Buying Wife

part#10

The son is silent. While Mahira even looks ordinary more to sumringah with a smile that never goes away.

"Son, explain the same mother. What does it mean you'll have children soon? what are you–"

"No, Mak. Mean–"

"Gini mom. Fortunately, my mother came before I even wanted to ask my mother how to give birth to children. You see yesterday, Mr. Son kissed me, he said it was an inner living. Mr. Putra said that inner living can make us have children. I'm worried about aeni, Mak. He is often like his girlfriend. What if he has a child? I'm not married yet."

The son could barely keep his mouth shut when he heard Mahira who could never stop while talking.

"Yes Gusti." Mom rubs her head. He looks so frustrated. A moment later, my mother laughed. "Be careful what you say, Son. Huh, ah! mom wants to sleep. Weary. Tomorrow you must go home."

"Tomorrow?" Surprised son.

"Yes, Mahira also came home. Mom's afraid she's you're making a living inwardly again."

Ledekan Emak managed to make the face of the Son blush. They sit back on the swing.

"Bi Mirah has not returned. I have to go home. Who will take care of whose father? Can you cook? who is the clothes of Father? whose shoes are smearing? well, if you catch wind like yesterday how? the time of the father, the security guard. But it's okay, the energy he's bigger must be more feeling, later I say the same security guard for ngerokin backs Mr, bi–"

"Here you go, let's eat." The son reached out his hand and was greeted by Mahira. They walked back to the middle of the show. Take food and then sit at a table by the pool.

The son ate with gourmand. While Mahira is still busy thinking about how Putra and his life after he returned home, while Bi Mirah has not returned.

"Hey! why bengong?"

"Emm?" Mahira surprise. The girl took a tissue and wiped the food dirt on the corner of the Son's lips. "Eat is still a mess. What if no one wants to take care of you here? Bi Mirah when I return, I can relax back home. If so, how can I just go home? why did my mom come home? try to make a promise that you will not give me naf–"

The son covered Mahira's mouth with his index finger. When the people around you hear his words. It can be a different story.

"Eat it first. We'll think about that later."

"But, Mr ...."

"Eat and be quiet." The son glared and it made Mahira want to shut up and finish her food.

Event finished. The family from the village had returned to the hotel. There were only a few EO officers tidying things up.

"Gue back yes. The kids are sleeping too." Wiwin and his family.

"Thank you, yeah. Don't forget my wedding's two weeks away."

"definitely. I'm back. Met malem."

"Be careful on the road."

"Okeh."

The son took a long breath. He stood in front of the pool. Enjoy the cold of the night that seems to be raining soon. Very small water droplets had started to come down. Drizzling.

Not wanting her body soaked when it rained, she ran small towards the house. Slender. People are asleep. There was only a small whimper from his smallest bang.

The steps of the Son when climbing the first rung of stairs stopped. He heard a voice coming from the kitchen. Out of curiosity, the Son finally turned his steps. As soon as he got to the front door of the kitchen, he saw Mahira was looking busy with some food on the table.

"Mahira. What do? it's already night."

The little heart of the Son was touched. This girl is really innocent and innocent. Not only that, he was so kind and considerate. Undeniably, Putra felt that Mother was not wrong to choose this time.

"Mahira."

"Yes, Sir. What was? need anything? I'll help you."

"Turn off the water tap. Look here."

Mahira obeyed what the Son commanded. After her hands dried, the girl approached the Son, standing right in front of him. The little girl looked up as she looked at the Son's face.

"Why are you doing all this?"

"Oooh, I was talking a lot. She explained what marriage and husband and wife are. What is a born and inner living. How should I behave and what are the rights and obligations of husband and wife. Now I'm trying, sir."

Son smile.

"Come here." The son opened both his hands. Asking Mahira to enter his arms. Mahira looked doubtful and made the Son pull his small body.

"thank you. I promise I will try like you. Be a good husband."

Mahira smiled widely. He felt his heart beating faster. And it was felt by the Son.

"Why is your heart so fast?"

"Eitherway. I was like this this this time too. It feels so bad. My hands are also cold, sir," he said. Still in the arms of the Son. "Maybe my dad was too tight. So I can't breathe" he added.

Putra knows, that's not why Mahira's heart is beating fast. Soon she let go of her embrace. "I'm going to bed soon."

The son soon passed away leaving Mahira. The girl still held her chest. His heart was not beating normally as usual.

Mahira tried to catch her breath and let her out slowly, failing. His heart is still beating fast. Regardless of his feelings, Mahira continued his activities to prepare various foods for him to store in the refrigerator.

Time is getting late. Without him knowing the clock has shown at two in the morning. Once he finished putting everything in the refrigerator, he immediately cleaned himself up and then laid his body on the mattress. Although his body was tired, his eyes could not be closed.

Mahira rubbed her face rough when she remembered the face of the Son. The shadow as Putra kissed her lips just flashed through her mind. And it makes his face warm. Without him noticing, a smile was engraved on his face. Every now and then he held his lips and tried to feel the breath of the Son at that moment. Fragrant.

Mahira's daydreams disappeared instantly as she heard a voice in the dining room. His feet just came down and put on sandals. He exited the room towards the source of the sound.

Mahira clearly saw Putra drinking water in front of the open refrigerator. His body suddenly froze. He's having trouble moving.

"Geez!" The son was surprised when he turned his body and saw Mahira sculpting.

"Why stand without a sound? just be surprised."

Mahira remained silent. He looked at the face of the Son who was highlighted by the light of the lamp peering out from behind the crack. The atmosphere at the time was dull. Only a few small lights were lit and the lights were deliberately lit in some rooms.

"Why is your chest? it hurt?" son asked when he saw Mahira squeezing his chest which felt tight. He just kept quiet without answering. The son downed the rest of the water in the glass with his eyes slightly glancing towards Mahira. The son himself had trouble swallowing the drink, he knew what really happened to Mahira.

"I go to sleep first. You too."

The son just walked past Mahira. And Mahira still held his chest. He did not want to lose his heart that was like he was about to jump out of place.

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