Husband For Keara
Hospital

🌹 Home Nico

"Why did you just get home at this hour?"

Just now Nico stepped through the door to get inside his house. But his wife's cold welcome made him stop his steps.

Nico rolled his eyeballs sweeping the corners of the house. A luxurious house that looks empty. There are more workers than homeowners. There is no warmth. There is no joy. That was how Nico felt during his four years of living in this mansion. His in-laws' house of gift.

"Can't you, don't make a storm when I'm tired of gini..?" Nico turned his body facing the living room sofa, where his wife sat with her legs crossed.

"My feet even just went through the door. Not anywhere yet. I can turn it back out again if you want to continue fussing."

The woman breathed a rough sigh. Stand up with a little foot. He walked closer to her husband. "OK, I'm sorry, by.." she said, caressing her husband's arm. "But you promised Ara to come home in the afternoon.."

"There was a client who suddenly came to the office." Nico sniffed his shoulders to keep his arm away from his wife's fingers.

That woman, Mayra. By letting his man walk away. She followed her husband, walking weakly behind him. Then go into the room. Mayra knows her husband is lying. There are no clients. But I don't know why Nico lied to her. He even forgot the appointment with their little daughter.

Nico threw his briefcase on the table. Take off the suit, and pull the tie apart. His movements look hard. Mayra gets closer and intends to help her.

"Let me help."

Mayra drew closer to Nico. Remove the ties one by one until released perfectly. She swiped her husband's chest, then both palms swept her husband's cheeks. Nico's handsome face never changed. Even the older the more handsome, the inner.

"Bite first, by.. After that let's have dinner. Ara's asleep.."

"Hehm.." Nico went into the bathroom. Leaving Mayra who was only stunned found her husband's cold attitude.

Mayra went to the dining room. Preparing food for dinner with her husband. He warmed the chicken curry he had prepared since this afternoon. Brewing warm tea. Then set it on the dining table.

Nico approached the dining table in a t-shirt and home shorts. And eat the contents of the dishes served by his wife. Mayra was silent, sitting across the table watching Nico eating. Nico doesn't want and doesn't like to chat while eating.

She did not want to anger her husband anymore. This morning they had a dream fight. Her husband deliriously mentioned her ex-boyfriend's name. Heart hurts. But more painfully, her husband did not call or chat all day to calm her heart. Nico is cute and doesn't care how he feels.

"Where's Ara?" ask Nico after the food on his plate is slippery.

"So she cried, asking to call you on. I called but you didn't pick up. Then he fell asleep after weeping.."

"I'm sorry, I forgot to make an appointment with Ara.."

"It's okay.. It's clear that tomorrow morning when his son wakes up." Mayra took the plate from her husband. Keep it in the dishwasher. Then make the dining table.

"You want to sleep now?"

Nico looked at his wife. He doesn't have a heart. Only his ego is in control. This morning he left his wife upset. Because of a dream he did not expect to see. He did not contact his wife and children all day. Even ignoring phone calls from Mayra. Go home late at night. And now, his wife continued to serve him patiently, and did not rebuke him in the least.

Nico walked over to Mayra. Wiping his wife's long hair. Then put that pretty face to her chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mayra nodded and smiled. He didn't care whether Nico could see his smile or not. But her husband's embrace was so soothing to her heart.

'I got you from betraying my best friend. I chose to live with you despite the humiliation we accidentally created ourselves. My friends and friends are avoiding me. You were shunned by your family, while my family was too involved with our lives. I've been through so much suffering to be able to marry you. Whatever happens, I will keep this marriage. I don't want your past coming back and harassing you. I want to make you love me, Nico.. Forget Keara, please.' Mayra's inner.

Not great enough courage to speak directly to her husband. It was enough that her husband threw all the heavy burdens on her heart.

Mayra raised her face. He put her on the handsome face of his husband. Then put their lips together. Tearing down all the turmoil felt all day.

Late at night, the two close the gap. Getting deeper and more intimate. The cold night began to warm up as the two of them smashed into each other and rolled on the bed. The burning passion that was triggered with gentle touches began to wash away the two. Until the union of the two bodies is inevitable. Hot and intoxicating.

It might be true if someone said. In a household, misunderstandings can be resolved in bed.

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🌹 Keara House

Keara sat on the recliner on the porch of her house. Accompanying mother watering her favorite ornamental plants. Enjoy the morning air with a full stomach after breakfast.

"Mandi K's.. Even though work is still daytime. Yes, I want to take a shower just wait to go to work." as long as the mother is still busy irrigating the plants. Occasionally the netraya glanced at Keara who was fun to foot by playing his cellphone.

"Sup, Buk.. Keara today take a day off." said Keara.

"Why?"

"Ga clear Keara motor is on at what time. Yes, all permits are holidays. I haven't taken any of the Kearas vacation from last week.."

I looked nodding. Even without looking.

After all the plants were fresh, and the tips of the dried leaves had been cut, Mother sat on a wooden window that was deliberately placed near Keara. While preparing to peel a basket of onion duo. So no need to bother when you want to cook at any time.

