Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.248 Cosplay So Mosquito
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In the morning, as usual Riska is always busy with waking Keenan up.
"Abang, let's get up. Rio's waiting in front" Riska said.
Yes, last night before Keenan and Rio went into their respective rooms, they promised to pray dawn at the mosque together.
"Darling, I'm still sleepy" muttered Keenan, turning his body to his stomach.
"Abang, soon Adhan, let's get up, later in her congregation," in a stifled voice, Riska spoke while trying to pull her husband's body.
"Eem." Keenan muttered while tilting his body.
With a single move, he pulled Riska's body to a jolt and pressed right on top of it.
"Abang, I told you to get up, why did I even get pulled?" upset Riska, smacked her husband's chest.
Keenan smiled with squeaky eyes, looking at Riska.
"Kiss first, I just woke up" said Keenan, slightly pushing his lips.
Cup.
Riska kissed Keenan's lip.
"Udah, let's get up." Riska tried to get up from her husband's body, though she was held back by Keenan's tightly coiled hands on her waist.
"Abang, don't joke around, it's noon. Or I tell Rio to go to the mosque first, yes" Riska said, still trying to put some distance on their bodies.
Keenan widened his eyes he immediately released his hands on Riska's waist, practice wake up.
"Yes, I'm awake. Wait for me to go to the bathroom first" Keenan said as he stood up.
Cup.
"Please get my clothes ready, baby," Keenan said, peeping his wife's lips into a flash, before walking quickly out of the room.
There was something she had to talk about with Rio and it was not to be talked about at home. Keenan did not want his wife and in-laws to know, what he wanted to ask Rio, later.
A while later, Keenan had returned to the room, he was immediately greeted by Riska who immediately helped him wear clothes.
"Already," said Riska, staring full of twinkle, the face of the husband who looked more handsome in his eyes.
'Ish, why does Bang Keenan always look more handsome when wearing kayak gini clothes?' he murmured in the heart.
White gloves, with a slight weaving pattern on the back side and tip, combined with a blue dongker cocoa shirt, also black squat on the head, as if adding to the level of good looks Keenan rose many times over, as if, in Riska's eyes.
The couple came out of the room together. In the living room, Rio had been waiting for Keenan ever since.
"Yuk, Brother. Yes Adzan, we will be late," asked Rio, immediately standing up.
"I went to the mosque first, yes" said Keenan, turning to his wife.
Riska nodded, then took her husband's hand for him to kiss. Keenan replied by kissing his wife's forehead.
"Ngiung ngiung ngiung," said Rio, as he shook his head, looking at the ceiling of the house.
"What the hell, Yo?" tanya Riska with eyebrows linked.
"For cosplay to be a mosquito" Rio quipped, walking still raising his head.
"Ngiung ngiung ngiung." Rio was still mimicking the sound of mosquitoes that were often noisy and disturbed him to sleep.
"Ffft." Keenan held back his laughter, looking at Rio who was still teasing his brother.
"Aren't you guys a lizard?" upset Riska.
"Alright, baby. Poor, single people can only envy doang," lerai Keenan while rubbing Riska's head and then went to follow Rio who had gone out of the house first.
"Who said I was single?" refute Rio, after Keenan was beside him.
Keenan raised his eyebrows, looking at his sister-in-law.
"Not yet" Rio replied.
"Then?" Keenan looked at Rio who looked relaxed, he was curious about the teenage boy's answer.
"I'm single not single" Rio replied.
"Fth." Keenan could barely hold back his laughter.
"Then, what's the difference?" asked Keenan, with a small puckishness escaped accompanying his words.
"Clearly different dong. If singles are an option for themselves, it does not mean that they do not sell. If single, yes he must accept fate because it does not practice," explained Rio with confidence.
"Haha! Yeah-yeah, maybe. I agree with you," Keenan said with a burst of laughter.
He embraced his sister-in-law and walked together, like an ordinary friend.
When it was close to the building of the place of worship of Muslims, Keenan and Rio met with several people who both wanted to pray at dawn congregation in the village mosque.
"Well, who is this, Yo? How can you be with you," asked one of the residents who walked along with several other fathers.
"Kak Keenan, her husband Kak Riska, sir," Rio explained.
"Well, it turns out this .. her husband Riska," said one of the middle-aged men who continued with a regular introduction.
They also entered into a simple mosque in the middle of the village, together, with Keenan being the subject of attention of other pilgrims.
At the other end, Riska and Mother were preparing breakfast together, after the two performed the dawn prayer together.
"Mom, sorry Riska now rarely plays at home. Since Mba Ayu gave birth, she gave up all her work with me" Riska said while cutting vegetables.
Mother looked at the eldest child, smiling gently with her hands still holding a knife and onions that she was ready to poke.
"It's okay, Ris. Now that you have become a wife, you should prioritize your husband. Mom and Rio are here, able to take care of ourselves. You come once in a while if you're free, you're happy, mom" said.
Riska slightly lowered her head. Yes, she realized her current position was as the wife of a Keenan. A deputy chief director of the Darmendra company, as well as his heir.
In his heart there is a fear of his home life for the future. He who is only a high school graduate, must try to accompany Keenan with a life that is much different.
Can she adapt to her husband's environment?
Wouldn't he be a stain point in Keenan's perfect life?
I don't know, all of that fear suddenly kept spinning in his mind, making him feel restless.
"What's up, Riksa?" mother asked, seeing the look on the face of her eldest son whose tread was different.
Riska looked at her mother, she re-published a smile with a faint head-dream.
"It's okay, Mom. I was just thinking about a little unfinished work" Riska replied, giving an excuse.
Mother looked at her son, she chose to return Riska's smile, without extending her question. Although in his heart he could feel there was a concussion in the heart of his eldest son.
However, he did not want to forgive his son's affairs any deeper. The middle-aged woman believes that her child is old enough to face every trial of life and home.
"Heem, don't be too busy with work, Ris. You also have to be smart to divide your time for your husband. Do not let you neglect your duties as a wife, because you are busy with work" Mother advised.
Riska nodded obediently.
"Yes, Mom. Riska will try to be a good wife for Abang," replied Riska, as she moved to the sink to wash the vegetables she had finished.
'Hopefully I can' he continued in his heart.
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There is the same not like Riska, see a more handsome husband fitting want to pray what else if already wudhu🤭
Which one agrees with Rio, choose singles or singles?😁
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...Seriate...