THE WIDOW BED NEXT TO MY HOUSE
S2. 08. Brady's Arrival

Ding dong ding dong!

The sound of the doorbell of the house was so loud that it was heard in the silence of the blind morning at Vika's house.

Still half sleepy and wearing a pajama Vika down. Opening the door of the house with both eyes still half closed and hair disheveled.

“By sister Vika,” greet Brady.

Unbelieving Brady's arrival, Vika repeatedly rubbed her eyes, then pinched her arm.

“Auw!” vika shouted in pain because her pinch was so strong.

“Why should pinch yourself?” ask Brady with a smile.

“This Serious Brady?” Vika approaches Brady, holding Brady's face while ruffling Brady's hair.

Brady just keeps quiet, leaving Vika with his prank never to go away.

Satisfied to have ascertained whether it was Brady or not. Vika hugs Brady.

“Brady. My best husband-to-be is kind, calm, and humble!” vika shouted back with her death resounding never lost.

Again and again Brady was silent, his lips smiling seeing Vika look so happy to welcome his arrival.

Hearing the noise from the porch. Clay was just about ready to take a shower, wearing only his color pants, half-wet hair and a small towel over his head, immediately stepped out, seeing what noise was in front of Vika's house.

“Whisper once, anyway!” scolding Clay while rubbing his wet hair with a small towel, and his steps came to a halt at the door.

“For Clay,” greet Brady surprise Clay.

“Loh, loh, loh! W-why can you be here?” clay pointed at Brady.

“Tired of working, so should occasionally relax,” Brady said.

“True too. Brother, it's just work, and work alone,” nod Clay.

I am so happy that Brady is with him. Vika takes over Brady's suitcase, taking him in.

“In the cold outside, let's go in,” take Vika while continuing to step inside, scrapping Brady's suitcase.

Unwilling to trouble Vika, Brady runs to take over her suitcase.

“Let me carry it, sis,” said Brady had clasped back his suitcase.

“Alright, if so put your stuff in your room. Rest inside, and I will make you food,” said Vika gave the order.

Brady nodded, his feet stepping towards the room. But in the middle of the stepping foot came the sound of Clay talking. Brady turned his head, seeing Clay and Vika walking together towards the kitchen.

“Does Clay's sister also have feelings for brother Vika?” murmuring Brady.

Not wanting to keep thinking badly about her sister, Brady hurriedly put her suitcase inside the room, then she came out following Vika and Clay in the kitchen.

As soon as he reached the kitchen, Clay was busy cutting vegetables, and Vika washed the other groceries. Brady hurried to take over Vika's job.

“Let me alone, brother sit there,” pinta Brady after his hands hold vegetable ingredients to wash.

Vika stood up while smiling. “Akh! This is what it feels like to have a husband 2. I can sit back and relax without thinking about what cook today,” hela Vika is happy, sitting herself in the front seat of the cooking table.

“Weuy, who wants to be your husband. I came here out of pity considering you live alone in a Country of people!” tepis Clay fast.

“Iya-ia, I'm kidding too. Actually I already have a lover,” said Vika surprised Brady.

“Seriously, who is that guy?” ask Clay quickly.

Brady himself stopped his activity, then put the vegetables in his wash next to Clay.

“Means Big Brother won't bother us anymore with those deadly fistfights, right?” brady asked, but lips kept smiling.

“My husband is both of you. One more, Ezra, where's the kid? why doesn't he come with you?” ask Vika again joking.

“There is business in the company,” Brady said briefly, his hand cooking vegetables has been cut by Clay.

“Sister Ezra and Brother Brady, they're both the same. Both busy working until they forget the love affairs of the two of them,” ceplos Clay just like that.

“Actually I too,” hela Vika shriveled, her face turned sour.

Seeing Vika looking down miserably, Brady immediately stomped on Clay's feet.

“Aih, sick sister!” clay complained while stroking his leg.

“Can't be polite. Look at what you did,” whispered Brady, his gaze pointing at Vika's submissive face.

“Sorry,” sorry Clay is sorry.

Vika raised her head, her lips smiling as if the pain over Clay's words had disappeared.

“No need to apologize. It's true what Clay said. Anyone who wants to be the same age woman as me,” said Vika confirmed the words Clay.

‘I want. I want to be your life partner,’ Brady said in his heart, his gaze pointing to Vika's sad face.

Tired of constantly lamenting about his life. Vika moved from her seat.

“Looks like I'm going to set the table, and you guys just cook it first,” said Vika for duty.

Clay and Brady nodded.

Vika stepped towards the table, arranging the dishes and glasses there.

30 Minutes later, the food was on the table. Brady, Clay and Vika have been sitting in their respective seats.

“This is your cooking?” asked Vika staring at so many food menus on the table.

“Iya, special for sister Vika,” sahut Brady is called Vika.

I couldn't believe it if I didn't eat alone today. Without feeling the tears of Vika dripping, wet both cheeks.

“Old woman should not cry,” Clay said, her hand held out a tissue.

Vika took out a tissue and wiped her tears.

“Thank you, yes!”

“Then let's eat before the food is cold,” said Brady.

Brady, Vika, and Clay stop their pranks, and resume breakfast.

1 hour later, finish breakfast, and clean up the leftovers. Vika takes Brady and Clay to the beach.

Without a refusal, Brady and Clay comply with Vika's invitation. Once at the beach, Vika asks Brady and Clay for permission to change her clothes in swimsuits, letting them wait by the beach.

Once on the shore, Clay and Brady's eyes are perfectly rounded when they see many visitors wearing bikinis.

“Yeah god, my eyes have been tarnished!” chirps Brady closed both eyes.

“If you know like this happens, I better not agree to the old woman's invitation!” clay closed both of his eyes.

Brady and Clay's attitude became the center of attention of visitors.

“Hai, are you two okay?” ask the lady visitor to wear a yellow bikini.

“Good, we're just waiting,” said Brady was about to open his eyes. Wrongly targeted, the look in his eyes pointed at the two twin mountains without a thick barrier. “Astaghfirullah,” murmured Brady again closed both eyes.

“Why brother?” clay asked, still closing their eyes.

“There is no good view,” Brady whispered.

“Why here many times milk factory scattered,” Clay murmured.

“So please, we'd better find Vika's sister,” Brady. Clay nodded.

Just about to turn around, Brady's hand was held by a woman. To Brady's surprise, he spontaneously opened his eyes. However, he had to back up because the woman next to him was wearing the same clothes as the other visitors.

.

.

Seriate