
Airin opened the door of the dark brown house to then himself went inside. Sighing his breath he sat down on a chair made of rattan. Airin had no idea what was upsetting him at the moment. Then he grabbed the phone in his bag. One message came in.
Adi Pak
Don't be late tomorrow! We have to survey the construction site in Bogor!
Along with her two shoulders descending, the middle-aged woman with a scarf coiled along her neck approached Airin. A glass of tea was in his hand.
“New home?" asked the middle-aged woman while keeping a glass on the table. In front of Airin. Then Mom sat down in an empty chair right next to the chair that Airin was sitting in.
Airin nodded in a smile that slipped from her lip line.
“Mommy hasn't slept?" The girl asked. Bend his body to grab a glass and then sip the warm tea that his mother had fed him.
“Not yet,” answered. Even a gentle swab I gave on Airin's shoulder.
The girl smiled again. “Mother has eaten?”
“Udah.”
For a second that went, frowned Airin's forehead while looking at Mom. “Loh, Mom cook?”
Mom just nodded her head.
“Ck. Mom, I told you.” The wrinkled hand was grabbed by Airin to grasp. “Mother don't be tired! I just need to rest. Let me do all the housework later. Yes!”
“Bosen's mother, dear, if you have to hold bed in mattress.”
“If you are bored, you can move. Sit in a chair. Hem.” Airin always tried to give a smile to his mother. I wish that girl would give me more happiness. But he can't yet. Airin is not capable.
Especially with the current condition of my mother. Not only happiness, but Airin always wants to give the best for Mom.
The more tightly gripped Airin Mother's hand with both eyes that have been red. Heats. Glazed. Ready, the liquid escapes from there. So too with Mom.
Swabbed Mother cheek Airin with her fingers. “Sorry. I always tidied you up, Rin,” she said who couldn't hold back the pace of tears to pass through Mom's cheeks.
Airin's head shook. Touching the wrinkled hands of Mother who was still cupping one side of her face. “Mother don't talk about it. This is Airin bahamin Ibu.” Waterin back of Mom's hand. Longtime. “Airin just wants Mom to always be healthy,” she said. Tight chest. He wants to scream. Only once. Even so, he cannot. Don't want to show Mom if she's really weak. Weary.
Mother kept her hands away from Airin's face while changing her sitting position to upright. Facing forward with an empty view. Shoot at the past. “If only your Father ...,” suddenly Mother's voice choked. Her tears can no longer stand. Throw just like river past the cheek. “Don't lie to Mom." Face turned. Staring at Airin who was also holding back the sound of his sobbing so as not to come out. So that I don't hear what Airin is really feeling. Destruction and hatred became the only ones dominating the girl's current feelings.
“Maybe you won't live as you are today, dear.” Mom breathed her breath slowly. “Mother is selfish, Rin. If only at that time I did not insist on bringing you to life with Mom, maybe now you—“
“Bu—“
“Your father is right. I will not be able to raise you. Give you the happiness you should have. I can't give you all that. I can only give you trouble, Rin.”
“No, Bu—“ that head shook his head.
“For that, Rin—" Mother took a breath and looked into her eyes with a final look. Earnest. “You must meet your Father! I'm sure, if it wasn't just Dad who wanted you. But also you. I'm sure you miss Dad, right?”
“Sorry Mom who likes to forbid you to meet Dad.” Mom's back sobbing.
“Mother ..” Then Airin can't if it doesn't hold that vibrating body. To then wrap both hands around Mother's body. Airin tops Mom's head. Longtime. Funneling all the affection and strength to Mom of course. Although honest, he also needed someone to strengthen him.
Mas Gery's.
For some reason in his heart Airin muttered that name.
Ah, he was reminded again by Gery's changed attitude. From the cold it is increasingly like ice blocks stored in the freezer. Freeze.
No, Airin!
Don't have any feelings for him. He was so good to help you. Solve your problems!
**
On the other side.
