Husband For Keara
Eye Pollution

🌹 Harris House

Harris's elite residence is not far from Rizky's. And also the way home Keara. It seems Harris does not want to be away from Rizky and his family.

He remembered Ica's story earlier, if Harris always invited them to live together in his house. But both of Ica's parents always refused. Ms. Farida often said that she used to accommodate and care for Harris selflessly. When Harris was successful, Harris did not need to feel indebted because Ms. Farida and her husband sincerely took care of Harris.

But Harris didn't break charcoal. The man never forgot the good service of the Rizky family. Harris covers the entire cost of Ica's tuition. Mas Adi and Angga were also employed in his company.

Keara stopped in front of a magnificent and luxurious house. According to Ica's address, this house is Harris's. Keara stepped in with a pounding heart and trembling legs. This was the first time he had set foot in such a luxurious house. Amazingly.

A house this big is alone? How empty and empty. The taste of poignancy seemed to run through the heart space of Keara. Imagine how lonely Harris would be in this house. Just befriending household assistants, drivers, and security. Without a warm and happy family. How depressing.

I found a million reasons to be grateful. Although he lived in a small house, but there was always mother and mas Arman who always accompanied him. Gave him warmth. Spoiling it every time. Accompany and care for him when he is sick. Irony indeed. But gratitude is indeed a foundation for feeling happy.

Keara was immediately greeted by Mr. Diman as soon as he reached the gate. So that he does not need to be asked about security, and can go directly inside. Mr. Diman also helped Keara put his motor matic through the fence.

"Well there's non Keara coming.. It just so happened that Mr Harris had just returned from China." so kindly welcome Mr. Diman. Driver mas Harris must have worked here long enough. From his friendly attitude, it seems that he considers Mas Harris as his own son or relative.

"Yes sir.. I got this from Ms. Farida sir.. From the hundred-day lecture event of Rizky. I tipped to Mr. Diman only yaa.." said Keara. Trying to minimize her heart rate if she doesn't need to meet Harris.

Uh, I wanted to meet you. Now don't want to meet. What about K..?

Not really want to see you. But stubborn, nervous, not knowing what to say. It's hard to be the point. So Keara chose to just dodge. His mentality is not strong enough.

"Don't Non.. Not just enter. There's Santi Bik.. And it's also better to meet Mr. Harris, yes, non.."

Nah kan.. Mr. Diman is not cool.

"Come Non.. Let's. This way." take Mr. Diman politely.

Keara had no choice but to follow Mr. Diman into the house. The luxurious house whose interior is able to make Keara amazed. Crystal chandelier decorations, interior designs, and super expensive and premium furniture instantly greet Keara and pamper the eyes. Allah Mashaa.

Mr. Diman came out as soon as he saw Bik Santi in the living room. Bik Santi came with a quick half-run pace. "This is non Keara? Who's being asked please the same Miss Rida?"

"Yes Bik.. " Keara then thrust a large plastic rice box. "It's Bik. Take it from Ms. Farida."

"Ooh. yeah.. Yes, thank you for dropping off Non.."

"Yes already.. Keara said to go home, Bik.."

"Eh, wait a minute, Non.. Just sec. Sit down first Non. Monggo..."

Keara according. Although with a feeling of anxiety and nervousness is not playing. Santi walked into the house. Keara suddenly imagined a walk in this spacious house.. Must be like a sport. Eh not to mention the haunting and mopping.. Buseeets.. If Keara must have been gout.. Linu. Keara smiled to herself imagining it.

This large house seemed empty and deserted. There were no signs of human movement other than Bik Santi earlier. And no sound was heard. Silent. Silent.

Harris did not even see his nose. Even though Keara has extended his neck to the right and left. There aren't. Slender.

Keara felt so wrong. Yes, he himself was worried too. Can't define his own feelings. He was not ready to meet Harris. But having set foot in Harris' house like now, but not finding the man's shadow left Keara a little disappointed. Confused right..? Weird emang.

Bik Santi walked over while carrying a medium-sized red paper bag. Then lean it on Keara once their distance is near. "It's Non.. From China."

"Oh.. Emm... Is this true for Keara Bik? But I am.." Keara was confused to accept the paper bag or not. Where could he possibly get a gift? His arrival here was not predicted.

