Named Revenge
9

"Dian."

The big arm was shaken by Tarana to bring Bian's consciousness back. Try it the easiest way ..., the softest that Tarana can.

Please just. This is the softest and sweetest way. Rather than this damned Bian he pats? That's even more unethical, isn't it? "Bian Pramoko's. You told me to wake you up after I took a shower. Wake up now."

Only Bian was the one he saw sleeping in this position. Sleep in a sitting state and lean on the mattress headboard.

If you want to sleep from the beginning, why not just lie down? Pity his neck that bends down this, you know?

Yes, let's just call this the humanity of Tarana coming out without being asked. No matter how cruel he was, how much he wanted to torture Bian, certainly would not have the heart if Bian aches prolonged. "Bian Pramoko, hey. Hear me?"

The pulse is the same as a girl just like her puppet. The beautiful murats are not lost even though they are almost half a century old. Tarana can say, that Bian is a fit man. It doesn't look like a real four-headed thing.

Yes already. Whatever. He certainly tried his best. If Bian won't wake up, Tarana's time should force him? When he wakes up, he will also be the one who gets it.

The folds of the blanket are spread out wide on the left and right. To raise it to half Bian's shoulder, but-

Grep's!

"You what?"

Twice, up to three times Tarana blinked surprisingly. His grip on the edge of the blanket came off, falling waving over Bian's body even though the man did not show his dense netra.

Bian is actually conscious or not, anyway? Or is he delirious? "Hey, Bian!"

"Hm." Bian replied with a mutter of his honey. Katupan his eyes gradually buy a squinty. "What do you want?"

"Get you a blanket. What do you think I want, huh?" decak Tarana is annoyed. "As far as you are. The tired one is not just you, but me too. You're on the left, I'm right. I guess you agree on that."

"If I haven't taken a shower, wake me up. Don't cover me," Bian's message complained softly. Twisting his stiff neck. "I'm not used to sleeping before I'm clean."

"Sok clean," said Tarana. Take the television remote from Bian's hand to change the channel according to his taste. "If you are sleepy, go to sleep. Where is there time to think about something else?"

Bian snorted small. "You've always been so sure."

"Yes that!"

"Snake."

"God!" Tarana's plot is not up because Bian has disappeared without looking back at him.

Ah, goddamn. It really is revenge between them. "Other times I deliberately did not change clothes and then infect the virus in your mattress. Just look what you're gonna react to."

"I heard it all, Tarana Manuella." The heavy voice of the man pierced through the bathroom, breaking through the clucking Tarana again.

Oh, goddamn. Isn't there a room where there's no Bian nearby?! "I'm not talking to you! I refuse a bed with you!"

"So want one bed with someone else?"

Why did the question go the other way, anyway?! "I'm not the one who steadfastly tarnishes the sacred bond, huh, Bian!"

***

"Mama?"

The woman who was busy cooking turned slightly to the caller. Before long, his happiness began to radiate out. In fact, temporarily neglecting her stove to sit Tarana on her bar table. "Sit, Tar. Mama cook first, yeah."

"You help, Ma." Rushing Tarana moved, knowing that he had been tracking next to Kyla who was as tall as he was. "When I came here just to watch Mama? I'm the one who's not good later. I also know myself times, Ma."

"Don't tell Bian that Mama made you, yeah," Kyla joked.

"I'm actually here afraid Bian will tease me mulu, Ma. Very restless it's people," grumbled Tarana no matter the place. "Where his sleep can not be so much. My legs are pushed, my hands are crept. How can I sleep semalem?"

"Because you slept in a mess, Tarana. You think I could sleep last night?"

To just glance at and greet Bian as a formality, Tarana is very lazy. The night was ruined, the morning was even worse. It felt like banging Bian's head until he lost his memory and did not reply to every word!

Estimated, it will be easier to face a fickle Bian. Who would have thought that after marriage, her behavior became this much?

"Udah, Bian, Tarana," Lerai Kyla lowered her big smile. Trying not to make it longer. "Bian, wake up Nataya. After breakfast, Nataya will come home with you."

"Nataya ..., friendly to strangers no, Ma?" whispered Tarana slowly, but slowly she was .. speak in a medium tone.

Everyone can hear that question too. No exception Bian who was pinning full of warnings. "If I teach him to be friendly, he can take people away, Tarana."

Tarana's grunts were never finished. Yeah, never will. As long as Bian still pointed his vision at him, saying he was disrespectful, saying that his words were nothing good ....

If all this is true, why? Let him replace his never-selfish brother. Even though he is selfish inside. But that's a plus, right? Just get everything out. "Oh."

"Udah, Bian. Get Nataya up there," Kyla's out once again. "Until chocolate, yeah, Tar. Don't mess with. It'll be cooked later."

"Yes," said Tarana quickly according to. "Ma, I'm gonna ask you."

"Hm?" The ham was chopped into Kyla's checkered form. The movement did not stop even though it was called and turned to Tarana. "Yes, Tar?"

"Bian that's it, huh?"

Pft. Kyla was powerless to hold back her laughter in such a way as to get such a unique question. Not angry, just funny. "You're too honest, Tar. Try it if Bian's with you talking like that. Could've taken you that one week, Tar."

"But from yesterday she wasn't on her stomach with me, Ma." Yep. Everything that has happened in the last two days is not good. A lot of bad, but not what Tarana said.

Is it because Tarana hasn't brought out all her abilities, huh? Maybe he's trying less? "There, anyway. But he's got it on him when I don't want him to!"

"What's the matter, anyway?" Kyla's laughter glided freely through the air. Satisfied by honest complaints. "The first thing Mama said, Tar. He's covered up. Not that short talk, but sober. Beyond that, Mama doesn't know at all, Tar."

"Capturing his heart is not easy, Tar. Especially if you just know marriage. You're also the one Mama sees hard people with, while Bian is more likely ..., what, huh? You want to be fucked up, Tar?" ask Kyla. Then, lightly shake his hand. "Maybe because of your age difference, times?"

Or isn't?