BEING THE WIFE OF HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 45. GRANDPA'S HOME

Still crying on the edge of the bed. He lay down with his back to Rama who was also still sound asleep. The thick white blanket still enveloped the innocent bodies of the two of them. The clock on the wall was showing at 3am and their husband and wife activities had just finished. Rama completely devoured Kian to nothing. He continued to pound the woman's defenses until the effects of the medicine inside her body disappeared. I don't know how many times they've done that. 

Pain and pain Kian felt all over his body, especially in the central area of his body. His entire body was covered in red marks created by Rama. But of all that, Kian felt the most pain in his heart. Yes, heart. His heart was broken to pieces until it felt like he could no longer afford to look at the sun that was about to rise in a moment. He's ashamed, he's broken. All of his pride had been lost, forcibly snatched away by his own brother-in-law.

Kian knows that this incident is not one hundred percent Rama's fault. Because after all he did not know that the woman he had touched was his sister-in-law, not his wife. He blamed himself for doing this from the beginning. Now he's confused. What should he say to Lian? How can she say if she has had sex with her brother's husband?

Not to mention his future that was already ruined. If only in the future Rama would return with Lian then what about him? He's lost everything. Will he lose Rama?

Rama's voice slowly squirms. He quickly wiped his tears and pretended to sleep. And sure enough, Rama woke up. He sat leaning on the bed with his chest open because of the blanket position that could only close the lower area.

Rama looked to the side where his wife was sleeping behind him. He stared at the woman's body, which was still wrapped in a blanket up to the neck. Slowly Rama's hand was raised and touched the top of Kian's head. She stroked the unraveled black hair was soft. 

"Sorry Lian," muttered Rama.

The man then pulled his hand out of his hair. He leaned his head on the bed and stared blankly ahead. Rama took a slow breath before finally speaking to himself. 

"Yesterday after work, I went to see Sapphira again. I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you about this. I just want to know who Sapphira really is and what makes Grandpa hate her so much."

Rama continued talking as if he was chatting with his wife. Yes, Rama thought that his wife was asleep and did not listen to him. That's why he talks like this. Rama did not know if actually Kian was still not asleep and could hear all his words clearly.

"And do you know Lian? I know everything. I heard all the rotten plans Safira had created with her father wanting to destroy Grandpa Bimo. And he also tried to frame me in a scandal. He put something in my drink. At first I thought it was just a regular sleeping pill. But the longer I felt the heat all over my body. And I just realized it's medicine….."

Rama stopped his words. He closed his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath.

"Because of the effect of the drug, I was forced to do all this to you. I have no other way. I don't want to vent it with a foreign woman, whereas I have a woman who is officially my wife. I can't imagine how angry Grandpa would be if I got to play with another woman. So again I'm sorry that I was forced to do that last night. I hope you can forgive me."

Rama's conversation stopped. Kian who heard all the confessions from the man again and again could only let out his tears. As much as possible he held back so that his sobs were not heard by Rama. Because he doesn't know how to explain it to the man now. He doesn't want to talk right now. 

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At five o'clock in the morning, Kian woke up. Slowly he turned his back and saw that Rama had gone back to sleep. The woman breathed a rough breath. Slowly he tried to get up even though his whole body was still in pain. His hand tried to grab his clothes that were lying under the floor after being forced off by Rama and thrown away. I saw all the buttons on his shirt break. But she kept wearing it because she needed something to cover her body that was about to go to the bathroom.

He drowned his whole body under the soapy water in the bath. Again and again the falling tears flowed profusely. The pain in his heart felt more and more piercing. 

"How's this? What am I supposed to do now?" muttered Kian in between his sobs.

There was no smile on his face. There was no happy look engraved on the woman's face like before as she looked at Rama's face. Now every time he saw the man's face it was just a wound he felt. And it's so sore. Do not want to linger there, Kian was immediately out of the room.

Kian walked down the stairs about to head to the kitchen when the voice of an old man interrupted.

"Jam just woke up? The tumben? Usually you are the most diligent" said the old man. Kian turned his head towards the source of the voice and was a little surprised when he saw Grandpa Bimo sitting on the sofa.

"Grandfather," Kian said with a smile as usual. The woman walked up to the grandfather, kissed the back of his hand and then sat down beside him.

"When did grandpa come? Why don't I know?" ask Kian again. He tried to look cheerful in front of his grandfather.

"So early in the morning" replied the grandfather.

"Morning?" tanya Kian did not understand. Because he looked at the clock on the wall that just showed at 6 am. Grandpa laughed.

"I mean grandpa was at 5 in the morning. Grandpa came early in the morning deliberately wanted to breakfast Grandpa's granddaughter's cooking. Hmm, but it turns out grandpa's granddaughter is still sleeping."

Kian smiled at the look on the face of the grandfather who was pouting like a child.

"Yes, last night I was so tired that I woke up bad luck."

"Tired? What have you done? Tired like that? Did Rama tell you not to as long as Grandpa left?"

"Not Cake. I. I'm just exhausted. Maybe because of gardening in the back garden," answered Kian reasoned.

"Hmm, don't be so tired, baby. Take care of your body condition. If you keep on doing soy sauce, then when will grandfather fondle great-grandfather?"

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