Wrong Room (My Sister-in-law, My Wife )
Chapter 7. The Sweet Treatments of Alan Jackson.

This morning outside the clear weather. The little birds chirped merrily. Vehicles began to pass around the street of the luxury housing complex. Yeah, Alan's still at Cole's house.

In the room that was supposed to be for the guest, a couple had just finished bathing. Lilian took out the clothes she was going to wear after the bath.

"You're not going, are you?" alan asked as he looked expectantly at Lilian. His wife is now drying her hair using a small towel. Deftly he pulled Lilian to sit in front of the dressing table. Then, he took the small towel to gently rub Lilian's wet hair.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Let me go" Lilian refused, trying to get the towel back. But, Alan shook his head in rejection. Lilian resigned, he let Alan do his wish. She was happy to be treated that way by her husband.

" Your hair is fine, I love the smell too, too" whispered Alan gently as he occasionally kissed a glimpse of his wife's cheek.

Then, Alan pulled out a hair dryer from inside the dresser drawer. The handsome man with the stern jaw without the feather, continued his action. He dried Lilian's hair. Then slightly roll at each end of the hair. Her style is like a real hairdresser. How Lilian did not blush.

When, Alan her husband, treated her so sweetly. In fact, Lilian smiled broadly at the sight of her stunning hairstyle.

"It's so pretty, how did you get-"

The cup!

"It's not because of me, but you're the one who's beautiful, Lilian. And, I'm so lucky to have you. I can let go of everything in this world. Whatever it is. But not with you, Li. Please, never think of leaving me again," Alan asked expectantly, staring fixedly at Lilian in the mirror before him.

Oh God. How I did not melt. His attitude is very sweet and gentle. Maybe I should give him this chance.

Lilian twisted her body, and now she was with Alan facing off. "alright. I, can only hope Angel isn't pregnant. So you can divorce her sooner. I, just want to be the only one in your heart and your life, Al," Lilian replied, staring into Alan's dense eyeballs.

Alan brought his face closer. Both of his palms rested on the handle of the chair. He turned to look inside at Lilian's bluish iris. Then he said in a soft voice. "I made sure of that. You're the only owner of my heart, Li," said Alan, with a movement that further eroded the distance between them.

Meanwhile downstairs.

"August, Om, Aunt." As usual, Angelina would greet both her uncle and aunt. However, there are no more smiles or friendly words from both. If it's about, the cannon don't ask again. The woman had not liked Angelina's presence in this house for a long time. However, the uncle will usually answer his greeting with a warm smile and attention for the sake of attention. Angelina still has family.

The man who was now sitting before him, only glanced at him once and then refocused on his food. Angelina gulped her saliva rough then she took the plate and turned it over. There was no sound offering her breakfast like the morning before the incident. Usually, the uncle would pour fried rice or give him some wheat bread.

Forgive Angel, uncle. I shouldn't have done anything that would make your heart hurt and disappointed. But, really .. All this is outside my power.

Angelina, trying to strengthen her heart. Don't let him cry again and ruin this family's breakfast.

Half dead, Angel finished his breakfast. Fortunately, Alan and Lilian had not yet come down. Or, he no longer knows what kind of attitude to put on.

They did not talk to each other or pick up the events that had shocked the two camps of the besan family. Angel finished breakfast. This young lady swallowed the last piece of bread with great difficulty. His chest was full and crowded.

"Angel departs, Uncle, Aunt." Angel asked permission to stand. Usually he will get a kiss on the forehead from the uncle. But now, let alone the kiss. Not even a smile did he get.

Angel turned around and forced her legs to turn around. Restraining the power tribe so that her tears would not spill at this moment.

But his chest that was full now seemed to receive a strong blow. Instantly his footsteps stopped. When both eyes caught the steps of a husband and wife who looked happy. They even hold each other tight.

"Sister, Lili." Angel muttered a little when she saw her cousin's sister go down by hand with the man who was also her husband.

Both of them had been wearing formal suits to the office. See the cousin's sister, under the stairs. Lilian hurriedly removed Alan's hand grip from her fingers.

Why did you take it off, brother? He is your halal partner. He's your own husband. I don't care what you've been doing all night. My head was already very dizzy thinking about all the possibilities.

Alan had expected that sooner or later they would meet often.

...Seriate...