My happiness is simple
Witnesses

Not the heart, the desire that was present was already leaving. Rangga hugged Sania's body tightly with both hands. His face was set between two twins, inhaling the scent of Sania's body there sometimes uyelan squash he did.

Sania's left hand outstretched rubbing Rangga's back, she then kissed the husband's head. The peace, calm, comfort they feel.

A month does not meet, the feeling of haru longs to rule the heart.

Rangga is still able to hold back, suppressing his lust ego waiting for a healthy physical Sania.

Just a little medicine from Richard would definitely cure Sania instantly. Only then can they do it.

But another thing if Rangga adds to Sania's hand pain, it will definitely take longer to heal.

The hug was broken, Rangga carried Sania's body back in an idle soft basket there.

The treatment and tenderness of Rangga on Sania makes the girl always look at her husband with love.

"Sleep as comfortable as you, baby, I won't bother you... ". After saying that, Rangga then threw himself beside Sania.

Sania just smiled her cheeks kissed.

I love you mas.

The main light went out, changing the sleeping lights that Rangga turned on. Sania is still afraid of the dark, but will probably get used to it after being with Rangga. The person who protects and loves him will always be there next to him.

Across the house. Devan sat pensively looking at the window of his cousin's house.

Sitting on the balcony outside his room, accompanied by a cup of hot tea amidst the cold air that plundered his heart.

The thick main curtain should be able to make any activity that has the room invisible.

But either intentionally or completely forgotten. The large, beautiful cloth that adorned the window was still open and neatly laced on both sides.

A pair of people are mixing love, letting go of longing. At least that was the spectacle of Devan just now.

Furing the window of the room became the perpetrator of the spread of the scenery, which Devan should not be allowed to see, what his former lover did with his husband.

Just remembering in the room there was a husband and wife, Netra Devan held a puddle of water as if to plunge freely when just going out of the room and sitting on the balcony.

Then she saw how aggressive she was, the ex flirting with her husband by sitting on his lap.

The heartbeat seemed to jolt his chest cavity, squeezing other organs. Make her breathing tight.

Be ill..

I should have been there...

With you, and not him...

For a while Devan was still sitting quietly in his favorite chair. Staring at a room that was now dark, just dim lights made him no longer able to see clearly what was going on in there.

Marrying

Devan leaned back, raised his head, his lips smiling bitterly, staring at the bright sky strewn with stars above.

What is this feeling ? regretted ? the lover who never wanted to be touched by her was now under the confinement of a man who was husband. The man who had legally married her.

Why had he never even thought of justifying Sania like what the girl had asked.

She was busy enjoying dating other women, even the image she admired once was now pregnant with her adoptive uncle.

What kind of fate is this.

He's always the one who wins.

Not wanting to dissolve in sadness, Devan got up from his seat.

Glancing once again, the dark room belonged to his cousin.

Devan smiled and shook his head, "May you be happy"., he said, before he went into the room leaving a cup of cold tea intact.