Prisoner's Wife Raka
20. Attempt to persuade

Under the same roof, two people who pretend to hate each other live. They were as if enemies from the beginning of the meeting, like oil and water, he did not want to unite. Dinara is still in his bad mood. The girl gawks as she crosses paths in the kitchen with Raka, then Dinara returns to the room carrying a glass of mineral water.

Raka frowned confusedly, because the wife had inhabited him earlier. He walked into the living room, turned on the television while sitting on the sofa. While putting the fries in his mouth, Raka enjoyed the spectacle.

Raka is a guy who likes to think hard. Something will fill his mind, if it is still he questions, even though small. However, Raka abstains in anything, will try to be able to.

Dinara, the girl became a conversation in her brain. While enjoying a snack, Raka thought about his wife who had come and immediately reprimanded him. So is there a mistake?

"If I don't make a mistake. But, like what I do always looks wrong in his eyes," murmured Raka.

Raka pondered, watching carefully the action genre film. Although his mind was elsewhere, the man glared at the television screen in front of him. "Damn it!" raka, then turned off the television and walked to Dinara's room.

The guy stopped right in front of Dinara's room with the door closed. Raka let out a long sigh, then lowered the doorknob to make it open.

When the door opened, it showed Dinara being friends with the book in the dark. Dinara then turned his head quickly towards Raka and looked at her sharply. "It's not polite, brother!" reproofing.

Raka scratched the nape of his neck. While grimacing, he stepped into Dinara's room. "Eh! Who told you to come in?" Dinara quickly got up from the chair, approached Raka and stopped the movement of the man.

"Why? Can't you?" raka Balas. "Lo's husband. So, I have a right."

"But it's not polite, brother!"

Raka threw away her face. Her net was circulating, looking at the books on Dinara's study table, and the dark state of the room astonished her. "Study in the dark? Not good for eye health," said Raka.

"My study lamp is on, really," Dinara said as she pointed at her desk, which was illuminated by lights.

"Lo's eyes can be hot, Ra." The man walked towards the window, slowly pulling the curtain until the light pierced through his glass. The condition of Dinara's room became bright. "For a long time so sore eyes," he continued.

"Sister! Don't be so presumptuous!" dinara with ketus. His voice sounded snapping until it made Raka turn her head, then smile knots. "I-I'm learning."

"If learning it must be bright, let his eyes not be tired." Raka said in front of Dinara, the girl looked up slightly in order to be able to look at Raka

"I'm comfortable it's dark, brother." Dinara's face turned red, she was a little annoyed.

Raka let out a long breath. "Learn it later!" Raka said. "Now, come with me outside, we'll find dinner."

Dinara did not answer, only silently looking at her husband. Raka breezed past Dinara's body. However, while in the doorway, Dinara's voice stopped Raka. "No, Brother."

Raka's face became lethargic. He turned around, then pulled Dinara's right shoulder to face him. Dinara was frightened by the sharp look. "Why, Ra!" ask Raka.

"I don't want to, Brother."

Raka growled, both hands clenched. "Lo what's the matter, Ra?"

Dinara shook his head. "Gue asked me nicely, Ra. What's the problem?"

Dinara lowered her head, again answering with a sling. Raka's upset. The man's hand pushed Dinara's body into the bed. Not long after, Raka locked the movement of Dinara by being on it.

Raka used both of her hands as a focus. He stared intently at Dinara. The solid, hardened jaw can be seen clearly by Dinara from below. "Sister," call Dinara lirih.

Dinara closed his eyes as the clap came out of Raka's mouth. Undeniably, Dinara's body shook at that time because it was discovered. From above, Raka can see it.

"Ra," called Raka in a soft voice. Raka sees tears dripping from the tail of Dinara's eyes, then Raka decides to get up. "Don't cry!"

Dinara immediately sat her body down, quickly wiping away her tears. He sobbed, his breathing as he pleased. While Raka, turned her face and glanced towards his wife. "Sorry, Ra," said Raka.

"Sorry, I've been brave with Raka. I hate it, brother," Dinara said.

Raka looked at the girl. "Hate who, Ra?"

Dinara still lowered her head, not daring to open her eyes. "There's a girl who told me to stay away from Raka."

"Who, Ra?"

Dinara shook his head slowly. "I don't know, forget, brother." The girl's breath was hunting, like she was in fear.

Raka stared fixedly at his wife from the side, then her hand moved pulling Dinara into his arms. "Udah!" raka Tell. Hugged Dinara tightly while gently stroking the little girl's back. "Sorry, huh?"

Dinara nodded briefly in Raka's warm embrace. It felt comfortable and right then and there, her heart was pounding and it felt good to be close to her husband.

"Change clothes! We had dinner outside" Raka said before leaving Dinara's room.

What was once alien, has now become so close. In fact, Dinara became the only one among Raka's friends. The girl is lucky to get Raka, but Dinara's heart is not entirely for her husband.

Dinara put a little lipstick on her little lips. Then, he picked up the bag beside the door and exited the room. Raka was already waiting for Dinara in the living room.

"Udah, Brother," Dinara said. Then, Raka extended her hand. Dinara. "I want to cross it." Without accepting the invitation to join hands, Dinara waltzed out.

A cold wind hit their skin, blowing away some of Dinara's hair. There are stars in the blue sky. The moon is invisible tonight.

After dinner at a restaurant that looks luxurious, Raka invites Dinara to stop on the beach. It was quiet and dark, illuminated only by a few lights.

Dinara looked up to see the sky. Her favorite. It looks dark and soothing. The two couples sat down with a brownish-white beach sand pad. Without fear of dirty clothes, they would rather sit like this for the sake of enjoying the scenery.

Raka turned her head, looking at Dinara's beautiful carved face. "Ra, do you like the night sky or the day?" ask Raka.

Dinara turned his head for a moment, then again saw the waves moving in the middle of the sea there. "I don't like the sky very much. But I don't hate it either" Dinara replied.

"So, the earth thing you like the most, what?"

Dinara gave his eyes. "Man."

"If some of them like to be upset," continued Dinara.

The warm conversation, shrouded in the cold of the night wind, continued. Until finally, some of the stars began to be invisible and Dinara became less excited due to drowsiness.

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