Sharing Love: Between Us
Bab.164 Apartment

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The day passed, tonight Keenan and Riska had moved in the apartment owned by Keenan, Nawang and Garry who had helped them move, now had paid their way home.

"I'm sorry, I'm taking you to the apartment, while we're still adjusting, I want us to just stay alone, after all this apartment is also not too far from the boutique," Keenan explained. They are currently sitting on the sofa.

Riska stared at Keenan's face at a glance. "Yes, it's okay. This is more than enough for me."

"Because there is no cookware and other ingredients, tomorrow we shop together, I have the same permission, Mr. Ezra," said Keenan.

This apartment does not have any cooking utensils, there are only a few dishes and glasses that Keenan and Ezra used to eat and drink.

The fridge was empty, containing only cold drinks without any food.

Riska nodded, then leaned her body on the sofa.

"What do you want to eat now? Let me order," asked Keenan, taking his cell phone which had been lying on the table.

"Clear, only," Rikka replied as she closed her eyes.

"What if I order fried chicken?" ask Keenan again.

"May, I'm not a picky person when it comes to food" Riska replied.

Keenan nodded then started typing something on his phone screen.

"Aren't you allergic to anything?" keenan asked again, his eyes only glanced at Riska at a glance, then again busy with his phone.

"If my food has no allergies" Riska replied.

The imposition of keeping his phone again on the table, then looked at Riska kembaali.

"Are you allergic to something else?" asked Keenan, with frowning eyes.

Riska opened her eyes and turned to look at Keenan, the eyes of the two had met, only she immediately decided to return.

"No, I don't have any allergies" Riska said, shaking her head slowly.

Keenan. "All right, then."

Both were silent for quite a long time with their respective thoughts, the atmosphere is now noble feels awkward when they already do not have a discussion or activity to fill the void.

'Why am I so nervous?' risk in the Heart.

He finally took the television remote and turned it on, to remove the awkwardness.

Being alone with a man in the same room, makes Riska's feelings uncertain. What else does she know is that Keenan already has the right to do anything to her.

"Later once a week there are people who will clean the apartment," Keenan spoke again, after a long time they fell silent.

Riska stared at Keenan at a glance, then nodded.

"But not for the room. I don't like anyone coming into my room" Keenan added.

Riska looked at Keenan then nodded. 'But why doesn't he mind us sleeping together?'

"So, you hope you'll help me clean up our room?"

Deg.

Riska looked at Keenan's face nervously upon hearing Keenan's words, her heart always being unable to be conditioned if it had discussed their current status.

Keenan grinned with a slah or corner of his lips, looking from the corner of the matany, how Riska's reaction always looks funny when he has discussed about it.

'Is he going to ask for it now?' murmured Riska felt nervous.

"I–iya," only you can get out of Riska's lips.

The sound of a bell ringing indicates a guest is coming.

"It looks like our food has come, please prepare the plate yes, I want to see first," said Keenan, as he moved from his duudk place.

"Heem." Riska nodded, she exhaled a rough breath as soon as she saw Keenan who had already left her contents.

'Why does he look so creepy and bawdy now? or is it just my mind?' murmured Riska, took a quick glance at Keenan's back then walked towards the kitchen to prepare the dishes.

The time was nine o'clock at night when they had just finished their dinner.

"I have a little work, you sleep first" Keenan said as Riska was still washing dishes.

"No, I'm in my office, the room next to my room" Keenan explained.

Riska nods her head. "Do you want me to make coffee or tea?"

"May, coffee yes ... don't be too sweet" Keenan replied.

Riska nodded again then continued to wash the dishes first. Keenan went to his study.

Riska took the coffee grounds there, preparing them in a cup while waiting for the heated water in the electric heater teapot to brew them.

It seems like men can not be far from the name of coffee, until when there is no cookware, coffee and tea brewing equipment looks already there first.

Moments later the coffee he had prepared was ready, now he walked towards Keenan's study, knocking on the door before he finally went inside, after hearing a voice from Keenan.

At that moment, Riska saw Keenan sitting in his work chair, with his laptop on and some files strewn across the table.

"This is the coffee, Bang," Riska said.

Keenan stopped his busyness, he looked at Riska who was ordering a coffee cup in front of the table. "Thank you."

Riska just nodded, then came back out with an already erratic heartbeat.

"Issh, why is my heart always like this when I'm with him?" murmured Riska, while holding her chest.

Choose to go into the room, to rest his body.

In the study, Keenan breathed a rough sigh after seeing the door in front of him tightly shut.

His attention distracted by a cup of coffee in front of him that still looks hot, he took it sipping the aroma of one of his favorite drinks before sipping it slowly.

Feels so good and fitting on the tongue, Keenan sees the deep black liquid again, then sips it back.

"Smart also he makes coffee," he said as he put the cup back on the table.

Looking at the laptop that is still on and files that he deliberately put carelessly.

He exhaled a rough breath as the shadow of the kabul Ijab he did yesterday afternoon flashed across his head.

Relying on his body, closing his eyes with one of his hands massaging the base of his nose.

His mind branched between the responsibilities as a husband and the name that still lingered in his heart.

His outstretched hand pulled the small drawer in front of him, picking up a black agenda book, he looked at it with a long breath, before opening it.

Seen a 4R photo sheet tucked in one of the pages of the book. There were two nice teenage boys standing in the cherry blossom garden, the man was seen hugging the girl in front of him, they were laughing with a very happy face.

"Can I forget you, Luna?" lirih Keenan, the tip of his thumb rubbing the pretty face of the girl in the photo.

"I hope you're happy there, even without me. I will also try to be happy with the partner God has chosen to accompany me here" he continued.

"Thank you, it has become the color of my life, even though you finally snatch back without excuse" Keenan said, smiling faintly before closing the book and putting it in the drawer.

He leaned back, closed his old eyes, felt what was now in his heart.

The work in front of him is just an excuse so that he can be alone, he feels guilty every time he sees Riska's face, he is afraid he can not give his heart to bring disappointment to the girl who is now his wife.

Long enough he was in his study, until the night was late, Keenan just moved from a sitting position and cleaned all the files scattered on the table.

He then walked outside and went inside his room, breathing deeply as his eyes saw a girl sleeping on his bed.

'Riska is entitled to your heart, Ken. Forget Luna, she is already happy with the person she chose, don't keep getting stuck in the past until you forget to look to the future. Don't let you regret it later'

The words of the father this afternoon, now ringing in the head. He saw the calm face of the girl who was now his wife, looking beautiful with her simplicity. Unknowingly his outstretched hand rubbed the slightly wavy black hair at the end.

Riska seemed to move because she was disturbed by a gentle movement above her head, no matter what the girl was dreaming until she was seen smiling so quickly.

"I will try to love you, even if I don't know when it will come. Sorry, because it has brought you in the complicated problems of my life," said Keenan.

Cup.

One kiss he gave on his wife's forehead, then turned to the other side of the bed and laid his body beside Riska.

That night, they went back through without anything special, just sleeping with Keenan holding Riska's body.

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