Exchanged CEO Bride

25. Picklock

Slender.

Briel spread his gaze, as he entered the courtyard of the house of Johandrian whom he had not visited for two years.

"Welcome Young Master," said the security guard who served by bowing his body.

Briel nodded, then she continued her footsteps inside followed by Adam behind her. Late middle night. That's why the atmosphere there is so quiet.

Briel stepped into his house. Some of the headlights have been extinguished, leaving few lights on. He draped his suit on one of the chairs in the dining room. He took a glass of water in the refrigerator because the throat felt dry. Dahaga ambushed him even though the air that night was quite cold.

"Well, there are two cans of soda. You want to not Dam?" Briel.

"Have. Where's the boss, just one."

"Only one, can not be more. This canned soda is only two cans. Nih... "

Briel threw the soda toward Adam. But unfortunately, it turns out that Adam is still less alert to catch the can that Briel threw for him. The soda cans that Briel threw were about the small urn that was on the dining table. The sound of ceramic shards sounded loud. The sound of broken jars being thrown down caused a commotion.

"Maling... "

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"Well.get up, Dad."

Tere shook Frans' body to wake up with him at this time.

"What the hell is it, Bun?" frans said with a typical voice of people who are waking up from their sleep. Eyes that look like adhesive, became a companion to Frans's face at that time.

"Dad thirsty isn't it?" tanya Tere spoiled.

"No, Bun. Right now, I'm sleepy, Bun."

After saying that, Frans immediately turned his back to Tere. He continued his delayed activities to dive into dreamland.

Tere clucked in annoyance. "God, you insensitive husband" tere said.

He immediately stepped down from the king-size bed, walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water to quench his thirst. With the drowsiness that followed, Tere tried hard to get to the kitchen, for the sake of a glass of water.

"Hahh husband invited to take a drink instead behind tiduooorr," he said while yawning.

"When does he want to be sensitive? There's no romance."

Tere walked with his eyes still half closed.

Pyars

Tere nodded in surprise. The sleepiness that had originally attacked him had gone away. His originally sleepy eyes were now perfectly open. A feeling of anxiety ambushed his heart. He heard the sound of ceramic shards that sounded loud.

"What's that sound? Is there a thief coming in?"

Tere was trying to find something nearby to use as a weapon. He found a duster that was still left there. Tere held tightly to his duster with both hands. He walked around, toward where the sound was coming from.

Until Tere saw the figure of a large tall man standing in front of an open refrigerator. Tere panic. He doesn't know what he should do.

"Maling... "

Tere shouted while banging the pot that he brought to the body of the figure's body. The figure was trying to protect his body with both hands.

"Mother.this is Briel, Bun. Don't beat up Briel!" said Briel who was still beaten by Tere.

"Feel this..taste this! Basic maning has no morals!"

"Mother." he said melas.

Instantly Tere stopped beating Briel. He could no longer bear to see the face of his own son who he thought was turning.

"Ouch, Bun. Sick, Bun!" Briel recovers from the pain when Tere accidentally hits Briel hard enough after he stops hitting her.

"Feel that! You bad boy, huh, Briel. Go home and not tell Mother first. What do you think you miss?" said Tere who was still upset because his son was the thief.

"Well, if you don't miss, Bun. Briel went back to Germany."

"Aww"

Again Briel complained as Tere's palm landed on Briel's upper arm. The taste is hot, but the taste is not refreshing.

"Basically, why are all men insensitive?" muttered Tere shirking.

"Make it dreadin first mother talk until the finish just assumed."

Briel held out a neat row of her teeth. Briel immediately hugged her mother. Briel hugged the old body tightly. The warm feeling of a mother's embrace calms her very much.

"Mother obviously miss dong with you."

The longing embrace of both is long enough. They treat each other with a sense of temporary loss that has lasted for two years. Adam was ignored by them. Adam just silently stared, speechless with what had just happened before his eyes. Mother and child's absurd activities.

"Where Bun! Where's the thief, Bun?!"

The panicked voice interrupted the two of them to stop the warm embrace between mother and child. They turned their faces toward Frans. Instantly Frans's face was initially panicked, now even rolling lazy eyeballs because he felt the same diprank of his son and wife.

Briel walked up to her father, wanting to hug him.

"Eitt wait a minute. Don't come near dad. I don't want to get the corona virus you accidentally brought." Frans stops Briel from hugging him. His actions made Briel lethargic for a moment.

"It's okay, Dad. I want to hug Mother," Briel replied with a smirk smile as she turned to approach Tere.

Frans chuckled. He walked over to Briel, hugging her tightly.

Frans laughing. "Dad joked Bri, that's just baper."

Briel returned the father's embrace equally tightly.

"Dam, was that there?" said Frans who realized the presence of Adam there after ending hugging activities.

"Udah, Dad." Adam pulled his lips up.

"Eh... Is there Adam too?" tere approached Adam. She hugged Adam like her own son. And so did Adam. He had considered Tere and Frans to be like his own parents.

"Already, already. Clean up and rest. Adam, choose yourself where you will rest" Frans said to stop their activities. He freed Adam to choose the bedroom that Adam would use, because in his home there are many rooms that are not used, but well maintained. Briel and Adam nodded.

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Meanwhile, Gea was lying in her room. He stared at the ceiling of the room to fill the silence that plagued him. Tonight he could not sleep even until midnight.

Gea got up from her sleep, picked up a little book on her desk. It scratches black ink on a white sheet in the solitude, solitude of the night.

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The Song of the Night

Lonely, silent, silent,

Endless as well.

Dark, dark, dark,

When will tomorrow come?

Crick

The sound of crickets becomes a melodious voice,

When all humans are busy diving into dreamland.

Cuckold, alone, alone,

'No one accompanied.

It's just the dark of the night

And the coldness of the greeting.

Kubersandar, up

Saying a long wish

When tomorrow will come soon,

Until the light shows its point on the eastern horizon?

There is a point.

Satisfying silent, lonely, alone, alone,

Dark, and dark.

Satisfying the sound of a cicada that only reads "Cric"

Replace it with a bird sound that sounds melodious and more colorful with a "cicitcuit" sound"

Provides positive ammunition that is soothing and warming.

The fruit of long waiting,

The silent song of the night.

🥀Gea Agatha - Asa

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