Bloody Bond

Chapter 11 is too much love

The night is getting late. The moon still faithfully accompanies. Although his position has shifted westward. Fahri is still loyal to his position. All the lights were off except for the display lights in the living room. The lights in Syafa's room were also off.

"He's asleep!" Fahri muttered almost pressing the door handle. Urung he did.

Every night he steals kisses on Syafa. Linger looking at the face of his sister who filled the contents of the head is also inner.

"If I do that again, it will be very difficult for me to let you go. We are still brothers. It's not good to be too intimate." Fahri. As an adult and normal man, of course, he wants to behave more than just brothers. But his attitude is contrary to the teachings that he has been following. But his heart why can't be normal.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Fahri held his chest.

The sleepy start attacking. Fahri chose to go to his room. Fahri took off the shirt and chose to directly fall on the mattress after turning off the switch. He checked his phone before he fell asleep. His left hand stretched out tuning his favorite music. Dangdut koplo jawa timuran is again rife.

Just as Fahri was about to close his eyes, a hand hugged his body tightly.

"What's this?" Inner Fahri. By the dim sleep lights, Fahri can clearly see a hand swaying his body to reach him slowly. Starting from the chest.

"It can't be a ghost, right?" Inner Fahri. Groping back the hand that traced the chest of his field.

Fahri cursed in his heart. Strange seeds spread throughout the body. A pleasure mixed with annoyance. Slowly he opened the mound behind the blanket

"Sister! Don't be mad I don't like to see it." Fahri is made gawking by the shady face of Syafa who is still comfortable in the dream realm. The girl was not at all disturbed when Fahri opened the blanket and even threw his hands around.

Fahri can't remember the last time they slept in one room. All Fahri knows is that Syafa often sleeps in his bed if he goes to stock with Bejo. As a supplier of food raw materials, Fahri must be ready to deliver goods to other cities to spend the night on the streets. But sometimes Fahri also send it through online services. Like tonight.

"You know your sister's at home. But you still spend the night in my room?" Fahri was upset. He's pretty sleepy tonight. It feels like moving places. A few times Fahri yawned. Fahri chose to turn his back on Syafa.

"Shyafaa...!"

Syafa's hands and feet have been wrapped around Fahri's body perfectly. Syafa's chest mound felt attached to Fahri's open chest. Although covered in cloth clothes do not close the slit of dirty thoughts Fahri ventured. Moreover, Syafa is getting stuck.

"Yes God! Can you get me out of this dangerous grip?"

Slowly but surely Fahri broke away from the shackles of Syafa's hands and feet, Fahri turned around. He aimed to shift his sister's body back to where it was. At least have distance.

"Syafa.you made a mistake by climbing on my bed." Kissing her sister's cheeks gently.

"Dear brother kuuu."

Mata Fahri. Shafa pulled his nape until their lips met. Right after Syafa delirious.

"Belk!"

I don't know who is present in Syafa's dream, but Fahri has tasted the sweetness of Syafa's lips for the second time.

"Syafaaa.you ...!" Fahri is getting frustrated. Remove with a rough hand that twists the neck. Fortunately, the girl was hard to wake when she slept.

Fahri sat on the floor with his hunting breath.

"No Shafa! Don't do this. We're brothers!" he said while staring at the squirming Syafa. Fahri immediately patted gently on the girl's shoulder. "If you don't understand what love is. If only you could cross the line. I love you Syafa. But why should you? Why can't you be close to someone else?" 

Not that I never tried. Even often Fahri open his heart so that other girls can get close to him. But there is only discomfort.

"I know love. What is love and how to fight it. But my love, it must be buried before it develops. Even fighting for it is another word of treason."

The sister he should be looking after, will she be damaged by the word love. Should he be stubborn and break all religious rules as well as parents?

Fahri returned to his hair. This time several times until his head throbbed.

Fahri took the pillow. Then go to the living room. He patted the sofa and slept there. The sleepiness is back on the attack.

"Good sleep, Shafa." he said.

The sound of the morning Adhan echoed. Shafa squirmed softly behind the blanket. Last night's dream made him wake up in a fresher state.

"Owh, did I sleep here? Why is the dream ..." Syafa's cheeks blush. "Why should it be you, huh? Fortunately only in dreams. What if really?" Syafa's eyes are perfectly rounded.

"And stupidly I chose to sleep here rather than my own room."

Syafa remembers last night she chose to go to Fahri's place rather than her own room. Syafa always remembered if Fahri went to deliver goods out of the city, then his room would become the territory of Syafa. And once in a night, Syafa found Fahri who carried him bridal style while pretending to be asleep.

"Then why isn't he holding me this time? Or just sleep with me here."

Recalling the words sleeping together, Syafa again blushed.

"Son, are you sleeping here?" Sibu's voice was heard in the living room. Syafa was sure that the one being spoken to must be her brother. "Did Shafa sleep in your room again?"

"Fahri overslept, Sibu!" Syafa looked up as he grimaced from behind Fahri's bedroom door.

"What time do you stay up?"

"Jam one night, Sibu!"

"Yes already! Wungu. Let me yen peek bob again. Continue on! It's nothing."

Sibu passed away while carrying Mukena. Fahri took his pillow and cell phone very lazily.

"Sister! Abis shubuh don't sleep again, later the rezekanya pegged chicken you know."

Fahri did not comment on his sister's remarks. He chose to lie on the bed. It was as if all the burdens had been completely released.

Shafa still lingered on the side of the bed. Last night's dream again made him blush. Fahri's face he looked at without blinking. Although the hair looks messy, does not reduce the level of complete temperament. His eyebrows look neatly lined up like ants lined up, lashes, nose pointed with jaw firmly perfect. Last is the sexy lips of men. Slightly dark brown because the owner sometimes used to smoke.

Shafa involuntarily touched his own lips.

"Why does that feel so real?"

To be continued