My ex-Ipar Candidate
The Inner Turmoil of the Two Hearts
Long enough, until finally the woman he was waiting for was finished with her business. Gian glanced for a moment the arrival of Radha who only wore a white towel wrapped in a small body and did not forget the hair that was always wrapped in a small towel that Gian thought more like a temple.
Without a sound, Gian watched his wife's movements. Accompanied by a flat object in his hand, Gian did not realize that the game he played had ended.
"Why!!! Basic cheater!! I'm not ready, hey, I should have won!!"
Yayaya, sometimes his attitude can indeed change like a child that makes Radha shake her head several times. He was silent with his hands still stuck in his closet, Radha could not say see his frustration Gian just because of the trivial.
"Yeah!!! I'm just about to start moving, shit!!"
This time his shout made Radha surprised, he did not expect the man in fact had a bigger voice than the mosque toa. Foolish, is he not aware of his age, Radha thought.
Radha even stopped her activities, her husband really made her wonder. Now with no sin he throws his cell phone on the bed.
"Big brother why?"
"Hahaha no, honey. Brother bothers you, doesn't he?"
Gian approached, whether he just wanted to get close. As a result of the hot commotion he created the guilt was truly incredible. Radha swallowed her saliva, she fell silent and her heart again thumped.
Unexpectedly, the man now hugged her so tightly as if afraid of loss. Gian landed a kiss a few times on his forehead so soft, the innocent back was so beautiful and Gian always felt sinful because he had wanted it forcibly.
The smile controlled him when the embrace Radha reply even though not as tight as her. Both of them were silent for a long time as if talking through his feelings. Gian loosened his arms, and now he is drawn to the closet where Radha's clothes are neatly arranged.
"Just use this, okay?"
"Why should it be?" tanya Radha frowned while staring at the pajamas that Gian chose.
"In this house there is not only me, but a lot of people. Brother doesn't want you to wear short clothes, Ra."
The man spoke while looking for what Radha needed again, even to the interior that made Radha blush but could not help it.
"38?"
Gian smiled, he stared for a moment at his wife and there was a real desire to open up. He gave up the clothes he had chosen and Radha innocently accepted like a child who was chosen by his parents.
"Why 38?"
He was not deaf, he clearly heard what was said. And now her husband's gaze made Radha wonder. Realizing that Gian was now holding back his laughter, and of course Radha considers this as one of the ways Gian is looking for a storm.
"Lumayan," he said, stealing the opportunity to kiss his wife's lips briefly, which is now advancing several centi.
The man began to move away, but would of course remain inside the room. Continuing with the game that had made him rise in blood, Gian returned with his adventure.
"Sister, come out dong."
"No, why did you kick me out?"
"I want to change clothes, sister," he explained a little whining, of course he was embarrassed if he had to change clothes in front of Gian.
"Let's go, Ra, I've seen it too."
The most annoying answer at the same time makes Radha embarrassed not dumbass, he better give up and he's the one who left.
"Where are you going?"
"Change clothes, let alone," he replied as he passed away.
"Stop!! Dare you change your clothes elsewhere, brother won't let you go anywhere for a month other than to school, will you?!!"
It's common, threatening and threatening. Whether from when and until when Gian will stick with his attitude but make Radha sometimes feel funny.
"Hm, but brother turned around, don't look here."
"Yes, honey yes."
So obedient to the words of his little woman, Gian now turned his back on Radha. The woman calmed down a little because Gian said, but she did not know why Gian wanted to follow his orders was more annoying than before.
"Your body is only mine, Ra," he said in his heart as he stared at the reflection of Radha's body on the glass in front of him. The glass can't lie, and Radha isn't aware of it.
*******
"Let's go down" asked Gian to pull Radha's fingers.
Dinner time, it is definitely mandatory if he is at home to eat together. If not of course Jelita will patrol around her room.
Gian did not accept when his wife looks so beautiful, even though he only uses a lip moisturizer that is not even colored, his lips are indeed beautiful from birth more beautiful with a little touch of lipbalm.
"Indeed I'm pretty, Brother's question is weird."
He felt that there was nothing wrong with his appearance, he only thought about the fate of his lips that felt so dry. Radha was still looking at her husband who seemed to be looking for fault in his face.
"What is it?"
Without any sin Gian erased what was on his wife's lips, he stared at her fingers, only greasy and colorless at all. The man nodded several times and now returned what he had removed by gently rubbing the fingers he had used to remove them a moment ago.
"It's totally unpredictable."
Radha looked at her husband, so incomprehensible with words. He was silent and only according to when Gian began to step out of the room.
Down the stairs, Radha felt nervous all of a sudden. Of course Haidar was also there, he grasped tightly Gian no matter what he feared.
And sure enough, the handsome man who was facing the glass of hope was looking at him from afar, Haidar did not take his eyes off Radha who looks very beautiful in his eyes tonight.
"For a long time, my God," said Jelita melted the atmosphere, he was able to catch the situation that Gian and Haidar may still tense even though inwardly.
"Sorry, Ma" said Gian throwing his sweet smile, not forgetting the man asked Radha to sit by his side. Right in front of Haidar who had noticed him earlier.
Haidar's gaze disturbs Gian, he wants to prick his eyes with a fork in front of him.
"Can you stop looking at him?"
Haidar grimaced as he stared at Gian at a glance, his heart still belongs to him, why the man is powerful as if he is the real owner of Radha, thought Haidar did not accept.
He did not answer, even a night that should be fine should be started with this kind of crazy thing. Haidar notices every inch of Radha's face, until he catches a strange thing from Radha. The woman seemed to be holding something back when she bribed her food.
"Ra?"
Radha scratched her face, looking back at Haidar who was so worried about what was happening to her.
"You why? Your lips ... why?"
Haidar did not even hesitate and fearlessly stood up and touched Radha's lips with his fingers, he recognized Radha so clearly, where he might be wrong, he thought.
Brak!!
"What are you doing, Haidar?!!"
Seeing this, of course, Gian did not stand still, he threw out the hand of Haidar who was holding his wife. Again and again tense, Raka was only able to close her eyes, what else she had to say, Haidar is indeed a stone.
His speech when he came home from the office was not also Haidar realisasi. Jelita began to panic and asked her two sons to remain calm, deliberately he sat at Haidar's side so that the man did not do anything crazy like it had happened before.
"Tell me, what are you doing?!! You hurt her, right?!" Haidar's emotions run high, even though he never hurt Radha when he was in his arms, clearly Haidar does not accept it at all.
"Then what do you want? Not even a fingernail you have rights over my wife!! Catch that!!"
Gian was about to pass, but Raka held him back as much as possible. Both of his sons were really stubborn, and this made***** eat Raka lost somewhere.
"Can you stop for a moment?!!"
"Haydar!! Are you too stupid to understand what Papa said?!"
My God, just because one woman her two sons are this upset. Jelita was shrouded in guilt, long waiting for his return, Haidar actually fought with his pain when he returned.
"No one would dare to leave this place!! And you Gian, hold your emotions, don't make your wife the target of your anger."
Gian fell silent, his steps that were about to leave the dining room stopped. Papa's words made him wonder if Raka might know what he was doing.
"You remember your promise, right? In front of Ardi you said that with your lips, Gian."
"Hm, sorry, Pa."
"Promise? What promise?," In silence Radha is still looking for the actual gap what they are discussing, Raka's face looks serious even managed to make Gian speechless a thousand languages.
In a marriage, parents should not interfere. But for the sake of his son, Raka will not calm down because all this is his fault. However, slowly he will make sure everything will return well.
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