NOT A SUBSTITUTE LOVE
Where is More Important??

"Ang busy?" The door of Raka's room opened and displayed the beautiful face of her only sister.

Raka looked at the clock that was coiled around her wrist and she could see if the time still showed at 09:00 a.m.

**Tumben nih bocil coming? No more running away from her husband, right?**

Like the incident that her sister had come to the office without her husband's knowledge.

"It's very busy, actually," Raka felt a bad feeling so she answered like that and hoped that her sister did not make herself bother especially since knowing she would have a nephew and already understand and understand that pregnant women that's a very annoying attitude.

"It's important, huh?" Riska sat in front of Raka who was just bordering the table then noticed the handsome face that focused on the living flat screen in front of her.

"It's important, man," not the intention of this heart to refuse or do not want to grant the request of pregnant women is just that Raka feels bad and prefers to look for safety rather than being bullied one day.

Raka has heard the story of how annoying Riska during cravings and Raka does not want to be the next victim.

"More important file or Riris?" Raka sighed softly then looked at that beautiful face gently.

"This is a lot of money," pointed to the files that Raka was signing after completing her work on the laptop.

"But happiness can not be measured by money bang," clever once his sister replied and already like a person who is experienced in the field, thought Raka.

"Indeed happiness cannot be measured by money but we already have each source of happiness and just take advantage of it," Raka indirectly insinuated his sister.

Because before Riska entered the room Raka had received a message from her best friend and sister-in-law.

That Riska would come and want to ask something from her brother but knowing that his sister was cravings made Raka look for an excuse because it was better for him to fight with the file than to hold patience with annoying behavior that pregnant mother.

"Abang began not cool, Brother does not love the same Riris," the beautiful eyes were already glazed because Riska realized that the brother had known his intention to come there.

Riska splashed her head on the table with teary eyes and was ready to spill her clear liquid.

Raka tidied up the unfinished file she signed and turned to his wife who had just come out of the bathroom.

Farah did come to the office at the request of the girl and Raka also did not refuse as long as he did not ask to work anymore especially elsewhere.

"Riris why?" Farah approached her sister-in-law and sat down next to her.

"Abang does not love Riris anymore," Farah turned her eyes to her husband as if asking for an answer.

But Raka chose cuek because she knew it was just a drama that was being played by the pregnant mother.

"Why don't you love Riris anymore? Or Riris would do anything to let brother say," Farah did welcome the good news of happiness about Riska's pregnancy even though in her heart she also wanted to be in that position but she had to be patient because the process was still long let alone they had never done first night.

Sometimes he cries in silence regretting what he did and if the relationship he wants to receive from the beginning maybe now their child has been born considering their marriage has been more than a year.

"Really brother?" Riska lifted her head and asked for certainty over Farah's words just now.

"Yes, really, now say what Riris wants?" Where could Farah see her sister-in-law crying especially they have been close since childhood.

"Riris wants to walk all day with brother, but like brother is busy yes," Riska expressed her desire to have a day with brother.

Farah looked towards Raka where the man was also looking towards his wife.

"Darling I'm busy today" Raka cringed at the thought of having to spend the day with her sister.

"Is the job more important?" Even Farah had already dared to look at her husband with a sharp gaze.

Either why Raka became a squeak, or maybe he had become a love slave. Think Raka.