ONE NIGHT With BROTHER
Chapter 60. ONE NIGHT WITH BROTHER

"Uh." Barra muttered slowly as her eyes were glared by the sunlight that pierced through the glass of her car. He circulated his gaze to Khayra and found his wife still asleep in her arms.

He picked up the phone he had placed on the front dashboard after he took Khayra down from his snare. He glanced at the digital clock on his phone screen which showed it at eight noon.

And his eyes then switch to the upper left corner where the signal bar still indicates there is no signal around there.

"Wake up?" asked Khayra who saw her husband already sitting in the front seat.

"Yes, it's still a signal that doesn't exist yet" Barra replied, spraying perfume on her body and cologne around her berry-flavored nape.

Khayra stretched her body, then tidied her hair and followed Barra out of the car.

"How do we go home?" ask Khayra who was standing in front of her husband.

Barra looked at Khayra for a moment. "Pray for me, I hope there are riders who can be asked for help."

Khayra just nodded, while Barra swept the cologne that she had brought out to the nape of Khayra then gave her a little morning kiss.

"Breakfast first yeah," Barra got in the car and picked up two bottles of tea that Khayra bought yesterday.

The atmosphere around there even though it was eight o'clock in the morning was very cold and made Khayra slightly stroke both hands because of the cold.

"Now" Barra offered the bottle of tea that Khayra had received.

"Cold huh?" Barra drew Khayra to his frailty until now Khayra was being embraced from the side by Barra.

Pitt!

The sound of another car horn shocked Khayra and Barra which made them both turn their heads towards the sound.

It turned out to be a resident car close to the Villa that Barra bought. One hour the man and Barra worked to get the car back on the road.

Barra gave some money to the man for helping him. The car is now back to running.

"Thankfully someone passed by, otherwise we could spend the night there. Where to go to the Villa is wrong. Should've turned right on the left. Yes stray," said Khayra.

Barra just resignedly saw his wife nagging, because it was all his fault.

Kriukk!

The sound of chips that Khayra chewed broke the silence between them. Sometimes Khayra checks the phone that has received the signal, because they have arrived in the residential area, which will certainly have a signal in that place.

Khayra glanced at the digital clock in the upper corner of her phone which showed at twelve p.m.

"Udah deket?" khayra asked Barra who was focused on driving.

"Turn right on the fork and we're not far away" Barra replied playing the radio from the car's speakers.

'A Thounsand Dream, I Still Belive'

'I Make You, Give Them Al To Me"

'I Heart, To In My Arms, I Never Let Go'

'I Surrender...'

Celine Dion's song has now been heard in their car. While occasionally Khayra sang the song in his heart, while Barra just focus on driving and enjoying the music from the speaker.

They finally arrived, Barra thought. He deliberately brought Khayra to this Villa so that his wife was his asset. Barra stroked his wife's head in dismay before stopping his car in front of a white-painted villa.

The villa looks beautiful with trees around it, squeezed strawberry garden on the right and left and across the road there is a stretch of pineapple garden.

Don't ask who it belongs to, it belongs to the villagers that Barra bought three years ago. And never again here. Only someone Barra trusted, was asked to take care of her. If there is damage Barra just send funds.

"This is the Villanya?" tanya Khayra did not believe.

"Yes, how? Like no?" ask back Barra picked up the suitcase from inside the trunk and caught up with Khayra who had already entered the courtyard.

"Like it!" khayra shouted directly hugging her husband's body. "Thank you, yeah."

Barra smiled back at his wife's embrace and peeked at Khayra's head slowly. "Whatever it is for you."

Khayra took off her embrace and ran to the expanse of strawberry plants that were ready for harvest. He stared with his eyes sparkling with red ranum fruits ready to be picked.

Hap!

As Khayra was about to pick up the fruit, Barra hugged him from behind and kissed him on the nape.

"Lunch first yuk, you cook yah? The ingredients are in the refrigerator" Barra pinta on Khayra.

"Later on, I want to eat it," Khayra refused pointing to the strawberries she was about to pick.

"I don't accept rejection!"

Barra immediately carried Khayra's body and took her into the Villa, while Khayra just put her hand around Barra's neck in a sling style.

"Hard-headed," hardik Khayra pinched Barra's cheek.

"Let's go, I'm hungry, and I want to eat" replied Barra.

Kriet's!

The sound of the door creaking echoed as Barra opened the door of the Villa with his feet. The eyes of Khayra are littered with the architecture of the building, a minimalist room with a green macha feel, there is a tv room, kitchen, family room and bedroom next to the kitchen.

It is very minimalist for a honeymoon that the concept is only two. For a moment Khayra felt like living forever in the Villa.

"Design Brother Barra?" tanya Khayra who has been sent down by Barra.

"No, I leave it all to the Villa guards to find him!" Khayra just nodded in response.

Khayra opened the refrigerator and looked at the contents of the refrigerator. It is still fresh as if it has been filled by someone who is definitely the manager of the Villa. Khayra picked up some ingredients and walked over to the kitchen counter to process them.

Barra hugged Khayra from behind.

"Never regret being the wife of a man like me, who lacks so much. I can only have a heavy equipment business" whispered Barra once again.

"Sometimes everything that other people see is not what we see." Khayra cupped her husband's cheeks and fused his nose.

"Silver college with grades that barely reach the standard, but now it has become a CEO because Brother has the skills to develop not only Value. Look at me who got a scholarship but still I end up working at the supermarket . That's because I don't have the skills to grow. Look, Kak, that value is not a benchmark for success, why should be ashamed to be the wife of a kayak brother? My husband is not someone else's husband, so there's no reason to be ashamed" Khayra explained.

Khayra continued her cooking activities while Barra chose to sit at the dinner table as usual. Watching his wife cook in the kitchen, is a beautiful sight to behold.

After he finished cooking, Khayra served what he cooked in front of Barra who was eaten with great gourmand. That day they spent picking strawberries and resting after two days of exhausting travel. The rooms they occupy are not beautiful with the architecture of other rooms with a blend of macha and white.

Night had greeted the two of them, Khayra was sitting playing her phone with her husband's chest, while her husband had fallen asleep from exhaustion in a cheating position.

Khayra looked at her husband's peaceful and calm face while asleep.

He occasionally kisses the man who has filled the heart. A less romantic man God entrusted to him.

Khayra felt her life journey was full of twists and turns before finding happiness with Barra.

Before going to bed, Khayra entered the bathroom, it turns out that she did not come to the moon, just her feelings. Khayra took a bath and afterwards caught up with Barra sleeping.

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