Husband For Keara
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"Mas sure auntie Martha lives here with us?" asked Keara as soon as the two had entered the room.

"Emmm.. I mean, I don't mind, but..."

"Yes, honey.. I understand. You may feel uncomfortable.."

"That's not it, just....."

Keara had a hard time revealing what was on her mind. She was afraid Harris would misunderstand her thinking she didn't like living with her husband's family members. But I don't know.. Keara also does not know why she feels that there is something stuck with the attitude of aunt Martha. But it was too gray that Keara could not explain the odd feeling to Harris. Moreover, Aunt Martha had done evil to her husband in the past.

"Darling, I understand how you feel." Harris said softly. "I've been investigating aunt Martha. Indeed their house and all their assets were confiscated by the bank. I just feel sorry for Stella. He's still my age..."

"Sorry mas.." lirih Keara muttered.

"Hey.. Why is my wife apologizing..?" Harris kissed Keara's lips briefly. "I know you're just worried about me.."

"I think letting Aunt Martha stay out there would be harder to control. I'm also hard to look after you.. In this house, there are many who can take care of you. And many also control aunt Martha's actions."

Keara nodded slowly. She understood her husband's intentions. Like the term entering the enemy into the palace to control the movement of his opponent.

"Don't think anything, baby.. I promise I'll always protect you, hm?"

Keara nodded again. But this time with a smile and a loving look for her husband. He still felt a thump every time Harris touched and stroked his cheek gently. For two weeks they became husband and wife.

"Mas, can I go home to Mom? I miss my mom and Arman..."

"By dong dear.. Later tonight to my mother's house with me also yes.."

Keara nodded.

"Now we rest. Here I help you take off your shirt.."

"Did? Why take a break wearing clothes off?? Basic pervert.." Keara sighed in annoyance. Her husband was completely out of expectations. His passion is too fiery. It's been two weeks of honeymoon.

"Let's have a good rest, dear..." Harris did not care about his wife's threatening gaze. He stays with a gesture full of gimmicks taking off Keara's sweatshirt and jeans.

Keara chuckles at Harris's mischievous behavior. How could her husband not be tired after traveling six hours in the air..? Keara couldn't stand it if she didn't land a spoiled pinch on her husband's chest.

Despite that, Harris did not flinch. He kept pushing his wife until they both fell on their backs in bed. And the next attack was not dismissed by Keara at all. She enjoyed every touch of Harris. Evidently from the melodious han village that was ejected from his lips and body gurgles that began to be able to compensate for the raining rhythm of Harris's combat tools. The two warmed up Harris's bed for the first time.

"Mas Harris's.. If there is a camera here, it means we.. earlier..kerekam..?" Keara said with a sting. After completing the ritual of spreading the seeds of life, they both lay on their sides while hugging warmly.

"Engga, dear.. All bedrooms and bathrooms have no cameras" Harris replied. "But if you want the scene to be recorded, let's re-create it while turning on my phone's camera.."

"Basic husband of the bengklek.."

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"Assalamualaikum.." cried Keara as soon as his foot stepped on the court of his mother's house. The grip of his hand did not come off the slightest bit from the big hand

The old woman from the inside of the house half ran to meet her daughter. Followed by a tall and tall man. They're Mom and Mas Arman.

The two immediately hugged Keara tightly They missed Keara very much. His favorite chatty girl turned out to make the atmosphere of the house so quiet since he married.

Harris greeted his mother-in-law and brother-in-law. Afterwards they enter the house and Keara with a frenzy tells of his honeymoon experience traveling in three countries. Korea, Hong Kong and China. Not only visiting tourist attractions, Harris also brought Keara to visit his partner's company. For Keara to have a picture of where Harris would go if he was in one of those countries.

Keara also brought a lot of souvenirs for her mother and mas Arman. Starting from clothes, bags, shoes, dry food, eye senses, funny cosmetics.

"Astaghfirullah, K.. It's a lot.." scolded mom as soon as Keara unpacked the contents of the suitcase she was carrying. "You don't get extravagant, son. Although Harris' son has money, but it would be nice if..."

"It's okay, Mom.. K was so frugal that I had to force him to buy something." Haris said.

Keara laughed satisfied.

"Senengnyaa. have a husband so there is a believer now.." seloroh mas Arman.

"Yes dong.. Hehehee...."

Keara and Mother continued their conversation all the way into Keara's old room. While mas Arman and mas Harris chatted casually on the terrace. Mas Arman smoked and Harris just sat staring at the dark sky and the twinkling stars.

"Riss.. Sorry earlier. But I want to ask you something." said Mas Arman.

"Please, mas..."

"Why did you give my father money?"

Harris looked sharp. He was quite surprised by Mas Arman's question.

"M-mas.. Does Arman know where he's from?" ask her with a stern tone.

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