One Night Stand With Brother In Law
Chapters. 03 A Hint

In the morning, when the whole family was still sound asleep, Airlangga was awake. He went straight to the car garage to wash the car used by Cantika.

"Young Master, the coffee is in the kitchen" whispered Bik Iyem, a cook who has worked in this house for decades. He knew that if Mrs Ira would definitely forbid him from privileging Airlangga because of that, he put coffee in the kitchen so Madam wouldn't know.

"Thank you, Bik" replied Airlangga with a sweet smile, more precisely beautiful.

Actually, if you look carefully Mr. Younganya is beautiful, the style is also soft. It's just that everyone knows that he's a man not a woman. They think if the behavior of Airlangga like a gentleman in general. I don't know why, Mr. Fadil has a son like him.

However, only Airlangga members of this family are the most friendly and kind. All the servants here love him. Only Mrs Ira and Cantika hated her and often punished her with severe punishment.

Airlangga washes Cantika's car clean. Then he went in to clean the inside. While she was vacuuming between seats, her net was fixed on a white object tucked between the rear passenger seats.

Airlangga took the balloon-shaped object with disdain. His lips grimaced at the strange thing.

"Hey, what did you see?"

Airlangga was stunned to hear the voice of Cantika. The woman violently pushed her body and took the white object from Cantika's hand.

"What look-look?" hardik Cantika was not happy. He squeezed the thing and threw it in the trash.

Airlangga shook his head. Cantika came forward and her hand pointed to Airlangga's chest.

"Don't tell anyone this if you still want to see that sick woman alive."

"Don't hurt Mom, sister," asked Airlangga with an anxious and clear face.

Cantika smiled happily with a mocking look. He clapped his hands like he wanted to remove the dust.

"You should know yourself Airlangga, you are here because of my kindness and my mother's. If you mess around I'm not reluctant to deprive all help given to the woman's treatment.''

Airlangga actually did not like being in this place and he was not happy with the behavior of all members of this house, not least his own father.

Airlangga could only nod.

Cantika was calm, she left that location, after picking up her bag that was still left inside.

Airlangga's gaze was fixed on the trash can near his feet. Take a long breath.

"Is Cantika with the Emperor?" Airlangga's heart suddenly felt pain. His groin still hurt, but the man was already with another woman. So disgusting.

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Cantika saw a look of herself in the mirror after she finished preparing to go to school. Justifies the short hair.

The body is small for a boy. Not clean and too clean.

Once enough was felt, he picked up the school bag and moved down. He had to climb down a lot of stairs to get to the bottom.

There he saw all the family members except him.

"Good morning" said Airlangga pulling up a chair and sitting down. No one returned his greeting all looking indifferent.

His father was busy reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in front of him. Ira's mother was applying bread to her husband while Cantika was eating bread while looking at her phone.

This is her morning routine. He exists but is not considered by them.

Airlangga drank the milk and took a piece of bread, applying jam that was nearby. Here he cannot choose what and what likes. The important thing is that a full stomach is lucky.

"Eh, Son of the Emperor," greeted Ira's mother enthusiastically. "Come in, we happen to be having breakfast. "

"Cantika, invite the Emperor to come eat with us. Bik, make him some black coffee" Fadil's father ordered.

Ten minutes later they had sat together and had breakfast. The taste of bread in Airlangga's throat feels like a sharp spiked cactus. It was hard for him to swallow after the presence of the man.

The Emperor sat down in front of Airlangga. Cantika sat by his side.

"It just so happens that I haven't had breakfast because I was in an apartment not at home."

"What you want to eat, Emperor, let the waiter make," bargained Mother Ira who tried to be kind and polite to her future daughter-in-law.

"Just like you guys."

"This sandwich is still warm" said Cantika. "You want to toast?"

"Anything because everything you have to offer must be delicious," the Emperor replied as he glanced at Airlangga who bent his face. The boy looked uncomfortable watching him come.

"Dad, my meal is done, I want to go to school first, afraid of being late," said Airlangga, who reduced his interaction with the Emperor.

The man did not say anything, but his arrival had already made Airlangga intimidated.

"Where do you go to school, brother," asked the Emperor.

"At State High School near here" replied Cantika. Emperor nodded.

"Then come with us. Oh, I forgot, I came to this house this morning because I wanted to take Cantika to Dad's house. I want to take Cantika to the makeup that will make up our wedding."

"Yes, Aunt Dara called me last night."

Airlangga got up to pick up the bag he had placed on the side chair. "I'll go alone, brother. I'm afraid I'm late."

"He's right, Kai, he could be late for school. Just let Airlangga leave first," said Cantika.

"It's only six o'clock in the morning, it won't be too late just to wait for me to finish this sandwich" the Emperor said, leaving everyone speechless.

The man smiled mysteriously, seemingly planning something. It makes the feathers of Airlangga stand up all. He feared that his identity would be known to the Emperor and opened in front of his family.

Ira's mother laughed awkwardly, "Son the Emperor was right, Air, you wait a minute Son the Emperor spent his meal. I can see you're ready soon."

Ira's words sounded soft. Like a mother who cares about Airlangga. In fact, it was just acting.

Airlangga put his ass back on the chair. The Emperor looked relaxed about finishing his meal.

"Son, the Emperor of your parents' wedding anniversary party was lively yesterday and everything went well. I'm proud to be a part of it" Ira's mother said.

"We should make it that way too, Dad." Fadil's father replied only with Deheman.

"Yes, the party was all designed and done by my sister Rose."

"I can imagine that your wedding and Cantika will be even more festive."

They're speechless. The Emperor's forehead suddenly furrowed, he placed the spoon in his hand and gazed towards the clingy Airlangga.

"Sir, when the party took place yesterday at the hotel, I didn't see you there. Where're you?" asked the Emperor to start throwing bait.