Ghea's arm was pulled by Gery when he reached the 21st floor of the Rafles hotel. In a deserted hallway. Her quick steps made Ghea unable to balance her and then the pregnant woman was forced to follow her quickly. Ah not that. It means Ghea who walks like she's being evicted. Quick and he seemed to not care about the condition of Ghea who was two-bodied. Fortunately, the shoes that Ghea was wearing were so thin. It was unimaginable if the soles of his feet were wrapped in high heels that for sure it would make the little fingers of his feet feel pain. It could even be flushed. Scuffed.
“Mas!” I don't know how many times Ghea called out from the elevator. But not heard. Gery suddenly became a deaf man.
Pressed Gery her lips line was strong. The boy's jaw formed a line. Grey eyeballs that are always shady are now gone. There aren't. Now the eyeballs are cold. The flames of anger were ready for Gery to spurt out from his eyes.
“Aduh, duh ..” Ghea grimaces. “Mas, the road is slow! Don't pull me on! My stomach hurts.”
The guy stopped his steps. Taking a deep breath before he exhaled roughly Gery turned around. Staring at the biting Ghea in her lower lip. Released Gery Ghea's hand for then the guy scooped up the face violently.
The guy was silent. Not saying a word through his mouth. Just stared at Ghea with a pushy look.
Diotens Ghea his eyes. Pantingly. And then he asked. “Where do you want to take me, anyway, Mas? Didn't you say you were going home?” With his lazy voice.
Gery rolled his eyeballs. Ghea did not realize that she was still in the hotel building. 21 Floor? Of course the guy can't take her home yet. Out of the building before Gery taught this woman a lesson.
“Oh siHT!” Bump the guy again as his eyes drop. Looking at Ghea's waist then the memory of that waist being embraced by another man's hands made her blood boil again. For a moment he closed those eyes. Close-fitting. And tried to quell all his jealousy and anger in the hallway of the 21st floor hotel building.
“You want to go with me or stay here?” gery meant that if Ghea would not go with him, he would leave Ghea in that lonely passageway.
“Why don't we just go home?” the woman asked half scared.
The vow. At the moment Gery is not showing his friendly attitude. Romantic attitude. Warm attitude. The attitude that Gery always gave Ghea usually.
Gery pressed her lip line and then folded it inward. Not talking anymore. Instead the guy pulled back Ghea's hand. However, this time it was not as rude as before. He grabbed Ghea's waist and grabbed her. Walk side by side.
Ghea was a little calm. Though honest in heart, deep down Ghea still felt fear.
In a sense not fearing this husband. But, afraid of what Gery will do to him. Ghea nervous.
Ghea frowned as the two stood in front of the door of the room at the end of the hall. “Mas, why?” The lips are shrinking. Ghea asked. And Gery did not answer. The guy was busy opening the lock door using the ID card that Gery had previously gotten from the receptionist when he booked a room.
The brown door was opened by Gery. Only half the door was open. And Ghea? The woman asked Gery through the look in her eyes. For then Gery told Ghea to come in with a gesture of his face. It was as if the guy also understood the meaning of the shady gaze of Gheanya.
Gery's woman according. His heart pounded to feel the dim atmosphere of the hotel room, and the fragrance of the therapeutic scent instantly entered the sense of smell as the foot of Ghea's level stepped up, further inside.
Bite Ghea under her lips. He thought. What punishment would Ghea get from a jealous husband. Possessively. And people often say that arrogant?
The fun?
Pleasure?
Or …
The tribulation?
Or also …
All three?
Oh God! Ghea's heart felt strongly spanked by a horse whip. It's thumping. Again. And this time the debaran was um. Increasingly craze. Cannot be controlled in any way. After the breath that Ghea exhaled made himself goosebumps all over the nape of the neck. Then it goes down at the base of the lengal. And
getting down, driving the girl's adrenaline.
So too with Ghea's stomach churning. His ankle turned into jelly. Can't move. He needs something to hold onto. For that Ghea chose the cluth that was still on hand for her to remat. For he gripped. Stronger and stronger, as Ghea felt both of one's big hands twisting along her waist.
Ghea's back stiffened.
Seizy Note:
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