Stepmom Cold Bed
Shouldn't have happened

Ahead of lunch, Riswan and Dita, as well as a male staff, chose to go to the dock and market to buy some groceries. They deliberately left Maureen and Byan because they realized there seemed to be many things that the two of them had to talk about with only four eyes.

On the road, Dita continues to interrogate Riswan about what Byan is doing at the moment.

“Pak Riswan, why did the young master come here? Is he worried?” starting from that question and Riswan's mind began to open wide.

He still remembered how Byan who could not sleep all night because he waited for his departure time to catch up with Maureen. The man almost passed his breakfast because he was busy taking care of many things before leaving. If only Riswan had not been reminded to take medicine to get well soon, perhaps Byan would really not have cared for himself.

He heard when Byan was furious last night. He was angry at his own condition. Had his legs not hurt, he would never have let Maureen go on her own, as she is now.

It seemed that he realized that Byan's concern and anxiety for his young mistress was not without reason. Especially when he saw the painting that Byan made last night and showed clearly the figure he painted behind the picture he made as if abstract.

The man tried to hide his feelings but on the other hand, he made people so clearly see his feelings.

“In addition to employees, Mrs Maureen is a connecting mother Young master, where perhaps she is not anxious.” Riswan replied diplomatically.

“But, I wonder if young master doesn't just think of Maureen's sister as his stepmother huh? His attention is too special.” Dita is still with her thoughts and feelings that she believes to be the truth.

“Do not think of unnecessary things. Before forgetting, buy chicken one kilo for young master because he does not eat seafood.” Instead of chiming in on Dita's questions, he prefers to talk about something else.

“Good,” Dita according to it, it seems like this is a signal from Riswan so that he stops discussing the master and his great mistress.

At the halfway house, Maureen still takes care of Byan. He was replacing the bandage Byan dirty exposed to sand while checking the condition of Byan's feet.

Put Byan's foot on the pillow and then compress it carefully. While Byan was still watching Maureen's face closely. He misses the owner of the sharp-looking nose.

“Aakhhh Byan complained as Maureen slightly pressed her bandage.

This was deliberately done so that Byan shifted his focus to his wound instead of continuing to look at his face. Really, this makes Maureen's feelings all the more unfounded.

“When will you be home? Doctor Faisal asked me to do an X-ray tomorrow.”

Byan tries to break the silence between him and Maureen. The atmosphere was too tense and he missed Maureen's voice with a normal octave and her clear and orderly manner of speaking.

“Stop doing unnecessary things, let alone things that concern me.” That was the answer Maureen gave as she stared intently at Byan.

He had finished replacing the Byan foot bandage with a clean elastic bandage.

“It seems you hate every form of attention so much, as do I who hate pretense so much,” said Byan who did not take his eyes off Maureen. He realized that Maureen's tone of voice had dropped by an octave, like this woman was holding a lot of resentment in her chest.

Maureen did not chim in, preferring to move and throw away the water she had used to clean the wounds of Byan.

“Come to Maureen, I'm not done talking. Not as the successor of Anggoro corp, but as Byantara.” Byan said firmly to make Maureen's feelings more unbecoming.

Not because he was afraid of sentences that Byan should not have spoken but on his feelings that began to realize that maybe he felt the same thing that Byan would say.

“Our talk is done. You just want to know when I'm coming home, right? Relax, I'll be home tomorrow. I will accompany you to check your legs, I will also make a report on the results of my visit these few days. I've arranged it neatly. I'll also-“

“I miss you, Maureen.” Suddenly one stupid sentence was uttered byan.

Maureen was speechless, she could only close her eyes while enduring the subtle sighs that suddenly made her heart beat fast. He held his breath for a while but why did it even feel stifling.

Feeling unresponsive by Maureen, Byan chose to approach the woman. Trickering and standing behind Maureen in front of the sink. Both of his sturdy hands wrapped around Maureen's body and placed his hands on Maureen's hands and together squeezed the washcloth Maureen had used to compress Byan's legs.

“Did you ever think of me just once, while you were here?” byan's voice was heard whispering in Maureen's ear. Warm and thrilling until Maureen's heart flutters erratically. The feathers bristled.

