My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Am I your Wife?

Naja's body staggered backwards, he was so shocked by Excel's reaction. His eyes were framed by the dew that was ready to come down, but he hurriedly turned his face up, gnashing to let the dew go. Though he only said not to disturb Tristan, what if he said that he had met Tristan? What if Excel knew that Micah did not contain his son Tristan, he was sure Excel would lose face and self-esteem in front of Tristan.

A reaction he never expected, but Naja was quite able to understand, his mother-in-law had given him a lot of knowledge about Micah and Excel's past. Micah has given Excel a trauma, a trauma that makes Excel so scared if hers are gone or taken away by someone else. Yes ... although what happened just now still makes his heart hurt. Naja breathed out hard.

“Hah ...! It will be in vain ...,” Naja immediately grabbed his phone. He quickly typed in a message for someone he believed would help him complete all of this. He just needs a lot of support.

Naja's hand gripped the phone tightly after reading the reply to the message he sent. It's okay, he just needs a little more to hold everything back.

Facing Excel who had just come out of the bathroom, the views of the two clashed for a moment before Naja chose to end it and exit this room. He did not want to, linger with tension that might make them complain to each other anger again.

Excel shook his body on the bed as Naja exited the room without closing the door. The man's bead eyes still faithfully lingered on looking at the former that Naja left behind.

In his heart he cursed himself who was very irritable, to glide words that make others uncomfortable. Actually, he just doesn't like it if his own is wanted by someone else. Only he did not know how to have, without fear of anything that threatened him. He only knows how to grip tightly, wrap a bridle around his leg, and pull it if it is too far apart. Definition has a version of Excel.

“How can he say that I'm interrupting Tristan?”

“Did he forget that Tristan wanted him to replace Angel?”

“Why did I bother Tristan?”

Excel breathed out his breath, somehow Naja could accuse him like that. The long, slender fingers massaged the cheeks towards the mouth. His mind rolled back memories backwards, the only time he missed something.

Excel's eye beads crawl up when he finds something that feels awkward, then he connects them into a circuit that seems reasonable.

“Is it because I called her when Micah was bleeding? Wasn't that the right thing, but how could Naja know? Though I haven't told him anything.”

Excel pulled his body to his feet, brutally opening the closet and grabbing the t-shirt to wrap his half-naked body. He should know how Naja could be affected with Tristan.

But his steps stopped when he saw the design image of Naja with the name Tristan listed on it. Of course, the fashion house was the proverb. He believes Naja was affected there. Excel's hand itches to contact Sam immediately, ambush him, and interrogate him. But a moment later, he undoes his intention, he chooses to hold all that. The dark-eyed bead sharpened as it switched from the pictorial paper towards the front. It's all time, I don't know who's playing behind this.

***

Night crawled up, but the atmosphere of the house was still heard frenzied by the sound of the screams of two teenagers who were busy moving their fingers on the stick. Squeezing or rolling full of pressure on black-colored objects tightly grasped in their hands. Excel who was filling his head with light reading was made to be careless with a sound that made him slightly disturbed, so he closed the book rough and threw it carelessly.

Every now and then they shout calling Naja to get a drink or snack to accompany their fun playing the game. The only reason they are here is this game. Usually they are free to play games on Sunday nights or holidays, however, because they have made their mother angry, all their ease and fun are forced to be cut off for a moment.

Excel exits the room to coincide with Naja emerging from under the stairs. There was a rush to bring some food and drinks upstairs where the two children were. His wife's small steps were limped to climb the stairs, making Excel cluck. His body and brain were already memorized to do what, so his footsteps swayed to help the woman.

Naja gasped with the presence of Excel in front of him, he almost staggered but was caught by Excel right on his back. Both pairs of their eyes widened perfectly. Almost any. Naja's hand was full of two cups of drinks ordered by his sister-in-law while his arm held several packets of snacks that were still bulging, while the others scattered under the feet. Excel thought, if he hadn't caught Naja's body, he would have been toppled down.

Excel hands vigorously picked up some of the fallen snacks. Capture it and take over a cup of chocolate-colored and sweet-scented drinks.

“Don't spoil them .. If you keep doing that, there they'll go through, and keep doing this to you!”

