Poison of Love Arsenio
Munchies

It's been two days that Arsenio and Binar have occupied his new apartment. During that time, Fabien stayed there. The young musician reasoned that he was used to hearing the babble of the voice of his brother. Binar did not bother about it, because Fabien had been quite kind and polite.

It was like that morning when Binar was preparing breakfast, while Arsenio was still cleaning herself in the bathroom. Fabien came out of the room bare-chested. Again, he only wears shorts. This time the pants that Fabien wears are patterned crab with blue color.

“Gosh!” Binar was a little surprised when the sister-in-law suddenly stood next to him. Fabien kept watching what Binar was doing.

“Can I help you?” bargain Fabien.

“Nothing. I'm almost done,” replied Binar turned to look at the handsome young man with a sweet smile.

“Hm.” Just this time Fabien noticed the smile of Binar up close. He was stunned for a moment before finally choosing to sit on the bar stool, which was located lined up in front of the kitchen table and at once served as a dining table.

“Now I know why Arsenio is crazy about you,” Fabien chirps just like that, making Binar stop his activities. He then turned for a moment to the husband's younger brother.

“Why?” The sparkle frowned towards Fabien.

“Reclaration.” Fabien grinned, then propped up his chin with both elbows resting on the table. He did that for a while, until Arsenio came out of the room.

The man looked very charming in neat clothes, in a light blue shirt and black material pants. Not to forget the blazer that is in tune with his pants also completes the perfection of Arsenio's appearance that morning.

“Yes, Rain. I told you not to be too handsome,” protest Binar. One hand holds a spatula, the other hand a waist.

“Gosh. What do you want me to wear, Binar? What kind of shorts does this weird kid wear?” arsenio's index point is at Fabien.

“Hey, watch your mouth! I'm not weird!” fabien protested loudly He also pointed his index finger at the sister's face.

“Then wear a mask,” sahut Binar while pouting, “or mess up a little of your hair,” he said again.

“Binar, believe. The more Arsen ruffled his hair, the more he looked sexy,” Fabien interrupted while twirling the bar stool using his body like a child.

“I go to the office, Honey. The office is a formal area. Wherever I may not dress neatly until I have to ruffle my hair, unless I want to go busking with Fabien,” said Arsenio. He gives understanding carefully and do not let Binar misrepresent.

“Never insult the busker profession, because the income of a busker like me is much greater than your current income,” protests Fabien while lifting one finger.

The debate stopped when the cuisine of Binar was ready to be held on the table. “I cook Indonesian fried rice and German breakfast, which is sandwich,” said Binar while arranging dinnerware for her husband and sister-in-law. “You eat first, in order to have enough energy to fight again,”.

“Good idea, My dear.” Arsenio took a few steps forward to approach Binar. He then grabbed the slender body of the wife, then kissed her to satisfaction. Arsenio deliberately did that in front of Fabien.

However, the twenty-five-year-old young man would not budge this time. Pretending not to see, he picked up some sandwiches already filled with bacon, eggs, and tomatoes. He devoured it without caring about Arsenio.

It did not take long for Fabien to finish the meal, but Arsenio had not started breakfast. “That's it,” said Fabien while rubbing a slightly bloated stomach. But suddenly, Fabien stopped his movements. He looked up while sharpening his hearing. “It looks like my phone rang,” he said then stood towards the room.

Before long, he came over while wiping the phone screen. “Wire! Papa called!” Fabien hurried back to the room. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out of the apartment. “I'll call you later! Bye!”

Arsenio's younger brother waved his hand and rushed into the elevator. He ignored the astonished and tense gaze of the couple. Especially the Binar that looks pale.

“Yes, how much is your door code? Did you just replace it?” lievin sounded impatient.

“Oh Yes, Papa.” Fabien then mentions a new line of code numbers to the father, then hurriedly runs his car to the apartment.

Arriving on the floor of his residence, Fabien hurriedly opened the door and found his father relaxing on the sofa. “Pa, tumben,” his broom while stretching out his hands and scattering towards Lievin.

“Nak.” Lievin stood up to greet her youngest son, then hugged Fabien tightly. “While how many months we did not meet,” he said slowly.

“Where is mama?” Fabien circulated his gaze around, shortly after releasing a hug.

“Your not coming. I'm leaving alone. He is busy taking care of the foundation,” replied Lievin. He looked nervous at the time. The middle-aged man poked his nape while glancing towards Fabien. His eyes seemed to be full of burdens.

“Why, Pa? Is there a problem in Indonesia?” Fabien catches a strange gurgle from the father's body language, so his feelings tell him that something is wrong.

“Slightly,” replied Lievin while plopping her body back onto the sofa. He also grabbed the television remote and squashed it irregularly.

“Papa quarrel with mom?” terka Fabien's.

“No, Son. Of course not,” argued Lievin.

“Then?” Fabien turned completely to Lievin, folding his hands to his chest. “Papa looks restless and was-was.”

“Oh yes?” Lievin frowned, then laughed. To Fabien, the laughter seemed forced. Not the laughter that fathers usually show off. “It is clear that Papa is upset?” Lievin chuckled before pushing back the remote button.

“Like a young man,” replied Fabien laughed loudly, then stopped when watching the look on the face of the father who was getting moody. “Pa? Papa is not cheating, ‘kan?” hisses.

“Speak what you are!” Riled up, Lievin immediately threw the sofa cushion, right on his son's face.

“Then what?” Fabien kept the pillow away from him. He then seriously looked at the father who seemed hesitant about to say something.

“Fabien, Papa would love to spill all grievances on you,”, Lievin said in the end.

“Shed only, Pa.” Fabien grabbed one jar, then thrust it at the middle-aged man who still looked dashing and handsome.

Lievin received her jar in astonishment. He was more astonished when he opened the lid and realized that the jar was empty.

“You took the wrong. No contents.” Lievin showed the inside of the jar to Fabien.

“Jeez, this must have been ...” Fabien immediately shut his mouth tightly. He almost gave up the name Arsenio.

“Uh who? Your boyfriend? You have a boyfriend, Fabien? Come on, introduce Papa!” urged Lievin who seemed to forget about all her mounds.