Accused of Cheating

Accused of Cheating
Part 20 Living in an apartment



Raffan crouched down in front of Alin holding both hands of the woman.


"I beg you not to go first. At least love me the time to think.." Raffan looks to shed his tears


Alin was increasingly made unbearable by Raffan, the first time he saw his husband cry, he again thought what his decision was right.


Alin helps Raffan to stand up "Mas, even if you don't live at home with your sister doesn't mean you leave her.. you can play here whenever you want.you can still be the sister who is always there for her brother.."


"You should be able to make your own decisions..!! you already have a wife and your sister also already have a husband.you and your brother already have a family of each.." Alin said again


Raffan was silent he was still heavy with the choice Alin gave!


Alin took a long breath


"Better you think it all first. Sorry I have to go first mas. I want to go to mother's house, I miss her.." Alin said bringing back his suitcase left Raffan who was still sculpting in his place


Alin left with a broken heart but this was his decision, he just did not want to stay with brother-in-law because he thought it was not good to live in a house with brother-in-law as good as any brother-in-law.


Alin was forced to lie to Raffan he did not want the man to continue to hold him, Alin could not go home with this condition, he did not want to make his mother sad.


Alin walked with his feet still painful, he did not know the direction of his destination where clearly he would not go to his mother or aunt, his mother or aunt, he did not know, he did not want his household problems to be known by his family, he thought he would look for a temporary contract.


Raffan is still pecking at his place, he does not expect Alin to actually go leave his, without thinking long he took his car keys he had to catch up with Alin, he does not want to lose his wife, he does not want to lose his wife, Raffan must not be late before Alin hunted far away, later he will talk to his brother for sure he will understand the important thing now he must see Alin first.


Raffan drove his car slowly he was very sure Alin was not far from his house, sure Alin was still around the complex, it looks like the woman was walking in limping pain in her legs while pulling a suitcase, Raffan hurriedly pulled his car


He got out of the car and walked up to the woman and hugged her from behind.


"Don't go.." Raffan


Alin was silent he could feel the breath of Raffan on his neck, Raffan turned Alin's body to face each other he held his wife's hands and kissed her.


"I love you and I don't want to lose you. We're dealing with this problem together.." Said Raffan cleaning the rest of the tears on his wife's face


"You mean..?" Alin asked not understanding


"Let's come with me now..!" Raffan pulled his wife's hand


"I don't want to go home..!!" Alin tried to let go of his hand


"No, I'm not taking you home, we're going to live in my apartment now.."


Raffan took Alin's suitcase and put it in the trunk of his car, he led the woman into his car


In the car Raffan just silent "Mas.have you been sure of your decision.I do not want to force.." Ask Alin


"Yeah I'm sure.you're calm mbak Anya will surely understand later.I also have the right to determine my own life.." Raffan smiled at Alin


Alin is sure her husband has not been completely convinced by his decision seen from the look of his face is still bingbang, Alin does not want to ask anything more.


On the way they just keep quiet with their respective minds, until Raffan's car has arrived in front of his apartment.


"You clean your clothes first, you want to take a shower.." Raffan said as they entered his apartment


Raffan stepped his feet towards the bathroom he wanted to calm his mind with a splash of cold water.


Alin opened his suitcase and moved his clothes into the closet, there are already clothes Raffan also who may have been prepared specifically in his apartment.


Alin circulates his views looking around the contents of Raffan's apartment like his place is quite comfortable there are two bedrooms, living room and also the adjacent tv room, which is quite comfortable, and most Alin likes his kitchen he can cook while looking at the outside view towards the balcony, Raffan's apartment is on the top floor so he can see the view of the city.


"Do you like it" asked Raffan who suddenly came out of the bathroom


Alin smiled and nodded his head "Like her here comfortably" Alin said staring at her husband


Alin opened the refrigerator and it looked okay there was only drinking water.


"You're looking for what, baby.." Alin's heart rippled again to hear the call of love again


"I'm looking for no food"


"You want to cook or you're a lager"


"I'm laper mas haven't eaten since morning"


"Yaudah mas pesenin ya. you want to eat what",


"What's so important about heavy food"


",OK on"


Raffan ordered two servings of food because he was also hungry from the morning had not eaten, because too much trouble at home earlier so he did not remember to eat.


Raffan smilingly looked at his wife's face he scrambled the gaunt hair of Alin although his thoughts were still on his sister Anya.


Soon the food they ordered came, and they ate together, Alin and Raffan took turns to feed each other normally if at home they would not do that because they always eat with his sister, it is impossible for them to make out in front of Anya.


"What are you talking about Anya we live here.."


"Not yet.I will talk in if the atmosphere has improved.."


Alin nodded continuing his meal


Actually Alin feels guilty for asking Raffan to move out of his house, he can still feel if Raffan is really heavy doing it but the man is trying to cover it up, he can still feel, her husband had defended her desperately, until he himself had to argue with his older brother, and now he chose to come along with her leaving the house.


"Thank you for standing up for me" Alin said gently touching the back of her husband's hand


Raffan smiled at his wife "Yes dear.."


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