My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Love At First ...?

“You just need to trust me, only me.”

Excel's breath breathed in the air, the man's eyelids still tightly clenched. But his mind is awake. There, sticking possessive back that feels warm. Breathe gently and wetly. The man's lips extended a smile as he realized the innocence of the two of them. Too tired to just shift their bodies after last night's showdown.

The smile crept up as it recalled the arms that were coiled around her neck, as if this woman had put her entire life on her shoulder. Surrender himself. Entrusting the rest of her life in the hands of those who have etched new stories into her life's story.

Never, in his entire life, has he felt this much joy and fear. It felt like he was challenged to fulfill the invisible responsibility that had been propped up on his shoulders. Blessed is the woman who perfected it. His feelings are more real, as if opening his eyes that he has been mired in the valley of love.

Slowly he opened his eyes, looking for a happy form. Pinning a light kiss on the hair that was loose, he took the time to whisper the words he forgot to say last night. It was funny, when he realized his true feelings after last night's incident. Love at first sleep's.

Rough and still filled with pounding floating on the surface, and groaning, he believed that they had not experienced before.

Slowly Excel pulled his hand that was no less hot. This is strange, Naja's body feels moist and hot. His breath hunted, as soon as the movement of his hands groped Naja's forehead and neck.

“Dia fever?” excel murmuring. “What is normal?” waking up and wrapping his nudity, Excel moves to find objects that are very important in the moment. Cell phones. “Ah ... shit,” umpatnya while scooping his lips.

“Termometer and fever reducer seems to exist,” used to be on standby, Excel quickly thought of next steps. Taking the thermometer from inside the drawer, he immediately placed the device to detect his body temperature. Anxious to wait a few seconds, Excel continued to grop some parts of Naja's body to convince his conjecture.

“Gosh ... he was really sick,” Excel muttered again after seeing the numbers listed on the measuring instrument. Thirty-nine degrees. Callused, he immediately went down to take the compress.

Not yet relieved of shock due to the pain of his wife, he was made gaping with the full front room by several people.

“Sayang ...,” greet the elderly woman who looked tense, making the entire occupants of the room look in unison. They were quite surprised but also filled with relief. The woman ran over to the son who was still confused.

“This is what, yes, Ma?” while welcoming the embrace of the mother.

“Mama thinks you're okay, son ..” can't hide tears anymore, Kira showers her son's shoulders with a torrent of tears.

“What am I really why? Does Om Riko not give enough explanation, so it makes Mama panic?” he broke into a hug and wiped away the tears that had soaked Kira's cheeks. His attention shifted for a moment to Riko who was standing at the door talking to a man who seemed to be from the insurance.

“Parents will always worry about the state of their children, dear.” Gifts his grown-up son's cheek with a warm kiss. But Kira's bead fixated on the marks left on the white shoulder. Frowning but he immediately turned his attention to the face of the son. The woman's lips curled a happy smile, even she almost cried again. Ah ... This woman's heart is indeed easy to move.

“You do like to think excessively, Cel ...,” timpal Harris who sits sweet with legs crossed.

Excel smiled and took his mother to join his father and his four siblings.

“Papa long ago?” Excel welcomes his papa's hand to show respect. He's always been that way since he was a kid, no matter where, he's always done that.

“About half an hour,” Harris replied while patting Excel's shoulder. “Mana New? Is he on holiday making breakfast? Your mama said, your dining table and refrigerator are empty."

“We haven't been shopping, Pa ... today should be, but dear ... Naja has a fever.” Doubtful, but don't want to cover up the real situation.

Everyone gasps, “Demam? Why didn't you say that from earlier? Quickly call a doctor!” gone is the sad face that adorns Kira's face, replaced by assertiveness and panic. He got up to make sure his daughter-in-law was in.

Excel suddenly pale, “Mama is here only, I will take care of it!” blocking Kira's pace, Excel pushes the Mama back to the couch. “Jen ... Make Mama breakfast, do not be silent .. You are!”

Jen frowned, “Why am I, anyway, sister?” inevitably he got up, “you three ...,” look his eyes rolled staring at his three younger siblings. “...help!” she continued as the three people in question turned towards Jen.

“Because also .. adeeeh!” agiel's grumbling who looked lazy because his Sunday was interrupted. Agiel and Azziel usually stay up late because only Sunday night they are given freedom.

Excel who had darted took a container for a place of water, passed by his sister who walked grill. “Go home again, Brother ... Mama always fuss because of brother,” demo Agiel.

