minutes, but Haidar did not decide what steps he would take.
"No, I just want to know who that woman Papa was going to make my wife yesterday."
From Gian's explanation this morning, he was sure that the brother was affected by the Papa's ego. He remembered that the ring embedded in Gian's ring finger was certainly meaningful, and he understood very well that the ring should be embedded in his finger at this time.
"Then why are you waiting here? Is it possible he'll be out this afternoon?"
Ricko was talking, because there was no way he could find what he wanted. Haidar stared fiercely at Ricko from behind his sunglasses.
"You crazy?!! How do I face you know, is it possible that Mama will let me step out of the house after this?!!"
The man in the red shirt nodded in understanding, sure enough, of course Haidar will not be able to come out for a long time, he thought.
"Dear,"
"Hem?"
"Isn't that your brother?" ricko asked as he pointed at the man with the white T-shirt and shorts out of the house. It was clear if he was going to leave, but unfortunately Gian only himself made Haidar forced to swallow disappointed.
Long enough he was here but he did not find what was later, hit the wind while confused what to do now. The face is still bruised and red-red makes Haidar unable to move freely.
"Club," said Haidar without thinking long and without asking where.
"What?! You crazy?" ricko asked her brows.
"No, walk quickly!!"
It is very very strange, this nice and innocent man chose that crazy place when in Indonesia. Totally out of the ordinary, Ricko thought.
Tbc
Sorry late, Up.