Rio and Ara
Episode 92

As usual, Ara came home almost at eight. He was so very tired, because today he was part of the pantry. Half a day he washes with glasses and a saucer. Finally he can go home by imagining how good it is to lay down into something soft.

His eyes sparkled towards the sofa, he immediately threw himself onto the soft, long sofa. Yes, the tastes of rich people with standard people are different. The sofa is like a bed.

"Oh, it can finally fall down." he said by closing his eyes.

It's only been a few minutes so good. Suddenly surprised by someone.

"Home home?"

Ara was startled, and immediately reflexively woke up sitting down. Instantly his eyes rose a few watts and his sleepiness disappeared due to his racing heartbeat.

"Rio, I'm shocked!" the protest knew it was Rio.

Ara was relieved, she thought someone else.

Rio sat on the single sofa, his left leg resting on his right leg. Ara looked, Rio has changed clothes in his sleeping pajamas. Turns out he went home first.

His eyes are not friendly. I don't know what she is. The feeling this morning spread its sweet charm like sugar, the night even spread sin. Yes, sin. Ara became very upset to see his handsome face but had a strange nature ended in her heart to swear it with all the curse ala-ala.

"Have you eaten?" ask Ara who is leaving.

Rio just shook his head without saying.

Again, again, it feels like Ara wants to stick her head who knows indeed her brain sliding to the right with excessive anxiety so she must hear the sound of ice blocks. But you know, she's her husband. And he was also afraid in the cap of the ungodly wife.

"What do you want to eat?" bargaining Ara with still holding back her frustration as usual.

"Whatever."

Ara snorted softly, it felt like her patience was being tested deliberately by him.

"Yes, I took a bath just cooking" said Ara and passed leaving Si the figure of the ice block itself.

Ara hummed inwardly, with her deliberate footsteps pounding on the stairs. His body is tired, must be forced to act again. Si Bibi's event is gone, so no one takes care of Rio's needs, such as his food and tea. In addition, Ara had to clean the house alone.

Yeah, how else. It's usually down, kayak now. Ara dropped back down after taking a bath, she was already wearing sleeping pajamas that looked different than usual.

Usually, he wears polite sleeping pajamas, sometimes long-sleeved, or short, his pants remain long. But this is not, maroon-red sleeping pajamas, just a string perched on his broad shoulders, his pants just above the knees.

Knowing Ara down, Rio also reflexively saw Ara who was descending the stairs busily bobbing his hair origin. Showing his neck that level and white plastered just like that.

Rio was stunned to see Ara's unusual appearance. His heart started to beat. His faith is shaken now. Mana could bear to see his own wife looking charming in plain sight. Not rejecting Ara's face is indeed beautiful and sweet. His body is also not tall.

Rio's eyes whizzed, his heart rippling. He sees what he rarely sees, perhaps barely sees. Something poked out the tip of the twin mountains behind a thin satin cloth. It was obvious, even though it was covered with the clothes that Ara was wearing.

Making Rio swallow saliva with difficulty. A trial worth enjoying, Rio thought. The experiment he meant did not last long, because Ara immediately put on her knit cardigan and went straight to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Ara immediately opened the refrigerator, to see what supplies were in the refrigerator. Almost Ara never visited the kitchen which was his favorite place in the village while here. Since the incident Rio did not want to eat his cooking.

Maybe because there was no Bi Imah so Ara thought Rio would eat what he made. Ara deftly picked up the remaining materials in the refrigerator and executed them unhindered.

30 minutes passed, during which Rio noticed Ara's busy movements twitching in the kitchen. Unfortunately, Rio saw the complete package in Ara. Already well, beautiful, worship he still does, smart cook, good at taking care of the house, and one that Rio just realized, Ara's body is crazy, and only has a height that is not too high. Ah, it feels like Ara is the woman criterion.

Rio's eyes can't be separated from the figure of Ara that so disturbs his eyes. Look good when in the kitchen, just cook it looks beautiful. Ara was busy, so busy she let her left shoulder be plastered clearly. Rio could not hold back long in silence. He also stepped confidently approaching Ara who was busy cooking.

