I Love You's..... Elder sister

NEW HOUSE

We arrived in front of a modern split level house. We got out of the car. Brother Nicho took my hand. There are seven stairs to enter the house. Arriving at the top of the stairs there are 2 pieces of brown rattan terrace chairs along with a round table. The color is in line with the wooden wall decoration behind it. When entering the living room there is a leter sofa L colored old ash. The size of the space is about 3x3.5 m. There is a wooden coffee table. Behind the wall hung some pretty frames.

I'm stuck at the entrance of this house.

"Let's go in. You wanna stand there?" Sister Nicho extended her hand.

"Ahhh... Whose house is this?"

"So who asked to have whose house?" askalanya.

I blinked my eyes. Don't tell me that Sister Nicho bought this house because I said I didn't want to live in Kak Nicho's cramped apartment.

Ohhh... My... This is totally beyond belief!

"Yes, he entered. I'm the laper!" Brother Nicho pulled my hand.

He walked into the kitchen next to the living room without a partition. Outside there is an outdoor dining room with a direct view towards the pool complete with splashing water from the sound of a waterfall.

I was overwhelmed by the beautiful view of this house. It seems like Brother Nicho is getting mad at giving me everything with just a word that I unconsciously said. Giilla....

I did dream of a house with a swimming pool and a waterfall. But should Sister Nicho follow my dream while we have no official ties?

I walked to the swimming pool. The splashing sound of his artificial waterfall adds to the romantic atmosphere. In addition, the flickering of stars in the sky is shahdu.

"Bec... Um... baby!" Brother Nicho called me. I'm turning.

"I'm laper! Masakin!" Sister Nicho stroked her stomach.

Lips cone. Her face is adorable. I'd love to pinch her cheek.

I approached him standing in front of the bar. I immediately opened the refrigerator that became one with the kitchen set.

Waahhh. Ahhh. I skimmed yesterday on his empty refrigerator, now his new refrigerator is fully loaded.

I looked towards him.

"Aren't you sick?" I put my palm on his forehead.

Hand brushed. He threw his face in the other direction. It looks like Sister Nicho is sick. I stared in her direction.

"What???" he asked, he was wrong.

"Don't you want me to cook you some porridge? It looks like Sister Nicho is sick?!"

"NO!" answer's short. Nicho's sister sits on the front dining chair of the bar table that connects with the kitchen set.

"Yaudah nasi goreng yes. Tiara can't cook this"

Wooww. which is true on magiccom is available white rice. I don't know who's cooking? Forget it doesn't matter. I have to cook immediately. Nicho must be very hungry.

A dish of seafood fried rice has been served. Sister Nicho stared hungry at my fried rice. Smile them. Take a tablespoon and then taste it.

The thumb of his left hand was shuffling. Steady is what it means. He ate the voraciously fried rice without the slightest bit left.

We spent the night in Nicho's new home. There are actually several rooms in this house but Sister Nicho insisted on taking me to the room with him. Room with direct view towards swimming pool and waterfall.

I like water. As much as any matter of life with the splashing sound of running water, makes me calm.

*****

Her morning.

I showered. Then make breakfast for both of us. There was rice yesterday. It would be a shame if it had to be thrown away. I made him some fried rice again. This time I added a few scoops of canned beef. Breakfast is available now is the time I wake up Sister Nicho.

"Not awake!" I shook his shoulder a few times.

"Emmm..."

"Sir, you stay here if you don't want to get up!"

"Bentar darling. Still sleepy" his voice raspy typical of people waking up. Nicho pulled his blanket over his body.

There's no other choice.

I kissed Sister Nicho's cheek . Sister Nicho widened her eyes. He pulled my hand. I fell on his body.

Damnit damnit! I've woken up a perverted lion !

"So, it's noon Tiara's late. The fried rice is also cold hunting not good!" I was struggling to get up from his body.

He whispered softly.

"Just like this for a while" My heart beat so hard.

I pinched Nicho's stomach. Sister Nicho grimaced in pain. I got up and left in front of him.

"Sister hunt shower. Mesum in the morning that makes a windfall drag!" I said when I got to the door.

A moment after that Kak Nicho was neat complete with a tosca-colored suit. The color was in a bundle with the blouse suit I was wearing today. I shook my head in disbelief at her childish behavior. Could it be that during the five years of separation we made him so possessive. Not wanting to part with me.

Didn't we deserve to tie this relationship into a more serious one?

Weddings.

We do not love each other. We do not need each other.

And when yesterday I met with the President, he did not show any objection to our relationship? Could it be that I will feel happiness like everyone else feels with the bond of marriage?

Is it enough that marriage is based on love? The sacrifices so far will be enough to make us happy together?

Losing Sister Nicho is the reason I forgot a word called "Marriage". Now that we're together again, will I be ready for marriage?

Is there a desire in his heart to get me married?

Thousands of questions danced in my mind. Can I get through every storm that forges this relationship?

Can we survive if God presents a third person in our relationship? Can I survive and trust him completely?

I'm 25 years old. That's enough age to be a wife and a mother. Can I feel this joy forever? Can I feel the chance to have a whole little family?

Mothers... Father....Tiara misses you guys so much. Can Tiara form a warm family like you?

I accidentally shed tears. I'm sure Sister Nicho loves me but I'm not sure Sister Nicho will marry me. He's so far away and hard to hold. The walls stand there.

Sister Nicho wiped the tears that fell on my cheek. His face looks worried.

"Why you, baby?"

"I miss Mom and Dad!" my tears flowed without excuse.

"I know" Sister Nicho refocused her gaze toward the road.