My husband loves my sister
Chapters. 44

The days I spent with sweetness. Every day, we are like newlyweds.

It feels like this is all a reward of kindness after the pain I have gotten.

This is what I should be doing, loving whatever I get. You should not expect anything unclear. Love is an abstract thing. He cannot be revealed, only can be manifested by action.

Adrian proved every word. He said he loved me, he treated me like a queen every day. I will be ready to serve him as much as I can.

Slowly, this heart is healed. The terrifying shadow that had once stopped by, had now disappeared. And I hope he really disappears from my memory forever. Even if, inevitably. His name was once in the heart.

Today, Alina is coming to Jakarta. Delivering the good news of the marriage that he will direct.

I waited for him enthusiastically, preparing his favorite meal. Prepare a room for him to stay.

Initially, Alina asks Mas Adrian to pick her up at the airport. But, Adrian refused on the grounds there was a meeting today.

Come to think of it, where is the future husband of Alina. Why, he didn't pick up.

When I asked my sister, she gave me an excuse she said her future husband was busy.

Well, maybe I'm preparing for everything.

Sometimes my life looks funny. Married my sister's future husband, then divorced. And my ex-husband, finally wants to marry his candidate first. Haha.

Let it be, like a tangled thread that has not yet decomposed.

There was a knock at the door, and I immediately went out of the house to welcome my sister.

As usual, Alina looked beautiful. Anyone who sees it will fall in love.

"Hi, Brother." Alina waved, her smile perfect.

The aura of the bride-to-be, a beautiful radiant look on her face.

"Hi." I took the suitcase he had brought. Take him into the house and let him sit down. While I headed straight for the kitchen, preparing a drink.

"Drink first, then take a shower." I sat on the living room couch. "How's mom doing?"

Alina sipped the warm tea I served on the table. "Good, Brother. I'd like to come, but I'm not."

I'm nodding. "Tell you when you get here?"

"Udah."

"Yes, you take a shower first. Brother prepare the meal, yes ...." I stood up to grab her suitcase, then took her to the guest room.

After that, I went out. Alina has entered the room.

I went to the kitchen and prepared a meal for him. My activity paused when I heard the ringtone of the phone.

"Yes ...?"

"Have you eaten?" ask Mas Adrian.

"Not yet, this is again prepared."

"I didn't go home, yeah. Eat at a restaurant, meet a client. Kind of bothered to go back and forth."

"Yes .. if you have finished your work go home, yes!"

"Ready, get it done."

I laughed at his answer. She always did, doing sweet things to comfort me. Romantic guy.

"Sir, Adrian didn't come home, did he?"

I flinched, realizing that Alina had been standing by the dining table.

"Oh, no."

Alina was wearing a tight sweatshirt, with pants on her knees.

"Alina, if in this house wear polite clothes, yes. Brother does not want you to wear that shirt, especially if there is Mas Adrian. not polite." I said firmly give warning. I'm afraid to see him dressed so scantily.

"This is an ordinary dress, brother. What's not polite, anyway?" Alina did not accept, she pulled her chest shirt forward. Show me his shirt.

"It's in my husband's house, not ours." I'm trying to explain.

Apparently, Alina did not accept the explanation I gave.

"Sister, um. I, am not Anna's sister who likes to wear clothes like vegetable mothers."

He was still clamoring with his clothes.

"Oh my goodness, Alina. Keeping up appearances while with others it should be, especially men?" My voice began to rise.

"Don't Mas Adrian eye basket again, so it's easy to be tempted by girls wearing kayak clothes like this." Alina's eyes squinted, looking for justification for her words.

"The devil, strange brother. Cook clothes like this, he said, not polite. If I don't wear a new shirt, no manners, brother." Alina started sulking spoiled.

I took a long breath. The more supported, the more this child becomes.

"Anyway, later when Mas Adrian comes home, you have to change clothes. Point." I cut off the conversation. Staring at him sharply as a sign of irrefutable.

"Yes ...." Alina said softly. Her lips pursed, pouting.

Then we ate in silence. No talk of clothes, or anything.

"So, what do you need?" I started the conversation while we were sitting quietly in the TV room.

After a quiet lunch, we chose to sit back and enjoy a snack while watching TV.

"What, huh? Everything is done, anyway. The H day event. The money you sent is still left over, too." Alina shines a horse.

I patted his head twice. She looks adorable if she grinned so.

"After marriage, I lived in Jakarta, Kak. How's mom?"

"Sister will talk to mother, if you want to stay here. But it can't be meaningful either, because there are so many memories of our family in that house."

Alina interrupted agreeing.

Chatting a lot of things with Alina, making the missed time not felt. Normally, I would be restless waiting for my husband to come home, not so much anymore.

I guess I need a friend.

The sound of a knock at the door distracts us, our chatter is interrupted. Then, I immediately stood up to open the door.

"Mas, come home." Tumben the man knocked first, usually just go in. Or, because there's Alina in our house.

He smiled warmly. Pulling me into his arms, the smell of his body became opium in the nose. He was from outside, sweating.

The mixture of perfume and sweat actually spoils my sense of smell.

I sniffed his shirt, like a kitten smelling food.

After feeling satisfied, I pulled away from her tight embrace.

"No more shame now." Adrian smiled seductively.

I look around. Upps, it turns out we're still outside.

"Come in, Mom." I don't know what my face looks like right now. Red because of the heat.

Adrian pulled my waist, then kissed my lips briefly.

I smacked his shoulder, which was filled with laughter.

We entered with hands. One hand carries her briefcase.

"Well, Lin?" Adrian greeted Alina sitting in front of the TV.

"Eh, Adrian. Not yet, Mom." Alina stand.

"Continue watching, I go in first, yeah ...." Adrian turned to me, then pulled my hand slowly to follow him into the room.

I glanced at Alina, stared intently at her and then gave the code to change the clothes worn.

I'm ashamed to see it that way. Alina seems ordinary.

Do I have to dress sexy now, anyway?

"Why?" Adrian closed the door. Then stand in front of me.

The man's eyes looked at me fixedly, questioningly. It seems he knows my anger.

"Bag, emmm. Is it necessary, I'm cursing sexy clothes at home?" I was confused, seeing his flat expression immediately I lowered my head, disappointed.

"Why?" ask Mas Adrian. Both of his hands had cupped both of my cheeks.

I nodded, wanting to go down again. However, my head was held back by those two warm hands.

"I'd rather see you don't wear anything. Enough of being yourself. I don't like it either, look at you dressed scantily when there's someone else." Adrian spoke softly.

"I don't think I deserve anyone. My appearance, village."

"So, you'd rather not get dressed when there are people, would you?" Adrian pulled down his eyebrows

"Huh, what the hell?" I shook his perverted-minded head.

Then, he laughed out. Then grab me in a tight hug.