"Nih.. I made you ice chocolate like you.." I said after keeping a big glass of iced milk chocolate on Keara's side table.

"Waaahh seger niih.." Keara immediately sipped the ice of mother-made chocolate milk. "Thank you, Buuuk.."

Hours 9.30. When the sun is not high. The light is not too hot to sting. Relaxing on the terrace is the best option. Both with mom, because Mas Arman has been to the office from this morning. Plus sweet and fresh chocolate milk ice. Hmmm. a perfect holiday!

A holiday that he did not plan because of his motorbike who knows where he is now. Yesterday Mas Harris only said the driver would take care of it, but did not say when the driver would return the bike. Keara was also a little sorry. Why didn't it occur to her to ask Harris's cell phone number.

"Dalem.." said Keara without removing his gaze from the 6-inch screen in his grasp.

"Mas Harris is looking good at K.."

"Yes, I guess.." Just keara cuek. I don't understand the direction of mother's conversation.

"He who came here when that day seemed not to be uncomfortable with the condition of our home. Even though from his appearance alone, I believe he is a rich man. And yesterday you said he sent you home, and took care of your motorbike whose tires deflated. That's really good K, if you say.. "

"Emm.." Keara looks pretty cool. However, in his heart he was disturbed. She didn't think, why did you talk about Harris. There must be something that mom wants to tell you. Discussing the kindness of Harris was only an introduction.

"Not to mention that he had prayed at our place.it appears that Harris was sholeh. Even if it is rich, do not forget the same who gives wealth." Well, the promotional ads continue. Indications there are shrimp behind the stone.

"Harris has also eaten at home.. It's simple. But until it goes twice. Haha.. She said mom's lodeh vegetable was delicious.." This time, my mother laughed. Keara until frowned. I don't know what's funny.

"Keara ih. mom says you're alone."

Keara looked towards mother. A little straightening his back. Now the body of the mother sitting on the wooden window is clearly visible to him. "Keara denger Buk... I just don't understand what I want to say.. Suddenly talking about someone else.. Gaje ih Ibuk.."

"Hehe.." Mother looked down again. Entering the trade that has just half peeled off his skin. "I suspect Harris has a crush on you.."

"Astaghfirullah, Ibuuuuk.." jelly Keara with round eyes.

"What's? Why??" The surprised mother, tiptoed until she almost spilled her onions.

"Where might Harris like me.. Don't talk so much.." Keara looked at the clingy mother.

"You're just insolent.. Istighfar was really ngagetin kayak abis writhing satan. What if you want responsibility??" sahut mom while grumbling.

"Hehe.. Abis Ibuk said that he began to digress. Don't ngarep the height of ibuuukk.." Keara got up from her seat. "I'm gonna take a shower first ahh.."

"You know if you are taught to talk directly to shower.. If not mah.. You can touch water all day."

"It's busy. ngaco." Keara breezed about to enter the house. But a heavy male voice made Keara turn towards the gate.

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Goddessalam..." Mother and Keara compactly answered the greetings of a guest of the man who was fat. Keara immediately recognized the person. Especially because that person guided Keara's matic motorbike.

"Sir Diman...."

The middle-aged fat man nodded at Keara and mother alternately. "Non Keara's.. I'm gonna drive the bike."

Keara walked closer to Mr. Diman. Then take over the motor and standardize it near the door. "Thank you sir.. Sorry to bother."

"Ndak not bother Non.. It's my job.." Mr. Diman is seen continuing to bend his body. Very polite. Maybe a job.

"Good Non.. I'm going home.."

"Almost sir.. Drink coffee first sip.." mother stood up from her seat invited Mr. Diman to enter the house.

"No Ma'am.. No need.. I'll just go straight ahead." Mr. Diman reached out to shake hands. Greeted by mom and keara. "I'm sorry I'm late to drop off the bike.. Because last night sent Mr. Harris to the hospital. So only now had time to deliver the bike Non Keara.."

"Who's sick sir?" ask Keara.

"Master, Non.."

"Mas Harris means that?" Mr. Diman nodded.

"Register Non.."

"What pain sir?"

"Diare Non's.. Last night just returned home straight drop. Diarrhea doesn't stop until midnight. Until pale and dehydrated. Finally at two o'clock in the evening I took it to the hospital."

"Astaghfirullah's.." Mother muttered softly while rubbing her chest. "How is he doing now, sir?"

"It's better, Mom.. Just still limp."

Keara. Don't know what to say. He just nodded, smiled stiffly, and reacted accordingly to respond to Mr. Diman. Until Mr. Diman disappeared at the end of the road, and the mother continued to chat at length about his concern for the pain of Mr. Harris. Keara just cursed herself in her heart.

'Did Harris get sick because I was working yesterday? But where does anyone go to the hospital just eat the pedes? In fact, I also pesenin only two levels above the orders of Harris kok.. Yes, if I order the hardest level, it still makes sense.. Well this is only level 3 doang direct diarrhea. How's story?? Present K.. How the hell is the vice to make people enter the hospital? Had how the hell this is..'

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