A Wound

Chapter 46's

At seven o'clock in the morning, a couple who had been through the heat struggle this morning, were still sound asleep with the position of hugging each other.

"Where is it, Ma? How come it hasn't come down yet?" rissa asked, sitting herself in the dining table chair.

"Yes, I'm worried, Pa. How'this? Last night Ara did not eat dinner, and now also did not come down for breakfast," said Mama Reta, anxious.

"Ma, what if something happens to Ara?" Rissa tried to express her worries. And that, managed to make Mama Reta more foggy.

"Would've...." Papa Nahar stopped his words, when he saw his wife and daughter who had run away from the dining table.

Mama Reta and Rissa immediately went up to Ara's room, regardless of what her husband said.

After arriving in front of Ara's room, Mama Reta immediately turned the doorknob of the room.

"How's this? the door's locked!"

Mama Reta and Rissa then knocked on the door of the room while calling out Ara's name.

"Mr Reta why are you screaming, sir?" bi Ijah asked his master.

"Did Ara not come down for dinner last night?" ask Papa Nahar.

"It doesn't seem like it, sir.but, at dawn, I saw Den Ibra making milk and taking some snacks and bringing her upstairs. It looks like it's for Non Ara" Bi Ijah said.

"So Ibra's home?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Gosh, what are they doing!" Papa Nahar shook his head, recalling the behavior of his wife and daughter. But after that, he laughed a little.

After a long time Mama Reta and Rissa shouted, the door finally opened, featuring the figure of Ibra who was bare-chested and only using a boxer.

"Ibra!"

"Sister!"

Both were surprised by Ibra's presence.

"Whisper! What the hell is it?" ibra asked annoyed.

"When did you come home?" ask Mama Reta.

"Every night"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were home? We're going to be worried about Ara" Rissa said.

"not important. Anything else?" Ibra was impatient to continue her sleep.

"Then get down for breakfast" said Mama Reta.

"Yes, later."

Mama Reta clucked, irritated by her son who seemed reluctant to see her whereabouts. He then pulled Rissa's hand, brought her back down for breakfast.

Only then did his mother and sister turn around, Ibra had already closed the door again. And walk towards his bed.

"Mama why?" asked Ara, who was making her bed.

"Just call for breakfast" he answered, who hugged his wife from behind. "Why cleared? go back to sleep!" Ibra kissed Ara's nape freely, as the woman's tied hair rolled up.

"Sister Ibra, amused.it's morning, there Brother wash face, then down breakfast. They're definitely waiting for us."

"You didn't go to college?"

"lectures. But it's leaving at nine."

"Then again, yeah? before you go to college," she asked in a seductive tone.

"Is Brother crazy? It's morning." Ara immediately took off her husband's embrace.

"Yes, I'm crazy because of you." Ibra gave a small laugh, then kissed and took a brief sip on his wife's lower lip. Made Ara round her eyes.

Ara shook her head quickly, trying to reject her husband's invitation, which was why she suddenly wanted it too after getting a kiss from the man.

"Come on..."

"Mama must have known."

"Stay Ara feels bad" Ara chuckled. Who then walked towards the wardrobe to prepare her clothes.

"Ara.." whined Ibra, who kept following his wife's steps.

"No, Brother Ibra!"

"Big sin, rejecting the husband's invitation." Ibra smiled seductively.

Ara turned her body, looking at her husband. "Just go back to college, yeah" he bargained.

"But he wants it now" said Ibra.

"Mmm.. okay, but not for long."

"Ready, princess." Ibra smiled broadly. Grabbing the clothes in his wife's hand and throwing them away. He pulled his wife's hands together and put them around her neck, and started the action again.

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"Did you guys meet Ibra?" papa Nahar asked after his wife and daughter had returned from his son's room.

"Papa know? Why didn't you say?" Mama Reta is upset.

"You're just bothering them" Papa Nahar said without responding to his wife's questions.

"Who told you to make up didn't say anything." Ketus Mama Reta's.

"Isn't it like that, when you can't solve the problem well, you solve it on the bed." Papa Nahar chuckled, making Mama Reta shake her head to look at him.

"Jeez, Papa... Rissa's a kid, you know!" Rissa shuddered, amused by her papa's words. He even recalled the appearance of his older brother, who only wore a boxer.

"It can make children so, still said a child," said Papa Nahar chuckled.

"Lad...." Rissa covered her ears and shook her head. He made his parents laugh when they saw his behavior.

"Oh yeah, Rissa. Can you ask me something?" asked Mama Reta, who suddenly remembered something.

"Ask what, Ma?" Rissa turned her gaze to her mother, who was sitting right beside her.

"You have a boyfriend yet?"

Rissa clucked, and went back to enjoying her breakfast, feeling uninterested in her mother's talk. "Rissa doesn't have time for boyfriends" she replied indifferently.

"Then, mate with someone, would you?"

"No!" answer Rissa quickly.

"Who's with you, Ma?" Papa Nahar was curious about his wife's plans.

"Papa still remember not with Bima, son of Jeng Sumarni? our neighbor first" asked Mama Reta.

"Yes, papa remembered. Isn't she the same age as Ibra?"

"Yes, Pa. And it turns out he's Ara's lecturer. And Ara said she's not married yet." Mama Reta explained so enthusiastically. "He's getting better!" he told Rissa.

But Rissa still did not care, and focused on eating her breakfast.

"Then what about lovers? Does he have a girlfriend?" ask Papa Nahar.

"Eitherway! Ara also didn't know about it. But hopefully he doesn't have."

Rissa put the spoon in her hand onto the plate, after having fed her last meal. Then gulp down the water in the glass in front of him. "You don't have to worry about Rissa. Rissa could choose Rissa's own future husband.... Rissa's done, Rissa's leaving now." Rissa moved from her seat and kissed her parents, before leaving for the hospital.

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