Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

Why So This is it?

After bathing and using makeup, I wear a low-collared pink top, making my cleavage slightly visible, combined with a matching color skirt to the knee.

My dress style is fashionable, even if it's just at home. Hair cut by tying it high makes the neckline is clearly visible.

I want to please Mas Raka. Ready to welcome him home from work.

I'm down. Will be waiting for Mas Raka on the terrace. Outside the drizzling rain makes the weather so cool. Sitting on the porch seat with my legs crossed, I played my phone.

 Unaware at first there was Brother Zian sitting crouching checking the aglonema flower pot not far from the chair where I was sitting.

His head had been removed, the wind carried the fragrant pomade of his hair to my nose.

I was trying to ignore, Brother Zian who was sitting behind me, probably did not know there was me sitting on the chair. He smoked his cigarette, then exhaled it. The smoke flying towards me made me instantly cough.

"Uh, that's disturbing!" I shook my hands and kicked the leg of the table. Hard enough.

Brother Zian turned his head, without saying anything, quickly putting his cigarette on the floor. Meanwhile, the chair I was sitting in swayed forward and backward ....

Bruk!

The chair fell backwards, automatically making me fall with my legs on top and my skirt exposed my two smooth thighs.

"Loh, Fai ....?" Brother Zian stood up and walked quickly, looking down until our faces were close. He held the seat back and then had a bit of trouble changing the position of the chair I was on top of, where the thighs were open again! Until the seat returns to its original position.

 My heart was pounding, this unexpected fall made my back head hurt from hitting the floor. My hands are busy with the skirt.

I don't know why it's so often and there's always Brother Zian helping me. Tired, man!

"Are you okay?" Brother Zian was standing next to the chair.

Seeing Brother Zian's chest go up and down quickly, I noticed he gulped like he was agitated. It must be because he saw my thighs exposed just now. Or steal a look at my cleavage?

"Sister omes!" I snatched without answering his question.

"My name is Zian, don't call Brother Omes." Brother Zian responded gently. He didn't look at me, his eagle eyes were staring to the side.

Ih, this is a satirized person even as if I don't understand what I mean. I thought omes was the name of the man.

"Omes, perverted brain!" That's the name that from yesterday played in my brain for my sister-in-law. It's a fact that he's a perverted brain. I'm sure it is.

His forehead wiggling. "Fai .. How do you say that?"

"But Brother's eyes are beautiful!" I got up carelessly from the chair while rubbing my back head, a little quail and spinning.

"Fai, I'm not good. Your thoughts are always negative to me." Zian has always defended himself. Where is there a ngaku?

Brother Zian his hand was like it was going to hold my arm for seeing me stagger.

"Lift your hand, brother! Don't try to hold it!" I'm warning you because this Zian sis is a hero. Do I think I'm happy with what I helped?

Surprisingly, Brother Zian raised his two arms up at my command. Like a reflex, like a criminal who's afraid of being shot by a cop.

Funny, anyway. But I don't want to smile let alone laugh to see him act so silly.

"OK, sorry.... " Sister Zian then scratched his head.

"I'm waiting for Mas Raka, you should know yourself, don't stay here." Without further ado, I rebuke him. 

"I've been here since, Fai. There is no intention to accompany you, let alone disturb you," he said casually. Brother Zian then entered the living room.

Lazy may want to serve me, even though I still want to be angry with him.

Cellphone's ringing. Mas Raka called ....

"Hello, Mas."

"I'm home a little late, honey. Around nine, wait for ya."

"Yes well, Mas .. I'm ready to wait."

"Take it easy, his first night is still really, baby," teased Mas Raka.

"Yes, don't let it not be," I replied to her. 

"Ready, Sweetie. We're at war tonight." Mas Raka's laughter sounded. I smiled happily at my husband.

After ending the call. I'm in. Meet Mama in the middle room.

"Well, you're not home yet, son?"

"Yet, Ma. He said he'd be home by nine at night." 

"Oh, yes. He was always busy and excited about his work. May success and happiness be with you." Mama rubbed my shoulder.

"Aamiin, Ma."

Mama-in-law like me who is always amazed by the tenacity and hard work of Mas Raka in building his business.

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I had dinner together, Mama-in-law, Aris and Brother Zian.

"My friend Wijaya is possessed, Ma. Because of pissing. There was another Dion who suddenly disappeared from the tent in the middle of the night."

"Where were they found?" ask Mama.

"Until two days, we're looking for Dion. As it turned out, Dion .. was on top of a tall and large tree. We had trouble helping him get down. According to Dion, he was taken by ugly-faced grandfathers. Dion said he kept shouting but no one heard. Tau-tau, it's already hanging on the tree."

