BEING THE WIFE OF HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 73. WRITERS
Lian still continued to stare at Indra intensely. The man really looks very different from Indra whom he has known all along. Lian realized that all this time she had very rarely communicated with Indra. Of all his friends Vicky introduced to him, Indra is the most mysterious man. He doesn't talk much, but a strong drinker. He could finish a few bottles but the man never got drunk.
And about women? Every time they gathered, Indra had never once brought or with a woman. But he still appreciates his friends who always play women. Sometimes Lian once asked her lover why Indra was like that. But Vicky only answered yes Indra was like that from the beginning.
Indra, who had been staring forward, immediately turned her head as she felt the woman who was now beside her was staring at her from earlier. Indra's sudden movements made Lian too late to make a move. Eventually their eyes met for a while. Until finally Lian turned her face the other way nervously. While Indra even smiled at the behavior of the girl.
"Why did I notice you keep looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with my face?" ask Indra with a smile. Lian shook her head.
"No. Is there nothing?" answer Lian lirih.
"Then?"
"I. I just... just.." Lian stammered.
Indra purposely brought her face closer towards Lian and it made the woman a little nervous.
"Why?" ask Indra after their faces are close enough.
"Just want to ask," Lian said in the end. And it managed to make Indra retreat and sit in his place as before.
"Oh yeah? What do you want to ask?" indra said casually. He started drinking his sweet iced tea again.
"Where are you from? Are you working?" ask Lian at the end. Indra looked back at him. A gaze that was in fact felt penetrating to the heart. Makes Lian nervous again.
"Hmm, I'm sorry if I'm wrong to ask." Said Lian again. Indra smiled then turned her gaze again towards the road in front of her.
"I'm not the son of a Lian businessman. I'm just a writer" replied Indra.
"A writer?" Lian did not understand.
"Yes writer. Sometimes I write articles for websites, write news for newspapers, and sometimes I also write stories on online platforms" Indra replied. Now Lian is laughing.
"Hey why laugh like that? Don't you believe it?"
"No. It's not like that. I just didn't think it through. I guess the writers on the online platform are just women. It turns out that there are male writers as well" Lian asked in between her laughter.
"There was. It's just that most of the men's story writers prefer to war stories, systems, and even horror. Unlike the female writer who really likes sad scenes."
"So that writer can make a lot of money?"
"Hmm, not all."
"You alone?"
"My income?" ask Indra. Lian nodded.
"Yes tolerable. At least there's something I can still set aside to help people who can't afford to."
"Help?"
"Yes. Every Friday, I used to come to the orphanage to share some of the sustenance I had."
"Why Friday?"
"Why not why. Maybe because Friday is my birthday" Indra replied. Lian smiled. Now he began to feel comfortable talking and getting closer to Indra.
"Indra are you not ashamed?" Ask Lian lirih.
"Thy? Shame why?"
"Because of just being a writer?"
"Why should I be ashamed? My job is good, it doesn't bother others, it doesn't steal or rob. And of course I get all that money from my own efforts. Not asking for other people, parents, or even their own girlfriends" Indra said with a smile.
Indra's words just now managed to make Lian flabbergasted and a little enchanted. But his consciousness later returned and finally he remembered Vicky's lover who always asked him for money even though he himself still asked his parents for money. Thinking about Vicky made Lian so pensive.
"What's Lian?" ask Indra. Lian immediately surged in shock. He stood up and kept the remaining iced tea glass in half.
"Sorry Indra but I have to come back soon" Lian said. The girl almost spent the money but Indra held her back. The man said his drink this time would be paid for by him. After saying thank you, Lian immediately left from there. He walked towards his motorbike parked in the mini market and quickly drove the vehicle.
Indra stared at Lian's departure still with a smile.
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Rama and Kian sit in a fruit ice cream shop at the end of town. Today Kian really tested Rama's patience. After the man parked his car at the fruit ice kiosk, it turns out the wife even said the unexpected thing.
"I don't want to eat fruit soup. I wanted to eat ice cream alone but at the ice cream shop at the end of town" Kian said at the time. And with great force, Rama began to drive their vehicles back.
"I don't understand where you know there's an ice cream parlor at the end of town. Though I have never brought you here," said Rama. Smiling clumsy.
The girl also told me if she and her twin brother were always invited to take a walk to this ice cream shop. That's why he knows this place. Even though he was a little doubt whether this shop still existed or not.
"Try this. It's a really good tiramisu ice cream I've ever eaten." Kian pointed the ice cream spoon into Rama's mouth. Remembering that the wife is craving, she finally obeys all the words of the wife.
"Where? Yummy right?" Ask Kian. Rama nodded while covering his mouth with his hands.
"Why you?" ask Lian lirih.
"I'm fine. I've always been used to this when I've eaten or drunk cold."
"Are you allergic to cold?"
"Yes a little,"
"Thank God if you're used to it because of the problem I really like this tiramisu ice" said Kian. The man just smiled.
"Yes dear. Whatever you want, I'll definitely obey."
"Hmm rubber. My husband's tumben can be reckless as well."
"It is not a shame but a proof of my love and love for the one who has become my wife. I love you so much, baby" said Rama.
"me too. I love you very much too, Mommy." replied Kian. Then he went back to a few bowls of various flavored ice cream that were neatly lined up on the table in front of him.
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