The Temptation of the Desire of the Stepchild
CHAPTER 7: UNCOMFORTABLE WITH YOUR ATTITUDE

Rama looked at the figure in front of him. This house was previously quiet because there was no existence of the mother. Now thanks to Nita, this house is so alive. Indeed, the truth is he does not need to be hostile to Nita, because Nita is not the cause of the household mamah and the papah becomes cracked. However, papa's marriage, has been embarrassing.

"When did you start this hobby?" Rama took a rose between the leaves and a rose strewn on a white marble table. The woman's hair was clamped upwards until it appeared clear, a tempting neck niche and ranum to be wiped.

"Rama?" Nita repeatedly rebuked Rama, but the man did not answer. "Your phone sounds .... "

"Oh." Rama smiles shyly, then grabs a cell phone next to the table and appears to be his girlfriend calling. So, Rama immediately turned off the phone. He again threw the thorn out of the rose stalk.

"Have you heard my story?"

"What story?" Rama frowned, the feeling he heard nothing. Her eyes twitched as the long hair fell down as Nita took off the clasps while sighing heavily. A sudden desire grew within Rama and asked what this woman would look like, why she looked so radiant from within.

" .... " Rama circled his gaze around to take a deep breath. Her eyes twitched and found Nita's charming smile and instantly made her heart flutter. "What did you tell me?"

"So, at first this was the hobby of mama. Since the death of my mother .. "Nita's sentence stopped. He held his breath for a moment in the beautiful face of the mother.

"Mommy?" Rama was not wrong, he saw the golden eyes were so hurt. She should have hated Nita. The look suddenly shattered his hatred. But he cannot just believe. Who knows, Nita is just acting.

"Since my mother's death, I've taken care of my mother's special room to 'get alone'. The room contains all about flowers. I began to group the types of flowers into cardboard boxes, but.

'Just looking at the flowers, I became happy. Just looking at the flowers, I know how beautiful the world and its entirety is.' " Nita's shoulder immediately slumped, until Rama held it.

Nita holds the head. "I'm fine." He brushed off Rama's hand, but his heart felt hollow, as if an old wound had reopened.

"It's not like that. "Nita carefully showed Rama. "You should treat him carefully. He's a living creature like us, this is important.

We can produce beautiful, lifelike work when we know how to treat it. According to my mother, each flower stalk has their own voice. "

Nita widened her eyes. Then laugh lightly when Rama brought the Java type rose closer and stick it in Rama's own ear. "Rame?"

"Hush! I'm trying to hear the sound of these roses." Rama's eyes narrowed as he managed to comfort Nita. He still didn't know why he wanted to make Nita laugh. The way it works and Nita's laughter actually makes her heart warm.

When you are already busy arranging flowers in clear candles. Rama was surprised because the papah had been standing in the doorway from when he looked here until he took his hand off from the back of his stepmother's hand. Rama turned to Nita and realized that their faces were very close to the distance.

"Why?" Nita caught Rama's pale face for sure. "You have to pour a candle, a cold hunt."

Rama tried to calm his heart, like he was caught by the sharp gaze of the father. He rewinded his head regularly and glanced at the papah who was quietly stepping up, gesturing for Rama to remain silent.

Rama freezes when Nita is unaware of the arrival of Papah. His chest trembled watching what was unfolding in front of him. Nita's eyelids were cupped by papah's big hands and Papa smiled loosely, making Rama something stuck in his chest.

Nita touched the hand that made her vision dark, and recognized the familiar ring. "Mass? you're that, right?"

Nita's voice that turned very soft made Rama stunned even more when he saw Nita's light laughter. Rama's chest seemed uncomfortable and he just laughed crisply.