I'm a coward, I don't like it the most when someone tells a horror story. How else, had to listen to the story of Aris.

"When in a new place, always be careful. Don't spit, let alone pee recklessly" Mama's message said.

"Yes, let alone in a new place, in my room, ever in the corner I see a big black creature with red eyes, hiy! Our house has ghosts too, right?"

The fur of my romance immediately stood up, Aris' story scared me even more.

"Not a ghost, it must be a genie who wants to kidnakutin you because rarely teach," said Kak Zian to Aris. Mocked his youngest sister.

"Yes the most, Brother." Aris laughed a little. "There was also a white-and-white floating outside the window. Like a kuntilanak, laughing giggling like that. Time because I'm soaked in kuntilanak?"

Mama and Brother Zian laughed softly at Aris's words. Me? Eating so out of focus, quietly looking out the kitchen window. Start imagining the no-no.

I remember that I never taught again after High School. The laziest when asked to teach. My recitation of the Qur'an is not good either. Hopefully, I do not see and not visited by subtle creatures like the story of Aris. Amit-amit!

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I'm already holy from menstruation. The heart starts to feel happy at once.

I opened the closet. Touching a red shirt made of thin and bright that is still folded in plastic.

I smile. "This lingerie will decorate my body. Mas Raka must be happy to see me wearing it."

I spoke to myself with a flowery feeling. Can't wait for Mas Raka to get home from work. Can't wait to sip the sweetness of the first night ....

Half hour nine nights ....

Mas Raka almost came home. So I wear this lingerie. Then, smile. Imagine Mas Raka admiring every curve of my body.

As I circled in front of the mirror wearing the night 'dinas' shirt of these wives, the lights went out, did it go out?

In addition to my phobia, I am also afraid of the dark. 

My heart beats faster, fumbling towards the dresser. Searching my cellphone. Apesnya, the phone I was looking for, got to slide my hand and fell to the floor.

Hopefully not broken. I crouch. Fumbles. Touch screen. Yes ... rupture. Press the button to turn on. Stay not on.

It started raining outside. Fell by lightning flashes. Hopefully the lights will not be out long. 

Looking at the window, the white curtains twitched. I'm getting goosebumps. Aris's story at dinner is back. Ah, serem. I hope Mas Raka gets home soon. 

My eyes could not hold, looking at the corner of the room. Whether because it is affected by Aris's story or indeed in this house there is a ghost, there are two eyes ....

"Han-ghantuuuu ...!" my screams. The feet feel heavy to step. "Guuuuu!"

I tried to run to the door. The heart jumps out of its place.

After successfully turning the door hendel with trembling hands, I went out and continued shouting. Descending from the stairs carelessly, my body became weak so much from fear.

"Hey ... What's wrong?" Mas Raka Voice.

I fumbled and immediately hugged her in the dark central room. "There are ghosts, there are jin ... dedemit, genderuwo, Mas!"

I scoffed indistinctly and hugged Mas Raka more and more. Mas Raka did not embrace me back. His body was stiff, tense.

"Di-ma-na's? In your ka-mar, Fai?" This stammered voice was like a voice ...? The perfume is also not like the fragrance of Mas Raka. But the perfume of Brother Zian.

My face is hot. How can I not tell the difference between Mas Raka and Kak Zian when my mind is upset and scared. So what am I hugging, Brother Zian?

I took off my hug. It's scarier than seeing two red eyes just now.

At that time the lights were alive, the middle room was bright, and I was like a lightning strike when I realized coming down still wearing lingerie!

My body trembled, sculpted, stunned, for a moment not knowing what to do. Limply. Embarrassed. Want to be angry, but angry at who? 

I just want to cry! Tears fell, as the sound of my sobbing could not hold.

Brother Zian moved to take off his jacket. "Wear .. Get in your room. Don't cry" he said, shrugging his jacket to cover my chest and stomach, turning his face to the left.

Brother Zian's voice also shook somewhat. I don't know what he's thinking? I don't know what she felt after I accidentally hugged her tightly? And she also saw me just wearing lingerie. Surely the normal male soul is turbulent.

I grabbed the jacket, Brother Zian immediately turned around and stepped away from me. 

I had to wear Zian's jacket, afraid that there was someone else in the house who also saw me wearing only lingerie. I climbed the stairs and kept crying. 

Why is it like this? The first to see my sex body in lingerie was my sister-in-law, not my husband! 

“I'm sorry, Mas ...” There is a sense of guilt in Mas Raka .. although I did not intentionally do it.

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