Prisoner's Wife Raka
13. Angrier

...HAPPY READING...

Raka put on her jutek face, watching television while eating the salad Dinara bought earlier. The daylight outside was very hot, there were no clouds covering the sun, so the penetrating light made the weather feel sultry. The man was angry that his wife was coming home late.

"Sister, sorry!"

Raka ignored him. Turning his face away, not one bit looked at the apologizing Dinara. "Gue told you to go straight home, why don't you step back?" said Raka, ketus.

"The lecturers are not coming in" Dinara replied, of course lying.

"Who? I know all your schedules. I also know that you play first, don't go straight home."

Dinara clucked in annoyance, then stood in front of Raka, covering the television screen with her body. "From Raka's sister, not in college," he said. "Where does Raka know that I played first?"

Raka pulled the corner of her lips, looking down at Dinara. "Out there, my cameras are plenty. I'll just wait for the report on lo" said Raka.

"Camera? Raka's brother's a stalker?"

"Belvin. I'm looking for my own wife. If not monitored, it could be dangerous."

"Why danger?"

"A lot of question marks. Males. Move, I want to watch TV!" Raka removes Dinara from his presence by shifting the girl. Dinara breathed a furious breath, then sauntered into the room.

Raka glanced slightly, content to scold the girl. Seeing Dinara's annoyed face, Raka was made anxious. He continued watching his television show.

Annoyed half to death. Dinara even slammed the door with her husband. He turned off the lights, then closed the curtains and threw the body on the mattress.

Dinara thought of something. He wakes up and picks up Raka's stuffed monkey, which is placed on the study table. Then Dinara took him to bed. "Sister Raka said he had a camera and could tell everything I was doing. What the hell, he put a camera on this doll?"

Possibly, Dinara's suspicion of Raka, also because of Raka himself. That man, when he is in love, he can be a person who is desperate and difficult to lie.

"It could be dangerous to see me when I don't wear clothes" Dinara said. His eyes were rounded, his lips opened, then with a flash he stuffed the doll into the cupboard. "Surely, he can't see."

Dinara returned to his world paradise. Beloved mattress. Sleeping during the day when the body feels tired, it may be so good. "You're angry, you don't want to, I don't care" Dinara said. Then, he hugged tightly the favorite bolster and closed his eyes.

Peace is the heart and mind of Dinara. Without light, there is calm and accompanied by the sound of rain playing from the playlist on his phone, leading Dinara into dreamland.

It was a hot and exhausting day.

Raka's salad is gone, everything has gone into the stomach. The ringing of the phone lying on the table, made Raka move to pick it up. Plastered name Kray on the mobile screen Raka.

Raka makes sure that Dinara is not nearby. Then he stepped out of the apartment. Raka received the call, then heard Kray's voice. "Ka! This mall, in a normal place. You're being challenged by Rega for car racing!"

Raka slightly kept the phone away from her ear. Kray's voice was almost approaching loud. "Lo! I'm a males again" replied Raka.

There, Kray scratched the nape of his neck. He looked at Boi who was standing beside him. "Gue really wants to. But Rega wants the same lo, Ka," said Kray. Boi gave a thumbs up to Kray.

Kray and Boi cheered in excitement, both of them doing brief hugs. "Ready, Boss! I'll wait there!" kray said, then hung up.

Raka leaned her body on the backrest. His Netra realized a pair of eyes were staring at him. Then, as Raka looked back, the person turned his face away. Raka looked at her feet that were not wrapped in anything. His clothes seemed relaxed, with white shirts and black shorts with skulls.

Maybe that made him attract someone's attention.

The clock is spinning rapidly. Dinara got out of her bed, went out of the room and looked for her husband. The man was still perched on the sofa, watching the same television broadcast. "Sister," called Dinara with a heavy voice.

Raka turned his head, finding Dinara's chaotic state. "What?" Dinara sat next to him, making Raka a little insured. "Lo ngigau, Ra?" seloroh Raka's.

Dinara shook his head. "Sister, tonight I'm going to go play outside, okay?" ask Dinara. He looked at Raka, making adorable round eyes.

"Who's victory?"

"Yes, I'm just."

"Dinara has friends?" raka asked in a mocking tone. Because, as far as possible, at the Dinara campus is always alone.

"Sister! Ngeremehin me? Temen me a lot!" dinara Tegur.

Raka pulled both corners of her lips. "No playing. At home!" said Raka, full of emphasis.

Dinara widens the eyes. "Sister! I also need entertainment, no playing time?"

Raka shook her head strongly. "Once I say no, yes still can't."

"Great congratulations!" Dinara advanced her lips, folding both hands in front of her chest. Then, he violently hit Raka's arm until the man grimaced softly. "Damn lo, brother!" Not just once, Dinara repeatedly landed a hard punch in the same place.

"Mending does not need to be married, if you can be a husband like this."

Raka blocks Dinara's hand, making the girl shrink for a moment. "Once again you say rough, I sew your mouth!" perebat Raka.

Dinara pressed his teeth, staring at Raka sharply, as if ready to pounce. Then, he brushed off Raka's hand and stood up from the sofa. "Sir Raka is a monkey!"

"Like the same doll that Kak Raka loves!" Then, the girl stomped her feet to the floor and waltzed away with a feeling of annoyance. However, it looks adorable in Raka's eyes.

"Lo's a monkey, Ra!" raka shouted, then followed by a light laughter coming out of his lips. Raka pecked for a moment, noticing his strange behavior. "Gue's? Really falling in love?" He was holding his chest, the heart inside there was racing.

The night is against the rain. The gurgling sound that made Dinara love her. He enjoyed the beauty of it through the balcony, feeling the coolness of this air. The wind occasionally blew his short hair. From behind, Raka looked secretly at his wife.

Raka sat her body on the sofa, putting a cup of coffee on the table. "Royal in, Ra! Later in the wind," said Raka. Dinara looked back for a while and enjoyed the rain again. "Ra," called Raka once again, in a different tone, sounding spoiled.

Dinara did not answer, he entered and closed the balcony door. "I slept first, brother," he said. Dinara passed through Raka and entered the room.

I don't know, Raka feels guilty for being rude to her girl.