I thought You were Love
Keenan Stitch Ideas

“Destroy this one, beware it's enemy, nahh keep .. ahhh lose. Try again Mr. Keenan, later after this we mabar,” said Nana when teaching Keenan to play online games that are again viral.

Keenan clucked, “It looks like this is not my passion.”

“Halahh, people only for entertainment do not need to use passion all.” Nana and Keenan were already inside their room, precisely on the bed. Confused about what to do because the two are not sleepy yet, Nana proposes a silly idea to play games until morning.

After changing his pajamas, both of them were already late in the game. Keenan who initially disliked the idea of Nana even dissolved into the game after being able to master and understand the game techniques they played.

“Start again this, Mr. Keenan be careful not to lose again.”

“Hm.”

“First blood.”

“Awas, behind,” says Nana.

“You have slain an enemy.”

“An enemy has been slain.”

“Double kill.”

“Good, come-ayo. Beware Mr. Keenan.”

“Enemy killing spree!”

A few minutes later. “Defeat.”

“Yahh, lose again.” Keenan just scratched his head and saved his phone, “Already, I sleepy.”

“One more time yes.” Keenan is lying down. “Come Mr. Keenan,” invite Nana.

Keenan shook his head and closed his eyes. “I can read stock movements, but can not move enemies in the game.”

“Create entertainment doang, ngapain must also have strange advantages.”

Keenan patted the pillow next to him, then turned off the main light and replaced it with a sleeping light. “Sleep or I sleep.”

“Ihh, Mr. Keenan mah.”

“Pak Keenan, Mr. Keenan.”

Nana broke down, then kept her phone and lay down. Both looked at the ceiling. “Pak Keenan, if later I get bored then come to the hotel or go to the mall, can you?”

“Hm.” Keenan closed his eyes.

“Jalan samar my friends?”

“Hm.”

“Shoping is so, if necessary, occasional shopping for expensive items.” Nana giggles amusedly imagining her spending Kenan's money shopping for branded goods. “Let's just relax sir, I won't. Can be hired Mommy if I shop for items that are not needed.”

“Pak Keenan,” call Nana and no sound. Nana turned her head, “Yeah, have already slept.”

...***...

In the morning Kyra is ready to go to the gallery. Decided to keep busy so that it could be easier to forget the events that really made his life destroyed.

“Loh, Kyra where to go, breakfast is not ripe.”

After parking neatly, Kyra entered her gallery. The janitor stared strangely at his lead because it was unusual to arrive early. Kyra placed the bag on her room table and headed for the workshop. This workshop has several, depending on the type of activities carried out. Kyra entered the painting workshop, wearing a painted apron so that no paint would dirty her clothes. After tipping her hair, Kyra started to brush her brush and focus on the canvas before her.

I don't know how long he's been in the workshop, it looks like Kyra's employees have done their respective jobs. Kyra managed to finish her painting. He also looked at his work. Pouring his emotions and burden into a painting is like a cure for Kyra.

“Kak Kyra,” call someone who is already standing in the middle of the door.

“Hm.” Kyra put down her painting and turned her head. “Why?”

“There are guests, it looks like the one yesterday offered cooperation.”

“I wash my hands first.”

Kyra's colleague pointed at Kyra's face that was dirty with paint. Kyra washes her face to remove the paint stain, for some reason she recalls her life's problems. “If my life stains can be easily removed like paint stains, maybe I am not too worried.”

Kyra heads to the exhibition hall in her gallery, as the guest in question instead looks at the products from the gallery and are displayed there.

The meeting between Kyra and her co-workers was quite long even until lunch time. If only the guests had no other promises they would have continued over lunch.

“Nona Kyra, lunch is already in the room,” said one OB.

“Thank you Mas.”

Kyra read again the propose of the offer from the client earlier. “Surabaya,” says Kyra. “What I accept is yes, anyway there is Om Reka and Aunt Nara. I think about it later,’ he said again.

...***...

Nana has been living with Keenan for a week at Elang Sanjaya's residence. “Abang,” call Nana because Keenan hugs her making it hard for Nana to breathe. Moreover, Keenan's legs above Nana's thigh felt very heavy and locked the movement. Nana called Keenan as Abang because her husband constantly protested to be called Father.

“Bang Keenan, shejarrrr,” whine Nana.

“What the hell Na. Five minutes left.”

“Iya but lift her leg.” Nana moved her legs to get Keenan's body shifted.

Keenan clucked, “I'm up, Na.”

“Wake up what times, people still brushes gini.”

“You do not move continuously, this is what has been built even thrashed. You want responsibility.”

“Neither understand me.”

Keenan opened his eyes with excitement. “Yes, you have learned, slowly. Start from introductions, then touch and ...”

“We say what the hell is Bang?”

“Bon speaking of my visit to your body.” Keenan had already let go of his embrace and then got up. He yawned and chose to lower his legs to the floor, make light movements on his body and go to the bathroom.

Keenan had already finished his bath and was currently on the walk in closet. There was already Nana there who provided the suit that Keenan would wear. It was understood because Keenan explained what to prepare and how to choose the suit and fittings according to Keenan style.

Although it is getting closer, Keenan and Nana have not yet performed the rites of her husband. Agree will do it when both are really ready. Keenan himself is ready to be born and inner, also began to have a sense of Nana even his attitude has begun to be possessive but Nana is still not ready.

Seeing her husband wearing only a towel and exposing his upper body. Nana again indicated if Keenan is a dream man.

Keenan, who had noticed Nana since earlier, looked at her, smiling smirk. I don't know why there's an idea to prank his innocent wife. 

\=\=\=\= hi gaesss, further normal update yes 🥰