Prisoner's Wife Raka
15. Sickle

Dinara opened her eyes, rubbing them slowly. Then, he looked at the clock on his phone. It's only two in the morning. The girl got out of the bed because her throat was dry. So, Dinara intends to take a drink.

Dinara staggered as she was still sleepy, not even having her eyes fully opened. He immediately poured the water into the glass, then drank it until it ran out. How surprised Dinara, when he looked faintly at the husband who was sneaking from the outside.

At that moment, Dinara's eyes immediately widened. He decided not to make a sound, quietly observing the man.

Obviously it was her husband, her feet were on the floor, her body was clearly visible, only there were some wounds on the face. Raka is still unaware of Dinara's whereabouts, she closes the door after removing the shoes. However, when he turned around, he then pegged in place.

A thread-thin smile was engraved on Raka's face. His heartbeat seemed to stop, when he saw the sharp gaze of the wife. "Where are you from, brother?" The question was thrown from Dinara's lips when Raka was already standing in front of him.

Raka fluttered, she scratched the nape of her neck. In fact, the man did not dare to look directly into Dinara's eyes. "Where do I ask, brother?" dinara said as she folded her hands in front of her chest.

Raka took a long breath. "Main" answered Raka. His face really looked like a five-year-old boy who was being scolded by his mother.

Dinara threw away face. "Even a child knows that this is the hour to sleep, it is not appropriate to play at this hour." The girl grumbled, her face looking sullen. "Sister Raka the ghost? It's running at this hour? Huh yeah?"

Instead of answering, Raka chuckled lightly at the wife's words. However, Dinara's reprimand instantly made him silent again. "I'm angry again, brother! Laughing too!"

"Lo's funny if you're angry again" said Raka. He raised his head, his net met with the pitch black belonging to Dinara. "Gue's just playing games, really, same as my members."

"Gue knows, you must know that I'm the gang leader."

Raka even proud, puffing his chest while justifying the jacket. Dinara was steady with no expression, thus making Raka silent. "Obatin wound! I want to go to bed" Dinara said, then passed by Raka to return to the room.

Raka forgot, on his face there were a lot of bruises. Perhaps, the easily frightened Dinara was a little frightened to see him.

After the incident, Dinara decided to wake up early in the morning. She immediately cooked for breakfast, with the usual menu. Ready to go to college, Dinara closed the door to her room. However, his steps were stopped by Raka's voice. "Depart with me, Ra!" Raka said.

Dinara did not rub it, quickly put on his shoes. Then, he stood up and slightly looked over. "I went alone" replied Dinara.

Raka frowned seeing the departure of his wife. Clearly, Dinara was angry with him.

Raka looked at the plate of fried rice on the dining table, with a beef-eye egg that looked slightly charred. Not lingering, Raka took a spoon to devour it. The two corners of the male's lips were drawn wide. "Lo accidentally fried this egg charred out of anger with me, Ra?" said. However, the taste becomes distinctive on Raka's tongue.

Love really changed everything.

Dinara set off in a fit of annoyance, pedaling his bike as slowly as a snail. He clasped tightly onto his steering wheel, restraining the cries from escaping from his lips. "That's a hell of a deal," murmured Dinara.

Usually, Dinara leaves and goes home with Raka. Dinara will go down at a nearby store, so that no one knows that he is with Raka. It would be beyond Dinara's expectations, if her husband's fans knew. So far it's safe, no rumors about Raka at Diamond University.

Confusing materials and practices. Dinara spends a lot of brain performance on this. However, although a little troublesome, Dinara still likes it because of the satisfactory results of his work. Drawing, creating themes, designing, and such. "If you can be honest, a little tired of the same effort. But, no effort, no results" Dinara said.

At this time, Dinara was staring at his footsteps that were either going to go where. However, the heart and mind are directed to the canteen, because Dinara's stomach is deflated because it has not breakfast. The girl brought a bekel, her own homemade fried rice.

Dinara returned the warm smile of the man. "Hi, Brother Abram," replied Dinara. In hindsight, Abram was much better than the man standing beside Abram, Raka.

"Where are you going, Ra?" ask Raka. He carved out his smile, slightly trying to persuade his wife.

"Cantin" replied Dinara. "If so, I'll go first." Then, he just breezed by.

So annoying. Seeing Raka's sad face, made Dinara want to faint. Not because of his good looks, but Dinara knows the bad guys. Although in the eyes of other girls, all about Raka is interesting, but different for Dinara. Hates.

"Stupid is the same as Raka. The important thing is that I eat" murmured Dinara. He sat in the canteen with the corner seat. Deliberately avoiding being unable to be found by Raka.

Looking at her cow-eye eggs, Dinara recalled what she had done this morning.

"I gosongin the egg, let there be bitters," he said. In the spirit Dinara saw the egg browning on the frying pan. "This distinctive taste bud, Brother!"

Dinara smiled with satisfaction at that time. However, her daydream was scurrying as a heavy sound suddenly emerged from beside her, right in the ears until the girl was bristling. "Why is the egg beautiful?"

Dinara gasped in surprise when she saw Raka smiling sideways at him. Quickly and forcefully he pushed the man's body away from him. Sontakan them make pairs of eyes lead and highlight. "Go, Brother! I want to eat" Dinara said.

"Eat it! I'm temenin." Raka seemed to be unconcerned with her eyes staring intently. "Gue take care" he said.

Dinara was tired of fighting with him. The girl chose silence and immediately finished her meal.

.....

Dinara pouted, putting on a sour face. The night wind hit her face, she held onto Raka's shoulder. The man forced her to come to his house. Dinara was angry with him. Sucks.

Dinara thought there was an important matter of what, it turns out Raka only exchanged cars with motorcycles in his house. Dinara's frustration is growing. Believe me, right now he was eager to hit the man from behind.

The bike is high for him. Dinara is reluctant to embrace Raka's body, so she just holds her shoulder. Raka was not sane, pulling the gas tightly. "Do you want me to jam, brother?" whispered Dinara, right in Raka's ear. Then, Raka slowed down the speed of the motor.

"Lo know, why did I exchange cars for motorcycles?" ask Raka. He straightened his body, so that his voice would be heard by Dinara.

"No."

"Let's not race cars anymore." The speech was enough to make Dinara relieved, at least Raka according and understood the feelings of his wife. "But, I'm going to race a motorcycle" he continued until Dinara gave Raka his head.

"Dead aja, Brother," seloroh Dinara, because it was very upset.

"If I die, sure you won't cry?"

"Diem, Brother! Focal drive!"