Seeing Rio come and aligning himself with Ara. Ara smiled sweetly, then continued her bustle. Maybe it was dealing with the stove fire, and the steam from the cooking went everywhere. Ara's forehead and neck were covered in sweat. Rio swallowed his saliva, seeing a sweat plunge freely from the neck towards a place that made Rio even more difficult to control himself.

Once again, Ara smiled sweetly. It seemed like it was done, the dishes cooked by Ara had moved to the plate. Then the dish Ara serve to the table ala mini bar. While arranging, Ara also invited Rio to eat immediately.

Rio was unmoved, still staring at the founding Ara who kept calling her name to eat immediately. Rio could not hold back any longer, he was a normal man, and after all it was legitimate because Ara was already his halal woman. And it was his fault that Ara was fishing for a normal man.

Ara was just about to turn her head towards Rio, as Rio did not deny it. Suddenly Rio was clutching Ara's body from behind Ara. Ara aghast.

"What's wrong?" ask plain Ara.

"I can't hold it any longer, Ra" he said softly as he sipped in Ara's bend.

This is what it feels like to just imagine there is no benefit. Yup, really just a fucking delusion. I don't know why he had imagined so vulgarly with Ara. He realized when Ara called his name.

"Rio, let's eat!" bring him. "You are called instead of frowning, instead of standing there indistinctly." said Ara who was still not finished he dwelled in the kitchen.

"Ah, sorry." Rio was so misbehaved, how embarrassed he was with himself how could he imagine such a difficult thing happening between them.

Rio came straight away, and sat down. Rio let Ara take the rice for him.

"Rio, Rio, can-can-can be fantasizing strangely." he was upset in the heart.

"I'm sorry, I just made capchay like fried chicken. The kitchen material is thinning, Bi Imah seems to forget shopping deh." he said while taking side dishes to Rio dishes.

"No papa."

"Yes, I've been eating, I've been upstairs. If you're done tell me, let me settle." pamitnya after finishing cooking.

Rio immediately restrained Ara, in order not to leave.

"You haven't eaten yet, you've eaten" she told Ara to sit in a chair.

Ara was confused, with Rio's attitude holding her back.

"No, I ate it after you ate it." refused Ara.

"Why is that?"

"Fear you're not comfortable eating there's me. No papa, I eat it later." Ara moved from sitting. But again Rio held Ara back and told Ara to sit back.

"Forget it, from tomorrow we'll eat a clove." Rio took the plate in the rice filling along with the side dishes that Ara cooked just now.

"meaning?" Ara did not understand, which Ara understood Rio really did not like Ara semeja with him. Hence a little confused saying a sentence that was indeed not like the real Rio.

"Udah eat!" his word and he himself sat in his chair and ate Ara's cooking voraciously.

Ara happy not to play. It used to be that Rio was so irritated if there was Ara's cooking on the dining table that he didn't eat. Never mind eating, just look at the most fed up. But now that Ara was like a dream, Rio was really willing to eat Ara's cooking without being forced.

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Finish eating dinner. Ara tidied up the ones on the table and washed the tableware both of them. Ara's heart was blossoming, a smile that never faded from her face. How pleased he was, Rio slightly accepted himself.

"Ara." call Rio.

"Hum.." replied Ara without turning to Rio.

"I want us to have a deal agreed voluntarily" he began speaking.

The deg?

Ara's hand stopped wiping the dishes with soap, her eyes looked straight and glared away at her thoughts about Rio's words. Mean what?

"What do you mean, I don't understand?" ask Ara.

"It's simply a marriage agreement between us" he continued.

Ara's eyes warmed up, and began to glaze over. His activities accelerated. His ears are wide, so that his brain can digest well.

"What kind of deal?" ask Ara.

His mind was mixed with all the possible meanings of the agreement that Rio bargained for.

"For the next six months, I want to, me, you, we're trying to be the right husband and wife" he explained.

Flash water Ara stop, the glove he was wearing he took off. The act of washing dishes is also age. He thought after this, he would immediately rest in peace and comfort. Turns out, it's impossible.

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