Husband For Keara
Staking out

Keara felt something heavy hit her stomach. A thin gust of wind also hit his nape. It mende*sah wiry and wriggling. Trying to keep away the burden that was on the stomach made his consciousness gradually recover.

Keara rubbed her eyes. Confirming feelings. Recapture his memory. Apparently, the husband is currently hugging his body tightly from behind. It was appropriate to sleep quite soundly even though the pillow he had previously embraced was now released unconsciously.

Keara turned her body to face Harris who was soundly lulled in a dream. She traced her husband's handsome face with her fingertips. It was Harris' sturdy jaw that made her want to kiss her husband so much.

"Well hug? Just now the anger of kebangetan until like a person possessed.." muttered Keara lirih. Just saying it just like that already made her lips tremble holding back the crying that would break again.

"If you are angry, you know not..? He said no horror. Explained well also mas cuek aja.. I'd like to go, Hihh!!" Keara pinched her lips. Her hands were clenched and thrust into the air like she was about to hit her husband's head. But of course he didn't really hit. Because the palm of his hand ended up on the cheek of the husband and stroked him gently.

Keara continued to grumble even though Harris was still perfectly closed. He glanced at the digital clock above the nightstand. At 02.07. And his stomach feels very hungry. He remembered last night holding back his hunger for being completely reluctant to eat. His appetite evaporated into the weary air. But now his hunger was unbearable.

Keara got up from the bed. Looking for clothes to cover his body. Go to the bathroom for a while to pee. He then went out of the room to fill his stomach.

Hearing the sound of the door opening for a while and then closing again, made Harris pull both corners of her lips together into a smile. Yeah, Harris woke up. When his face was gently caressed by his wife. He heard all of Keara's nagging clearly and his smile grew even more.

Harris followed his wife down. With a step settles like a burglar entering the house for fear of the clattering of his steps heard by Keara. He found his wife in the kitchen.

Harris felt guilty. Yesterday while still in the hotel his wife had complained of her hungry stomach and asked to buy a meal at her favorite iga restaurant. But since the angry Harris was not clear, the plan evaporated. Now, at midnight like this, Keara was willing to go down to the kitchen and cook food. It must be because I'm so hungry.

Harris stared at his wife's cool-looking back in front of the stove. Bik Santi was also there, forcing Keara to take the job to be done by him alone. Seen that old woman occasionally yawns but still faithfully accompany Keara.

"Already, Bik Santi just sit there. Sleeping is okay, too.." Keara flicked her hands to drive Bik Santi to comply to sit on the chair in the middle of the kitchen.

Harris chuckled silently. The girl was still afraid of ghosts. Until he had to wake up, make Santi just to accompany him to cook. 'There are ghosts in this house.. There's just.' Inner Harris.

Bik Santi twisted his body. Seems like he was about to sit on the chair at Keara's command. But the net first met with Harris, his master. And Harris gestured by hand for her trusted housekeeper to come out of the kitchen and return to rest.

Bik Santi nodded and speechlessly returned straight to his room. Leaving Keara to cook for herself, even her hostess did not know she was left alone.

...Uh not alone ding.. There are others who lurk secretly because of the prestige of abis marahan.....

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