Uncle I Love You
PILY 7: THE DECISION

Nadia came down from the angkot with ten thousand dollars, to the front window and received the driver who wiped the sweat on the face with a shabby black towel.

Nadia looked at the black fence. Unable to withstand shame and guilt to aunt Milan. He intended to squeeze the Bell on the white wall, when the sound of iron wheels clucked.

The gate opened and the Mercedes Benz black sedan stopped, with the sound of the brakes squeaking.

“Nadia ... “ Guskov pushed the car lever to position N, and suspected Nadia would go home and the man directly got out of the car.

Nadia tried to stay calm. Until then Guskov looked at him expressionlessly.

 Guskov swung his head to the left at security. “Nadia, you're going home, right?”

“Can we talk inside?” Nadia is serious. The man wiped the sweat on his forehead either due to the scorching or nervous day temperature, staring at the girl's hair in front of him that was swept by the wind until it slightly waved towards his chest.

It had been five minutes Guskov sat in the living room waiting for Nadia to speak, it seemed that the woman was very calm and seemed to have decided something, definitely going back to this house.

“Uncle, Nadia would like to apologize.” Nadia with a flat face, remembered father's nagging.

“Nadia relax.” Guskov was ready to wait for Nadia to say she wanted to come back here, and she would answer ‘this is also your home’ thought Guskov ignored the discomfort with the name Uncle.

“Nadia is really sorry for ‘all’ “ Nadia feels guilty on aunt.

“I told you, just relax. Let me help you get your bags.”

“ ... “ Nadia tries to digest Guskov's sentence. “Tas?”

“You'll be back here, right?”

Nadia shook her head quickly. “I came here only to apologize for leaving without asking for approval from Uncle and Aunt.” 

Guskov frowned and twisted his lips, staring at the two hands of camilla squeezing in his lap. “You'll be back here right?!”

“I have snuck and will remain there.” Nadia stared softly, waiting for Guskov's answer, who now had a very cold face.

They looked in the other direction.  Nadia rolled her eyeballs and toes knocked on the marble floor. Guskov tapped a finger on the thigh, it's not what he thought.

"Sometimes people are so eager to be with someone that they will accept any terms." Nadia opened her voice, "but then they became their own, and thought, this is important to themselves. I have such feelings and urges.

It's a hard thing to talk about honestly, but it's harder not to talk about it, and I decided to assume our relationship never existed," nadia said with a trembling heart and felt Guskov's sharp gaze dim.

"Is that you, Nadia? for us to go forward?" Guskov couldn't believe it was all collapsing in an instant. It is as bitter as eating mahogany. The pain reaches the heart.

“Yes, I want it that way. Um, does Uncle want tea?” Nadia bowed as she blinked quickly, condemning the stupidity-wear show offers a drink.The lips were disappointed because they could not face the awkward situation.

“Bby.” Guskov stared at Nadia's departure, but he had not finished answering. Even that tote bag Nadia brought to the kitchen?

Nadia lit the stove with a pot containing a third of water, she continued to brush off the strange feeling from within. Until the water boiled, the woman, unaware of Guskov's arrival, looked at the bubbles, which, like her mind, were overflowing with guilt for her aunt.

“After a time there will be a dispenser.”

Nadia was surprised and turned to find Guskov folding his hands in his chest. “Pake stove more steady, right.”

“But it's boiling. Do you want to dry the contents of the pot?” Guskov laughed, feeling funny with Nadia's confused expression turning off the stove, the tiny hand holding the cup raised to the top of the pot, but then put it again on the pantry table and silent for a moment holding a forehead. Then it now flipped its steps, brought the pot to the glass, but void poured and put the pot into the stove again, instantly turning around.

“What?” Guskov smiled slantingly at the woman who was now in front of him, did the woman want a hug or a romance scene?

“Teeh.”

Guskov glanced back at the direction Nadia pointed at. “Take it yourself, Nad, you have a hand, right?” Guskov remained in position and did not want to lose. Waiting for what the woman who now had her lips pursed and hesitated, then stood at the side exactly.

Guskov held the strengthening heartbeat and faced Kamila with his arms still folded,

The woman's body was so tense, it was clearly on her trembling eyelids. Guskov kept looking at the dimly-red white cheeks as his hands reached out to the teeh jar, and groped, coincidentally piling up in Nadia's hand that had touched the hanging cabinet.

Guskov found Nadia turning her head with a reddened face and turning bent, the man looked affectionately, until then the disgusting Nadia rested with her left hand on the pantry table for higher, more lofty, eyes, getting rid of Guskov's hand, the jar was pushed inward and Guskov laughed with gusto.

Nadia just glanced at Guskov. Then go grab his bag on the wooden table.

Guskov stopped laughing and blocked the road. “I want coffee.”

“Can you wait in front?” Nadia received the jar, endured patiently, and walked to the stove.

