One Night Stand With Brother In Law
Chapter.08 Ouch, get caught!

Airlangga took the chicken porridge that he had brought, then sat on the bedside of his mother's hospital.

"Mother don't be sad like that" Airlangga said.

"How not to be sad, you have to live with that person. That must be hard for you, son."

"I'm fine, Mom. Ira's mother wasn't entirely wrong either. It was his heartache for our family that made him hate us. Although this fate is not what we want, ma'am."

Airlangga tried to smile, but sadness still appeared behind her sad eyes.

"If I hadn't made that mistake, you wouldn't have suffered" Sara said weeping over her bad luck.

"Mother, don't be like that. If I don't make that mistake. You won't have my son."

Instead of stopping, Sara's cries grew stronger. Airlangga hugged his mother with one hand.

He was tired of living like this. Pretending to be a man in order to help his mother. However, from a young child indeed his mother kekeh make him a boy. Until finally he knew if he was a woman when he found out, his genitals were different from the genitals of his male friends.

Airlangga questioned this to his mother. However, his mother only said if he still wants to meet her then live forever with the identity of the boy.

When she was a teenager she found out that this was the only way she could get into her father's family. Her father needed a son and Ira's mother couldn't give it to him because her uterus had been removed.

After her mother's cries subsided, Airlangga opened the dessert hood. Instantly, the smell of food seasoning gushed into his nose. It made her unbearable nausea.

Airlangga put the chicken porridge on the nightstand and went running to the bathroom. Sara was stunned to see her son.

A few minutes later, Airlangga returned. His face looks pale. Sara only realized that her daughter looked thinner than usual.

Airlangga sat next to his mother again. Doubtful gazing towards the chicken porridge.

Sara seemed to understand by the way Airlangga.

"Why?" ask Sara. "You sick of the smell?"

Airlangga looked doubtfully at his mother, then looked down with high guilt.

Fear began to envelop Sara to see her son. He hoped that what he had in mind right now was not a reality.

"How can you be so careless?" sara asked with a trembling voice.

Airlangga closed his eyes. "I'm being tainted by someone, Mom."

Tears returned to Airlangga's cheeks. He felt his life was getting more complicated. Like an endless dark room. Only his mother could hold him forward. Wish there was a bright light there that shined his life forward.

"How come? Aren't you?"

Airlangga then recounted the incident where he was tarnished by the Emperor.

"Why must it repeat itself, until when will this karma continue. Shall I end my life so that your life may escape this torment?" said Sara crowded.

Airlangga shook his head. "Don't Mom you're my only family. The only thing that can make me survive and stand tall. Don't think of leaving me because without you, I wouldn't be strong enough to live this life."

They embrace each other.

"I'm sorry, son. Forgive me, because my life is only a burden for you," said Sara.

***

One day has passed, tomorrow is the wedding day of Cantika and the Emperor, the flush event has been done very festively. Everyone looks happy and happy.

"But there will be one, Brother Emperor," replied Airlangga objected.

Fadil only replied with a gaze that made Airlangga look down.

"Good, Dad."

With great force, Airlangga went to the Emperor's house accompanied by Emilio and his men.

In the Gonzales family home, the house is decorated with no less beautiful. Lots of flowers placed in all corners of the place.

Guests and extended family members of the Emperor's family were seen gathering to watch the watering process in the backyard. It was very boisterous because the parents and young people were joking with each other. Much different from the state of his house is crowded but looks official.

"Look, the water has come from the family of the bride," exclaimed Love.

"Finally we don't have to wait any longer, " continued Cristian who had to hold a meeting in his office after this event was over.

Love approached her husband and whispered, "You don't embarrass me! I told you you had three days off, but you said you lost."

"If it is like that, my wealth will lose to Alehandro and I don't want it to happen" Cristian replied as he looked towards his friend who had become a brother. Love just breathes her.

"Based on a stiff creature, old is still stiff, help him melt, Love," Alehandro responded to his best friend.

"Big Master, Young Master Airlangga has come to bring his flower water" whispered one of the servants.

"You call on the Emperor to come down and start the event, and call my wife in the kitchen. He did not accept even busy guests himself," orders Alehandro.

"Okay, sir," said the waiter.

Alehandro fixed his coat and walked to Airlangga. He hugged the boy as soon as he saw him.

"Hi, son. You came too at last, if you don't come maybe until the night the Emperor won't take a bath because he's waiting for this magical water."

Netra Airlangga. She did not expect the welcome of her brother's future in-law, Alehandro, to be so warm. In addition, he also felt tightness and pain due to a hard blow on his back. The blow may have been light for Alehandro but for the small and soft body Airlangga was hard.

"Mas Ale, look at the child's ashen as you hugged closely" exclaimed Dara who came closer. He pulled Airlangga's hand out of Alehandro's embrace. Then he looked at her smiling.

"You're okay, right?" ask Dara.

'Helped tightly to the man who is 185 cm tall with a distended stomach, it makes me breathless, it is fortunate not to die, but I like their hospitality, ' inward Airlangga.

"I'm fine, Auntie," said Airlangga. He's breathing easy now.

"Welcome to this house. This is your first time here, right?"

Airlangga nodded his head.

"Yes, Auntie, your house is beautiful."

One of Dara's hands rubbed Airlangga's hair and the other hand still held her wrist. However, he saw something strange.

"Eh, this is a very soft hand, like a woman's hand" said Dara. "White clean, hairless and smooth."

The heart of Airlangga stopped beating. His throat feels dry. His face suddenly turned satisfied. He looked at everyone standing looking at him in confusion.

''Oh, why is this Emperor Mother so considerate? May my disguise not be discovered if it will not be serious," inner Airlangga was terrified.