Naja exhaled, “They are still children and do not understand it yet, after all I just behave as a good host," replied Naja indifferently.

“They are old, let them take their own needs, after all you are his sister's wife is not a person who works for their family anymore.”

Naja grieving, “Oh huh? I'd rather be considered a maid than your wife!” Cynic Naja with a sharp narrowed gaze.

“Where is a wife who is constantly suspected and does not get the trust of her husband? Where is there a husband and wife who do not understand each other like this?”

Naja breaking Excel is still glued in place right on the arm, he is still upset with the snaps of Excel earlier.

Excel resigned, he deserves all that. Maybe he should apologize, at least the woman could have softened up a little on him. Rushing, Excel climbed the stairs and caught up with his wife. But when he got to the top, Naja's body was gone in the door. Ah, shit ...

"You two ...!" hardik Excel while putting the cup down with a loud bang, making the two men turn their attention to his brother. Freezing in fear. Especially those dark eyes. How appalling.

"If you want to eat, don't tell others to take it, don't be spoiled and take it yourself! You know, 'Kan, Naja is tired after working all day .. she needs rest, not even fun you guys bother like this."

"Sorry Brother" their great-granddaughter said. There was no intention of refuting the two boys. Even though their elbows are poked at each other as if blaming each other.

Excel passed away as his two younger siblings lowered their faces.

"You are, Giel ... use the whole Mbak Naja everything ... fucked up 'will it be?" Aziel was so disappointed and upset, due to Agiel's shout when calling Naja, making him have to stop the game when one step more he will beat Agiel.

"You are also wrong ... because you have proposed staying here!" agiel denies not accepting. The two teenagers were looking at each other in annoyance.

Stabbed in the back, making Excel who has reached the door of the room, turned to look at two teenagers who are still elbowing each other.

"Go to the room, and don't make a fuss. Or would you like to go home on foot if you don't comply!" tell Excel who is furious with his sister's behavior that makes Excel dizzy.

The two stopped and went back down. Both of their hands instantly hooked each other in front of their bodies.

"Yes, Brother ...," said the two of them in unison.

Hygiene ....

Hygiene ....

The two boys peeked fearfully towards the door of the room her brother was in. Make sure her brother's gone from there.

Agiel sounded as if his breath was full of relief. He even rubbed his chest over and over again. While Aziel, he threw his body on the sofa, the man's hand flicked his hair back.

"We pack and sleep, Giel .. I don't want to get sprayed by Elsa's ice monster." Aziel started to get up and pack up everything. Aziel's eyes were suddenly sad, when he saw the monitor screen that was stopping moving. But maybe if he re-presses the play button, he believes his character in the game will lose.

"I wonder, Ziel ... what, the hell, did two people do while resting it ...? You want to go to sleep, just sleep .. just close the door and they won't hear our voices, right? Not at home, not here, must be told to rush to sleep ...," grumbled Agiel. He also "helped" his twin pack. He was busy sipping the drinks that Naja had prepared.

"Hah .. I was really curious what the two of them were doing ...," Agiel threw the plastic cup into the trash. He grabbed a snack and opened it. Fulfilling one hand with the contents of the snack, Ageil began to chew the snack with a noise.

"Help packing ... Not even fun to mengamahkan rich so!" aziel exclaimed with perfectly wide eyes. "Nake your life ...."

"It also helps to pack ... pack this food into the stomach ...," Agiel got up from her seat after spending a pack full of snacks. Hearing Aziel clucking, his steps halted, he exhaled and helped his brother. "Hah .. You're nothing always need my help!"

They packed tables and couches that seemed to be hit by riots due to their actions.

***

Behind the door, Excel swallowed disappointed because Naja had drowned under a comfortable-looking blanket. Slowly, Excel approached his wife. Looking back at the head.

"Na .. Have you slept?"

Hygiene ....

Only Excel's sigh dared to interrupt that silence.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, yes .. I shouldn't have yelled at you ...," he said grudgingly and grew increasingly disillusioned when only his wife's breath was heard in response.

"Rest .. sleep well .. we can talk again tomorrow," he concluded. He lowered his position, and lay his back to Naja.

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