“Ehm ... Nadja .... “ Guskove said again, already back standing in the middle of the glass door.

“Yes? “ Nadia turned her head but the man was already moaning again. "what the hell? It's not clear."

"You can, Nadia," he murmured

Strengthen yourself to build up the spirit. "Originally my uncle and aunt were happy. God still protects me.” Nadia stirred up coffee.

“Not what Nadia received. L loved her. It'sit's okay. Everything's gonna be fine. One day everything will return to normal. Don't fight yourself-stress, Nadia."

Guskov peeked out from behind the wall, pounding with the monologue of his ex-girlfriend.

I don't know why things got messed up like this. He will also learn to re-arrange his already messy heart between being confused with a feeling more inclined towards Nadia than Milan. He promised to be loyal to Milan.

“But I'm happy when I'm with you. I never felt like I was with anyone else, like you were half of me. And I will support your decision,” murmured Guskov as he stared at the chandelier. Guskov believes it's the best decision than facing Nadia's hatred continuously.

Guskov and Nadia were sitting far apart while drinking coffee. Those who were at first awkward but winked a smile of sincerity from them to each other, slowly warmed the hearts. And smile meaningfully with appreciative eyes.

“You are here.” Mila who just entered the family room, immediately beamed. “Ah, looks like something is good. Wait, yes!”  Milan climbed to the top of the second floor, changed clothes, and sprinkled a relaxing perfume on his negligee and returned to the two people who were silent watching TV.

Milan sat on her husband's left, and stroking Guskov's chest, believing her husband to be tense. The gaze of Nadia and Guskov met each other, and at the third second Nadi looked at the TV on his left with a slight curve.

Nadia breathed out softly as did Guskov who broke out in cold sweat as his hands were in the hands of his wife's warm hands. Guskob tightened his grip on Milan's lap by glancing at Nadia.

“Cabin, Nadia," call Milan.

“What?” Nadia turned to the right on her aunt who moved her hand to come. “I've Pewe, Aunt Mila.” Nadia was stunned as Guskov narrowed his eyes looking shocked.

“Quickly here, or I tell your father that you have not come here.”

“So, the aunt who called dad?” nadia asked disappointed half-dead, she had been scolded by father, although not in a loud tone, but full of emphasis.

“Sorry, Nad. You're under Aunt's supervision. Your father left you with aunt in this city.”

Guskov pursed his lips, so Nadia came here on his father's orders and not on her own accord.

“Quick, Nadia,” Milan's decree. Nadia could not resist the orders of the older man. He approached sitting far away, still the aunt patted on his left, until he was very close to the aunt, his heart was getting sore, although he brushed off the pain when he found their hands holding.

Milan still held Guskov's hand with his right hand. Then his left hand grabbed Nadia's right hand. He held the hands of the two men together until the palms of his husband and his lords met and he piled up his palms covering the backs of their hands on the laps. Milan threw away the uneasy feeling in his heart.

Nadia and Guskov gasped until they sat up straight as they felt the familiar palms.

Nadia and Guskov felt cold sweat on each other's palms trembling together. They felt depressed but could not take it off because Milan held firmly in the lap of Milan.

Milan smiled turning his head right and left in turn, he would glue these two people together.  “Not good, loh, fury continues.”

Nadia's right hand froze, her palm became sensitive to the pressure of Guskov's hand which made Nadia more and more unruly and her eyes heated up and her heart grew increasingly afraid of her feelings, and guilt increasingly embroidered her, and her feelings of guilt grew, to a very good aunt. What if her aunt finds out she's been dating Guskov?

“Your hands are cold si?!” Milan made the two men wrong. Milan did not realize the feelings of the two people who were mixed.

Guskov did not dare to look at Nadia's direction. For Guskov, this time his wife was outrageous and crazy. He had just begun to insist on getting away from Nadia and neutralizing her heart, what other trials were these. Guskov withdrew his hand but was arrested by Milan.

“Ni I told ya.” Milan glanced alternately at the two who were looking the other way. "It's angry dong.”

“Our aunt is not marahan, ah I am thirsty.” Nadia grumbled while pulling Aunt's firm grasp.

“I hope in the future there is no more commotion, yes?” Milan ignored Kamila's words.

“Ya.” Nadia and Guskov answered in despair at the same time. The touch of the palms of the two ex-lovers was waiting to hit his feelings. The touch that used to be comfortable but now is not what actually haunts the hearts of the two people who are increasingly anxious.

Milan smiled at their answer. It lasted about an hour, until Guskov reasoned to scratch his back and go to the toilet, and his wife was willing to budge and free their hands. Guskov left the living room feeling covetous.

Milan threw his head against the back of the chair still holding Nadia's hand, the girl who was now leaning on her left shoulder.

Turning on his cool, Milan remembered every touch the gym instructor had put in, he had never felt so excited, not even with Guskov. What because of that, he became acting strange like just now, to cover up the guilt on Guskov.

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