Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Letter Annoyed

To my brother-in-law Faizara

on-site.

Please, if you dry the laundry do not just wear a towel. So-called.

Signed: Zian

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I gaped after reading the short, dense, clear and super duper piece of nyebelin that my sister-in-law had given me when I passed her in the kitchen just now.

What does it mean to send this?

My mind immediately remembered this morning when drying laundry next to the house just wearing a towel and apesnya, a towel wrapped around the chest to the extent of the knee was dropped.

My eyes bulged, meaning he saw the incident aka see my innocent body!

I threw this piece of paper in the trash. Breath hunting. My upper teeth bite each other. Angry, angry, and ashamed.

Right hand reflexes crashing the dresser. The powder, the lipstick, and everything on it shook.

My husband's brother deliberately wanted to humiliate me! I don't accept it! I swear by nothing I don't accept!

I rolled up my sleeves, wanted to punch him in the face, and kicked him in the stomach!

My tears welled up, as emotions rose in my heart.

"Assalamualaikum, dear. Tumben didn't wait for your husband on the porch?"

I gasp. Mas Raka entered the room. Tears that instantly dripped I removed. I don't want to be caught crying.

My breath is still hunting. I took a deep breath, then turned to welcome my husband.

"Waalaikum hail, Mas." I answered the greeting with a trembling voice, forcing my lips to smile as I walked up to him and kissed his right hand.

"Darling, why are his hands icy cold?" Mas Raka brought my right hand to her cheek while looking at me gently.

"Anu, that's, Mas ...." I hesitate to say it.

“Anu what?"

This handsome husband of mine seemed to be waiting while raising next to his eyebrows. His lips did not smile.

"I-I'm cold, yeah .. cold. Because I'm done taking a shower?" I'm not complaining to him. It is also not good for the husband to come home from work directly to talk about things that are not comfortable.

"Oh .. easy, if that's." Mas Raka smiled, further advancing her face and doing a kiss on my forehead.

The warm and gentle kiss from my husband did not irritate me to Brother Zian just vanished.

"Where, it's warm, right?" canda Mas Raka while laughing softly.

"Warm, uh ...?" I wave.

Mas Raka was still laughing, definitely thinking I was nervous again.

"Are you having eye pain, honey?" After kissing my forehead, now Mas Raka scrutinized my two eyes.

"Eh .. No, just a little sore, Mas."

"Oh, I'll take some eye drops for a while" said Mas Raka while peeling back my forehead.

"That's not necessary, Mom. It's healing soon." I immediately prevented it.

“Okay, Darling." Mas Raka looked at me. She then brought her lips closer to my ears, “It's been holy from monthly guests, right?”

“Numbered, Mas. Usually seven days are clean. It's been eight days, patient Mas ya.”

I said slowly.

“Mas is always patient, dear," said Mas Raka as she wrapped her hands around my waist.

I was shocked, Mas Raka suddenly carried me to the bed. Then tickle my waist. His actions made me laugh. But, not necessarily make my frustration disappear on her brother.

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"What cooking is tonight, honey?"

"So I tried to make pizza, Mas?"

"O yeah?" Mas Raka was immediately enthusiastic.

"This wife of yours, the pizza-maker, you, Ka," praised my mother-in-law.

"Still learning, Ma. Fai's afraid it's not good." I doubt it, I'm afraid my pizza isn't good.

I took the pizza cutter and cut the pizza with a topping of sausage, pepperoni, and mozzarela cheese into pieces.

"Well .. sure yummy, nih!" Mas Raka smiled. He swallowed his saliva a tantalizing sign with the pizza I made.

Mama and Mas Raka sat facing the dining table. We're getting ready for dinner.

This afternoon, I was happy to make a pizza, before finally, the sister-in-law did not know herself to go into the kitchen and give a piece of paper without saying anything. The letter that made me inflamed and very upset with him.

“Ina, call Zian for dinner,” Mama told Ina, the maid in charge of cooking.

“Iya, Mistress.”

Huh! Why was that Zian also called? I was lazy to look at my sister-in-law's face.

Before long my brother-in-law came into the kitchen, pulled up a chair and sat down. He didn't say anything. Mas Raka once said that his brother who lives with his grandmother in this mountainous area is quiet.

Mama and Mas Raka greeted him first. I don't care, and I don't want to talk to him.

Mas Raka let Mama take a slice of pizza.

“Enak,” said Mama on the sidelines chewing my pizza.

“It's so delicious, it's like the famous branded pizza.” Mas Raka approved of Mama's words after biting and chewing my full topping pizza.

I smiled, so happy in my heart. Wanting to forget my anger because of the selfless man sitting in the chair opposite me.

“Please try my wife's cooking, Brother Zian.” Mas Raka invited.

The thinly-mined man from earlier only looked at my homemade pizza while grimacing. I don't know what's on my mind brother-in-law who just came to stay at this house yesterday afternoon.

Yes, a week ago during my wedding with Mas Raka, she did not come, Mama was heard calling her often asking her to come here, but she said that on my wedding day, her grandmother fell, and had to be taken to the health center. As a result, he could not come.

Grandma and Brother Zian should have come all the way here and there was a moment of our happy day. I don't know, I haven't asked why Mas Raka didn't pick up the grandmother, the mother of her late father.

From the tail of my eyes, Brother Zian was seen extending his right hand, picking up a slice of pizza, saying basmalah in a slow voice ....

I smiled at Mas Raka who ate my pizza. I also chew slowly. Trying to enjoy my pizza.

My brother-in-law's voice coughed. I didn't care at first, but when I caught a glimpse of him, he not only coughed, but .. spitting pizza in his mouth out at the dinner table made me glare. You freak and you shack!

“Ma-sorry, I choked,” he said on the sidelines coughing. Take water in a glass and drink it.

Mas Raka laughed at her brother's expression. My mother-in-law also smiled at her first child.

“Saking good yes, Brother, the pizza?”

Mas Raka asked. "My wife made it, you know!" continued Mas Raka while stroking my head.

“Eh, yes ... delicious, but I don't like it. His bike makes eneg.”

What's?!

Husband and Mama-in-law said the pizza was delicious, while sister Zian blatantly said eneg. I absolutely do not appreciate food!

Take her storm!

Just watch out, I'll make a calculation with him. It seems, I should make my brother-in-law not comfortable and immediately go home to his house on the mountain there. How to any way!

Seriate