“I really want to know the answer. I wonder if I'm the only one who's almost crazy about missing you?”

Byan looked at Maureen's face in the reflection of the glass with a feeling. The beautiful woman kept her head down and closed her eyes like she was avoiding Byan's gaze and holding back her feelings at the same time.

“Look at me Maureen, I was so tormented holding my feelings all this time, can you help me just a little?” continued Byan with a soft voice but full of assertiveness. He had no doubt about his feelings and he did not want to hide them from Maureen anymore.

Again, Maureen held her breath as she felt the tip of Byan's nose touch her shoulder and exhale there. The man showed clearly what he felt like to make Maureen's hands clenched tightly to hold his feelings.

“Don't be stupid Byan, you certainly know who I am and what our relationship is like.” As powerful as Maureen let out her voice so as not to waver.

“ Stepmother and stepson, right? I remember that." Byan lifted his face and looked into the eyes of Maureen who was beginning to dare to look at his shadow.

“If you remember, why do you still ask?” immediately Maureen turned her face away from the overly fixed gaze of Byan.

Byan smiled a little once then got wider and finally chuckled.

“What's funny?” Maureen is upset with Byan's behavior, which is like laughing at his unreasonable feelings.

“Nothing, nothing funny at all.” The laughter stopped. Maureen looked back at Byan full of probing and her forehead shriveled. He thought, was this guy just teasing her?

“I'm just happy, because it looks like you feel the same way. Is that why you remind me of our relationship? How, is my guess right?” terka Byan with full confidence.

There was no answer from Maureen's mouth other than her round eyes, shocked to hear Byan's precise words and her attempt to swallow her saliva violently. Why did Byan's gaze this time make him speechless and unable to even turn his face away.

Even though Byan brought his face closer, he, he remained silent and stared back at the dense netra that was like locking his eyes and closing everything he saw and thought about other than just the figure of Byan that made his body warm up by itself.

maureen flipped her body towards Byan and at the same time Byan propped his hand on the edge of the wasfatel making his distance with Maureen closer. Maureen could not move even though her distance with Byan was too close.

“Don't be afraid of Maureen, it's not you alone who feels this unease. Why don't we just end this unease and admit everything?” whispered Byan from a very close distance. Maureen could even feel the breath of Byan blowing warmly on her face as well as the expression of such deep taste from both Byan eyes.

Byan's face grew closer and Maureen simply fell silent in place. Like he realized that he could no longer avoid let alone run to deny his feelings.

Including the moment he suddenly felt the soft touch of Byan's lips on his lips and gave him millions of electrical impulses that make his hair wailing unbearably also his heart that pounded somehow with the rhythm of the speed of how many times per secs.

Buan kissed her, kissed her aunt feelingly. And Maureen just fell silent with an empty mind. Several times Byan gave a soft kiss until then the man cupped both sides of his face with his warm hands and then slowly smeared his lips more intensely.

Stupidly, Maureen replied to him. He kissed Byan's lips back to gasp between the passion that arises with fear that he tried to acknowledge his presence in front of Byan.

Over the course of a few minutes they clenched each other, inhaling oxygen several times and then continuing what Byan had started.

Until then Byan felt a liquid dripping from the corner of Maureen's eyes and also wet his face.

Byan ended the pagutan. He looked at Maureen with anxiety.

“Do I make a mistake?” asked Byan with his worried face.

Maureen did not answer but just bowed lethargic while shedding the next tear.

“Hey, Maureen. Say anything? Did I hurt you?” Byan is panicking. He tried to hold Maureen's head up to be able to look at the face of the woman he loved but the woman even sobbed louder.

“Hey, come. Don't make me not karen.”

Byan took Maureen into his arms. But with the rest of his strength Maureen pushed Byan's body away. His crying really sounded and he could not stand it. He walked back a few steps away from Byan and left the man who made him feel guilty.

“Akh, shit!” snorting Byan in annoyance. He rubbed his coarse hair and rubbed his stiff face.

It felt like he knew the reason Maureen was crying and left him. Of course because there is a strap between them that will be difficult to remove and break.

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