Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

My plan

He speechlessly dripped the red medicine on my wound, and immediately bandaged it with a bandage. I sobbed and hissed because of the pain.

We stood face to face, the smell of her masculine perfume smelling the nose. His warm breath blew to my face as we stood close enough.

I was not at all happy with his actions because I was still very upset with him even though he tried to help me this way, not at all to ease my emotions on him.

When he finished putting up the bandage ....

“Soaring!” I said rudely, not thanking him.

Brother Zian looked up, for a moment our gazes met.

“Soaring!” my ul. This time I glared at him. “What a look!”

Brother Zian frowned his two thick eyebrows, giving way by shifting towards the left while wiping his chest.

Maybe it was a shock because I kept getting angry at him.

“Lewat only, Fai. Don't be angry,” he said in a soft tone.

“Huh! Damn carrier!” I clenched my feet and left the kitchen.

Stomach pain, the wound on my hand also felt sore. Plus still upset with my sister-in-law. It made me unable to hold my tears until I got to my room.

I closed my mouth so my husband wouldn't hear my cries. But, Mas Raka squirmed, then opened her eyes.

"Hmmm, honey, haven't slept?" Mas Raka squinted her eyes while looking at me.

"Not yet, Mas."

"Hey, why are you crying, honey?" Mas Raka shuffled after realizing I was crying. Face astonishment.

"Here, my hand's got a knife." I showed you my bandaged hand.

"Oh my God, when? How come you get a knife at night?" Mas Raka blew my right hand.

"That's me ...." I don't want to explain that I just got mad at Brother Zian while I was pounding the table and my hand was hit by a knife. "I just went to the kitchen because my stomach hurt. If I'm menstruating I always will."

That's what came out of my mouth. Again, not telling the truth.

"Oh, why don't you wake me up, honey. Hmm ... What now?" Mas Raka turned to stroking my stomach. Still with a worried tone.

"It's light." I don't want this discussion to continue. My stomach still hurts.

"Usually to be healed?" Mas Raka wiped my tears.

"Compress warm water, or drink sour turmeric. Just, I don't have the supplies."

"Oh. It hasn't been compressed?" ask Mas Raka for attention.

"No, I didn't get any water because my hand was hit by a knife." I explained not connecting.

"Let's get some warm water, yeah." Mas Raka smiled. He asked me to lie down. He wiped the tears on my cheek again and let out my forehead.

"Sorry to interrupt me on these nights."

"It's okay, dear ...." Mas Raka touched my cheek gently. His treatment always made me melt.

Mas Raka came out, soon entered again carrying a basin of warm water and a plate.

"Sister Zian boiled cassava at night. This must be good, you want it, honey?"

Means Mas Raka met Kak Zian? I hope he doesn't tell me anything.

"Ti-no, Mom. Thanks, I don't like cassava," I refused. I don't like cassava, from small it's good if eating cassava even a little.

Mas Raka asked me to lie down. He took a small towel and compressed my stomach.

"Hm, look at the stomach like this, mas so I can't wait for this stomach to bulge ...."

"Yeee, so Mas would rather have a distended stomach than a slim belly like this?"

Mas Raka laughed a little. "Don't you, I mean, this stomach guy has the contents of his baby's grandpa that way, our son."

I also became a little amused and laughed softly, "Oh .. I thought Mas wanted me fat."

"You are slim or fat, Faizara is my true love. Love my life and death.”

"Damn, gombaaal! Don't say the word die, dong, Mas.” I said spoiled.

“Emang why say love my life and death, hm?” Mas Raka pinched my cheek.

“I'm afraid to say dead,”.

Mas Raka laughed. “All who live will die, dear. Want to live on?”

“Iya, don't discuss that word, ah!” I hugged my dear husband. Feel comfortable in his arms.

“Oke, Babe.” Mas Raka also teased me by hugging me very tightly.

“Don't cry, Mas!”

“Why?”

“Sesaaak!”