Excel simply smiled as he rubbed his sister's hair before darting upwards. Leaving the four of them staring at her brother's departure with different expressions.

Meanwhile, Kira, who preceded Excel, had been standing at the end of her son's bed. He knew what was happening but he did not expect the state of his son's room was still chaotic. Kira saw clearly the shoulder of her daughter-in-law that was poking out of the blanket. With a smile still attached to her lips, Kira made sure of the state of the ghost. It was hot and flooded with sweat. But not too worrying.

“Awhile it will be called grandma or oma,” muttered Kira took a step back, he did not want to make his son and ex embarrassed. When viewed the history of the birth papa Excel, Kira worried if Excel inherited the blood of his biological father. Therefore, Kira was very strict in watching her three previous children. Don't let them follow in the footsteps of the father.

“Mama ..!” exciting Excel. His face pajas as if blood stopped flowing there. Ketar ketir he looked at Naja and Mama alternately.

"Em ...," Excel scratched his cheek, embarrassed.

“After this meet mom in the backyard, tidy up your room and your wife first, let Jen or Ranu take care of her!” Kira patted her son's shoulder until he slid down. "Wear clothes when out of the room" he whispered.

Kira passed away, letting her son bathe in great shame. In fact he clearly heard Excel sighing so loudly.

"Oh my God ...," she said in frustration.

Immediately self-controlled, Excel hastened to tidy up the mess he made. However, he felt a subtle sigh as he picked up his wife's clothes. It is still clear how the woman gave herself up. Real beautiful. It seemed that his day with Micah was meaningless now. Ugh.

“Na ...,” ogre Excel, after putting a towel on Naja's forehead. He does not want to disturb the woman's deep sleep, but Naja must wear clothes, and he is afraid that Naja will object.

He was shocked when something wet hit his forehead. Slowly he opened his eyelids which felt heavy. Naja felt his body lose strength, drowning.

“Why compressed? I'm bad luck, huh?” weak voices were coming out from the woman's lips, her hands moved to feel her forehead. Dazed, consciousness had yet to completely overshadow the woman.

“You have a fever ...”

“Why is she so cute?” inner Excel with a raised smile. Tightly he observed the movements of his wife's body, very adorable. Wherever he had been all this time to miss a day as beautiful as this that he should have enjoyed long ago. Suddenly, he regretted ignoring this woman. And the past times they should have passed together.

“Why are you smiling like that? Does my face look funny when it hurts?” highlight the face of Naja sharpens. Making Excel fade his smile, replacing it with teeth, growling. Basic woman, looks cute while asleep but sucks when her eyes are open. Just watch out, you.

“Mama below, wear your clothes ..!” Excel pulled his body away, regretting that he had praised the woman. He came back stiff and stuffy.

“Mama?” Naja pulled his body to sit down, making the blanket that covered his body down. Naja looked down, then raised his face again while pulling the blanket, haphazard. Naja's eyes glared perfectly, “close your eyes .. don't you dare .. you—“

Paralyzed, when he realized what had happened to him earlier this day. I've— this is not a dream?

“Call it now?” excel syndicate. He glanced at his wife full of ridicule. “even I already know the taste ..” he continued while pulling his body up.

“Ra-taste?” batin Naja spelled. As the cold wind blew, Excel's speech made Naja's body crumble. His heart pumped faster. Naja sighed as she felt a new melody singing in her heart.

I'm his now.

“You want to take a shower or just wear clothes? Mama called the doctor for you ..” Excel stood in front of the closet, he just turned a little head, because the woman was daydreaming and making the guard on the blanket loosened. True, he was the one who had to be careful because of the carelessness of the woman.

Just blinked her eyelids, expelling the memories of her first night. “I want to take a bath ...,” Naja pulled her foot down, wrapped a blanket tightly on her body. But as he stepped, he felt something strange suddenly felt between his legs. It wasn't as painful as last night when his body was torn apart, but it really felt weird. Like something was left behind.

Excel was still paying attention, feeling funny in the way the woman walked. Like robots.

“What still hurts?” Excel could not wait to see how slow Naja's path was to the bathroom, a little worried as well given his wife's facial expression last night.

Naja shook his head, but the next second he screeched, because Excel carried him to the bathroom. “Ngga nice awaited, Mama.” He spoke without seeing Naja round his eyes.

“Don't be long, your body still fever .. I'm outside, if you need anything, just call!” Excel dropped Naja in front of the glass booth, leaving it at that, because Naja would have refused if Excel helped him, and would have made a fuss.

After saying so, Excel passed away leaving Naja still sculpting.

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