"Yes Non.. Mr. Harris if you come home from abroad often bring a lot of souvenirs. And told to share it with anyone. It's up to Santi Bik.. The Lord himself never forbade me to give to whom. If it's for Miss Rida's family, it can definitely."

"Oh. That's Bik.."

"Yes Non.. So monggo accepted Non.."

"Thank you, Bik.."

"The same as Non.."

"Yes already Bik.. I'm going home, Bik.."

"No need Bik.. I brought my own motor.."

Keara moved from her seat. Hesitating, he asked Bik Santi. Something that intrigued him a lot from earlier. "Ehm.. sorry Bik, if you may know where Mas Harris is?"

"Sleeping in his room.. Just returned home earlier, Bibik want to give warm tea to his room, Eh. his person had already slept well. Maybe it's a tadpole for Non.."

"Oh That.. Yes Bik.. Must be tired."

Okay, Keara.. Failed to meet again even in plain sight. What should be sad about this? To be sure Keara felt a flash of disappointment in his heart. Because I can't meet this guy.

Keara just walked a few steps. It's a long way to get to the exit. Suddenly there was a scream from the top floor that was so shocking.

"YAMAA!! MAAA...!!"

"Who is it..."

"That's Master. Must be ngigau again. I'm staying yes Non.." Bik Santi ran to the top of the stairs to get to the top floor.

Whether inspired by where, Keara does not care about manners and politeness first in the meantime. He spontaneously followed Bik Santi. Run towards the top floor where the heartbreaking sound came from.

Was Harris delirious about calling his mother? Keara's heart felt sore. Hearing that voice cry with a full tone of grief. Suddenly filled the luxurious house that had been quiet. Depressing.

Bik Santi opened the door to Harris's room. She finally saw the man again. After three weeks ago the last time he saw Harris was lying in a hospital bed. Now the man is lying in his room.

Without a shirt on, Harris slept bare-chested. Only wearing trousers and not covered. Maybe so tired he fell asleep like that, Inner Keara.

"Ma.. Mama..!!" Harris whimpered.

Keara can catch the tears that flow from the corner of his net that is still closed. His body was flooded with sweat. Though this spacious room air-conditioned with a fairly cold temperature according to Keara.

Santi's bike stood on Harris' right side. Trying to shake Harris' body to wake the man up. Keara spontaneously got into the middle of the bed. He sat on Harris' left side. Come help Bik Santi wake up Harris.

The man's roaring cry sounded very heart-wrenching. Unknowingly Keara also highlighted the clear bulirr from the netra. He clasped Harris' big palm. I want it to ease this man's loneliness. But I don't know what to do.

Apparently Harris reacted when Keara held her hand. Harris opened a little of her eyelids. Those sweaty red eyes looked at Keara half-consciously. His radiance was sad full of pent-up wounds.

"Mamaa.."

'Mas Harris call me mama? Means he has not been well aware.' muttered Keara. He threw a glance at each other with Bik Santi. Which is certainly as confused as Keara.

Harris lifted his body. With a quick movement the man inched into Keara's lap. His arms encircled Keara's slender waist, his body bowed, and his head was laid down on Keara's thigh.

Keara. So surprised. "It-it's.. M-mas Harris why sleep like this Bik..?" muttered Keara to Bik Santi.

"Ehmm. no papa, Non.. Let it be like this first. It will also change its position.." Bik Santi spoke in a tone of gloating. "Sorry, Non.. Later if it's released, can Non stay.."

"Huh..? Um.." Keara's not objecting. But he could not help but be tempted with this burly body that opened before his eyes. Where the arms of Mas Harris hugged very tight as well. What a position that makes his chest and head twitch.

Harris growled again. Keara saw that tired face fall asleep again. Santi's bik covered Harris's back with a blanket. Ah. so much better. Decreased eye pollution..

"I'm here with Non." said Bik Santi. Keara. Both with men, and the sleeping position is so very uncomfortable. Satan haunts everywhere. Danger.

Harris again muttered softly. But Keara could still hear this man's voice.

"Ma.. Mamma... Harris is tired of Ma..."

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