“Yuk, cobain eat boiled cassava, this is natural. No preservative.” Mas Raka suddenly remembered with boiled cassava made by Kak Zian. He's asking me to wake up.

The natureak! Mas Raka took a piece and brought it closer to my mouth.

“No, Mas!” I shake my head strongly.

“Try this boiled cassava shadowy your favorite food, darling. You will like it too. Yuk, cobain.”

I saw that piece of boiled cassava, which I imagined was not my favorite food, but .. the face of the man in brown skin, with thin sideburns on both cheeks ....

“Hueeeek, hueeeek!” I'm gonna throw up. “Keep, Mas. Keep ...!”

I push Mas Raka's hand holding the cassava.

“Sorry, sorry, Darling.” Mas Raka put the cassava back on the plate.

“Hiiih, the cassava face is ugly!” my tease is back to vomit.

“Hah? Since when does cassava have a face?” Raka asked in wonder.

“I mean, cassava is ugly.” I shudder. Ugly exactly the boiled! Wew ....

“Oah, you're funny, honey. This cassava was carried away from the mountain by a handsome and stocky man ...” Mas Raka smiled wryly. Praising her brother.

“Sih!”

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Naya laughs when I confide in her via video call. Mas Raka has been to the office, so I picked a story on Naya this morning.

"Ih, Deck. What's so funny? Ma'am again bete even betawain," sewotku. Seeing my little sister just way it's spinning around.

"Well, Mbak's brother-in-law is not wrong. He was right, warning Mbak not to use a towel when drying laundry, then Mbak was angry with him. What's wrong? Until you get angry at him?"

"Yes, but I'm upset, he saw my body when my towel fell." Uh! I clenched my teeth.

I saw my sister who had just graduated from High School closing her mouth while rounding her eyes.

"Huh? So Mbak's towel .. sagging?"

"Yes." Yeah." I nodded while sighing heavily.

"Means her sister-in-law saw ...? Whoops!" Naya pat jidat.

"Yes, lah. If only he had not sent the letter. I wouldn't know if he saw my aura, huh! He purposely embarrassed me, that's why I was angry with him" I lamented manyun while looking at my bandaged right hand.

"Yeee, Ma'am is indeed his clothes are still mini-mini.”

“Iya, anyway. But he saw my old body, Nay!”

“Iya, let alone Mbak's body there is a scab.” Naya guiltlessly returned to tease me.

“Ck! Seamless tau!”

“Lagian tumben Mbak nyuci himself, is there a helper? You're the laziest when it comes to washing."

"I'm just washing my underwear, kok.”

In my own home, I never wash heavy clothes. I just wash my underwear sometimes.

"Continue apesnya the towel sagged and looked at his brother-in-law then Mbak emotional keingin the brother-in-law immediately get out of there." Naya laughed again.

"Yes, I'm the same as him! Look, my hand last night got a knife when I got mad at him." I showed my bandaged right hand, this wound still hurts.

"Huh? Ma'am angry at him? While using a knife, waduh ... You are sadistic!" Naya shuddered.

"Don't want to stab him too kaleee .. This is because Mbak kicked the table unconscious there was a knife."

Naya let out a laugh, "But I got that karma!"

I'm advancing the lips. In the brain began to look for ways that my sister-in-law did not linger in my husband's house anymore. But how?

"Daddy, any ideas? So that Zian doesn't feel right here?" ask me while squinting my eyes.

"Seriously Ma'am wants to expel her brother-in-law?"

"Seriously, Deck. Hih, I feel allergic to having him here."

"Geez, Miss Fai is so evil, anyway?" Naya shook her head.

"Let's go, Ma'am want him home soon."

"Huu .. I was curious about her sister-in-law, what was her face like?"

"Dangerous!" sahutku. "Brewokan, it looks really ndeso."

"If we hate someone, it certainly looks ugly, Ma'am. Try if we love, that's fine what we see. Don't hate her sister-in-law too much" Naya suggested. My sister's tumben doesn't support me.

"Sok wise," my lips made Naya laugh again.

Seriate