Frisson

Divert attention

Upon returning from meeting Rara, I immediately headed to the table and put make-up on my face. I noticed in the powder mirror, my face now began to be covered from a strange impression after crying earlier.

The srek!

Gara has returned from talking to Rara. He sat down just as I was done polishing my thin face. Of course I can't look up and look at him. Trying to keep focusing on other things so as not to get stuck with him.

"You've been crying?" tanya Gara made me look up. That question without further ado surprised me. "What do I confess is that you were the first woman to do ...."

"May! What will lunch be?" tanyaku deliberately amplifies the volume of the sound with the intention of stopping the sentence Gara. I don't want anyone else to know about it. Seems successful. Because it seems to understand that he does not have to extend the words because of the appearance of Memey there.

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I cleaned the rest of the make-up with my favorite milk cleanser. Although complicated, I still wear a makeup cleaning routine like this. Because with this my originally dry skin becomes a little more moist. A thorough cotton swab cleansed my face.

I looked at my face in the mirror. But the shadow appears there.  I blinked and shook my head. Means to remove the shadow of Gara that appears without permission.

The sound of the door sounded disturbing. My head turned towards the door. Just then Hanen opened the door and entered into the room. His body was still in full work clothes. Even though the hours of returning home from work had already passed, this man had just arrived home. No need to ask, she must be with Kayla.

"You just got home?" I was like a fool asking.

"With clothes like this of course I just came home," Hanen replied as if distracted by getting a question from me.

"Have you had dinner? I can prepare it." I'll get up from the dresser.

"Don't do things in vain and exhausting." I stood up because I felt the answer meant she refused. It could also mean.

The man opened his tie and suit. Then throw haphazardly onto the single sofa in the corner. The tail of my eyes followed the scattered clothes.

Looks like he's exhausted. Not finished taking off the shirt, he was lying down and quickly fell asleep. I let out a breath. I approached the sofa in the corner. Tidying up his work coat. This guy always throws his clothes off. He never asked me to do it, but I felt the need to do it. Actually, it was natural for the wife.

I looked at the face of Hanen who was fast asleep. You ... why do you need to make a play like this if you really want to marry Kayla? What guarantee makes you force yourself to marry me even if you have no love for me?

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In the morning, I was in the kitchen. I deliberately busied myself to reduce my thoughts about Gara. Although my cooking was once rejected by Han, but I was not discouraged. Maybe this time it worked.

The man who became my husband on the paper appeared. Seeing me prepare breakfast, I'm sure he understood that the food at the dinner table was my work. A breath sounded from his lips.

"Sister, we should have breakfast together," said Rara who seemed to know that Han was leaving. He purposely said that to prevent Han from undoing the breakfast intent. "Isn't it our mother's purpose to stay here so that we can stay as well together as we used to be?" rara asked with a typical spoiled tone of a sister.

"All right ..." Maybe as the man who became my husband he wasn't the best, but he was a good brother. Might as well.

Han sat at the head of the table. As the head of the family and the owner of this mansion, he indeed deserved to sit there. I don't know why I felt so mellow this morning. My heart always wanted to express my admiration for him.

Maybe because there was still love in my heart or .. for not wanting to think of anything else that was a bonus of torturing my mind, I wanted to refocus my already broken attention on him. The man I originally loved.

I put the coffee in front of Han. As a smoker, he loved coffee. His eyeballs glanced at the coffee I was serving. Without talking, he drank it. My chest was puffed up with pleasure. How lyrical. It's just that I'm happy.

I'm sure someone else's two eyeballs kept watching me. Since then. From the beginning he went into the dining room and sat down.

"You want me to make coffee too, don't you?" many intentionally. He's been watching me since. I tried to make him stop to just keep looking at me by offering him.

"I'm not a smoker. I don't like black coffee. Brother can make me a cappuccino if it's not a hassle." It turns out that Gara asked to make something. I thought my reprimand would make him stop his sight of me. Turns out my offer was received raw. This isn't Gara.

"Yes. I can make that." I had to stand up and head for the pantry. The aunt in the kitchen who heard that had prepared water for cooking.

"Let me make miss ..," he whispered. "Miss breakfast."

"Why not make it yourself? Zia's sister also wants to have breakfast and go to work?" rara asked disapprovingly.

"Just fulfill his offer," replied Gara briefly.

"Why follow Zia's offer?" sulcan Rara.

"Because he offered it." Because stay in his mind.

"Ih, it could be that Brother Zia just felt sorry for Brother Gara because he just kept looking at Kak Han's coffee cup. So mindlessly offer coffee." Rara has another opinion.

"I'm a good man. So when someone offers me something, especially something that doesn't hurt me, I have to accept it. Of course it's because I respect Brother Hanen too." Because he is good at talking and kink apparently.

"Can you call that a good person?" tanya Rara did not understand her brother's intentions. Lips throbbing. He shook his head and put food in his mouth.

But I understand what Gara means. He said that to me. He scoffs at me who deliberately offered to offer up but then tried to dodge and act cold. In my case, Gara was innocent.

Hanen watched her two sisters arguing. Then look towards me who is carrying a cup of hot cappuccino. I put it next to Gara's plate.

"Thank you" he said, looking up. I just nodded to hear him say thank you. I'm trying to keep our eyes from turning in the moment. Then I sat back in my chair. Continuing a delayed meal due to the behavior of Gara. I found Han seeing me. Wh why? Why is he looking at me?

"Is there anything you need?" many spontaneous.

Han silently did not answer. He answered my question for a few seconds. "No." After that, he looked back at his food plate.

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While walking down the corridor to the elevator, my phone rang, apparently the number of my in-laws. Han's Mama.

"Yes, Ma."

"Zia, there's a sister's wedding. You came with Han."

"Good Ma. When's show?"

"Later."

"Suddenly, Ma."

"Yes. Mama forgot to tell you." There was a funny laugh realizing his mistake there. He must have felt guilty telling me. "You can come, right?"

"E .. yes. Mama told Han?"

"Yet. Mama just told you. Please come yes. Mama doesn't feel good if you guys don't come. It's wrong mama just told me because she forgot."

"Good Ma. I'll tell Han."

"Thank you, baby ... Tell the other two mothers. They must come too."

"Gara and Rara?"

"Yes. Two of my mom's kids were there hehehe ..."

"Good Ma." My feet are at the elevator door. When the elevator door opened, someone appeared there. Han and Kayla.