
Byan put the objects given by his mother into the closet. Although he did not know what the clothes were for, but if his mother told Byan to keep the clothes, then Byan would keep them. After closing the closet door, Byan walked out of the walk in closed. He moved his feet towards the door of the room that was so big. Faintly Byan heard the sound of rain water. Actually, this is not a stub because Byan heard the sound of rain water was very heavy.
The girl opened the left and right sides of the curtain that closed the glass door. Tonight the rain is so peaceful. There was no lightning or lightning. Only rain ruled the beauty of the night. Byan touched the water that flowed on the glass, the tiny hand was like wanting to touch the water circle directly but could not. Byan wanted to open the big glass door, but someone's hand stopped the movement of his hand.
"Why what?" brian shut the door and locked it. He looked at Byan with a worried look. Brian realized, all this time he had hurt this girl a lot, but Byan couldn't possibly do anything stupid right?
Byan smiled, he raised his hand rubbing Brian's face gently. The touched Brian closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle strokes of his little wife's hand. They were both swept away in their own minds. Byan tiptoed and then kissed Brian's lips at a glance. Yes at a glance, Byan pulled back, he wanted to pull his hand but Brian held back the tiny hand. He pulled at Byan's slender waist then began to peppered at Byan's soft lips. Very gentle and cautious. There is no coercion and no burning passion, as lovebirds express their feelings through the kiss they do. Byan enjoyed this very much. But for some reason, her tears just flowed. Brian who felt the warm water spheres on his face instantly opened his eyes and released their link.
"Why? Did I hurt you again?" brian asked him to cupper his wife's little face.
Byan shook his head but he could not stop the tears from flowing, "Om, if Byan gives what Om wants, can't Om let Aunt Sisil go?"
The question from Byan makes Brian silent. He did not reply, Brian just pulled the tiny body and hugged it tightly. Somehow Brian felt that it was not time for him to release Sisil. Although he had never had sex with the woman, Brian sometimes still needed it.
Byan smiled bitterly in the arms of her husband. Sick? Of course, who does not get sick if he sees a husband and people he loves very much instead in a relationship with others and they also like to do skinship. Who wouldn't cry knowing such a fact. Only a man without a heart cannot feel it.
Brian led Byan to sit on the edge of the bed. He took the warm milk on the nightstand and gave it to Byan. The man crouched down while watching Byan who was drinking his milk. His hand stretched out to rub the milk stain on the lips of the wife and then licked it.
"Sleep, don't think of anything unimportant, just focus on your school!" Brian rubbed Byan's head gently and petrified the girl lying down and covered her. Byan closed his eyes. While Brian, the man went to the table in the corner of the room and turned on the table lamp. Brian started working on some unfinished work.
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"Why are they, Mom?" Ask Brian to Anjani who is arranging breakfast on the table.
Anjani and Nugroho smiled. "It's customary that your brothers disturb Byan, they say that Byan is a Foolish Genius. I don't know what they mean Mother also does not understand, as a result Byan was upset and yes there was a chase action."
Brian nodded in response to what Anjani had said.
"Of Brian! Om here, help Byan hold Aldi with Brother Bima. Hurry Om!"
Brian shouted with his crisp voice. Brian according. He approached Bima and Aldi, but the two men even more agile until up and down the sofa and closet.
Anjani and Nugroho laughed at the commotion in their home. This is the kind of atmosphere they always wanted. The crowded house is also a harmonious relationship. Nugroho and Anjani feel very lucky to have Byan as their son-in-law.
"Hopefully Byan will always be cheerful like this huh Mas."
Nugroho. "It's our job to always make her happy dear."
The To Be Continued.
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