Last For Forever

Reina

Hearing Lesti's cry, Billar wrapped his body in a blanket and ran to smother his mouth. Billar doesn't understand why he's acting like a kid that om-om kidnapped. Billar's gaze collided with Lesti's bright brown netra that looked terrified. Meanwhile, the blanket wrapped around his body slowly sagged and fell, leaving Billar's body exposed with white shorts above the knees.

Lesti went back to buying, momentarily staring at her husband's ridiculous stature before finally being closed to not see this sight.

Unfortunately, this man who is her husband even holds her tightly as soon as she releases the provision. Lesti could hear Billar's heartbeat very clearly, and he felt a sense of warmth as his white skin greeted him.

Billar. “Why you? Are we husband and wife?”

Lesti could only fall silent, with his eyes still closed. In a second, Lesti felt more comfortable in Billar's shocking embrace.

“In fact, on the first night, we missed this. We are both silent staring at the ceiling of the room.”

For whatever sake, Lesti acknowledged what Billar said just now. On the first night, which was a special night for a newly married couple, he and Billar were silent, face-to-face, naked but feeling unfamiliar.

“Why? I am your husband, and you are my wife.”

Lesti slowly opened her eyes, all her might trying to stay sane in the middle of her husband's chest field. He looked up at Billar, his eyes were sad and scared. “Sorry, a-I'm gu-gup.”

Billar's laughter exploded at Lesti's reply, this wife is really special. After that, he took off his crib, then grabbed the t-shirt and holster in his closet.

“Come, he said he wanted me to imamin,” joked Billar.

Lesti blinked several times after being hypnotized by the sight of her husband's body. His hand reached for the white face he was carrying in the bag, Lesti put it on and held it in the back side corner.

Billar looked over to make sure his wife was ready.

“Allahu akbar!”

The age of marriage is still fairly early, both trying to keep going in rhythm and side by side. Both do not want something to happen that causes debate let alone quarrel, for whatever sake both of them love each other.

Although, Lesti really felt scratched when Billar mentioned Amanda's name lately to dreamland. Lesti's chest trembled violently upon hearing that, Lesti was jealous, of course. Because he loved Billar so much.

However, Lesti did not want to take a headache. Lesti tried to quell everything with a positive mind, he did not want to argue let alone fight. Lesti wants to live in heaven with Billar.

“Assalamualaikum warahmatullah.”.

“Assalamualaikum warahmatullah.”.

Lesti shakes Billar, and Billar pecks Lesti in the forehead. The two prayed fervently, after which Billar turned his body to look at Lesti. Stared in confusion, his forehead creased as if asking what he was doing.

“What?” ask Lesti, throw your face.

“Cantics.”

Lesti screeching. “Udah, ah, he said he wants to go to studio.”

Lesti tried to divert everything, but her husband smiled at her. You know, now Lesti is worried about her two cheeks that are definitely flushed when Billar's meaningful gaze strikes her.

“I'm still watching you,” whine Billar with pouting lips.

“Anaan anyway, let's spit!” reply Lesti while releasing the mucus and tidying it back up as before.

“Cium first.” Billar increasingly whining, even the position of his feet has berselonjor like a fussy little boy asking to be bought ice cream.

Lesti who was putting on the hijab gasped and looked at Billar hesitantly. “A-what the hell, ticklish tau!”

“Yes already, don't want to go anywhere.” Billar folded his two hands in front of his chest.

“Yang, plis! Come!” Lesti snorted in annoyance.

“Cium first,” pinta Billar.

“I'm your husband, so kiss me first. Right cheek, left cheek, keep lip.” Billar allowed his lips to continue pouting.

For a while Lesti looked at her husband, then approached him.

“Thank you!” pinta Billar stretched out his hand. This guy is really acting like a kid.

Lesti complied, he cradled Billar's body to stand in front of him. And most shockingly, Billar's body suddenly bowed looking at Lesti with still maintaining a childlike expression.

“Cium.”

Lesti let out a long sigh, then advanced her lips towards Billar's right cheek. Before actually touching Billar's cheek, Lesti closed his eyes.

The cup!

Quickly, Billar gave his left cheek, and Lesti immediately dipped it.

The cup!

Billar smiled, he saw his wife who closed her eyes very adorable. Before, Lesti kissed her lips, she first advanced and a cup of one gentle kiss landed on Lesti's lips and held out for a few seconds.

Lesti gnashed, jerked. With lips that were still greeting, Lesti saw a twinkle on Billar's face. Lesti was suddenly nervous, and ended the kiss.

“A, hmm,” deham Westi.

“Ya, yuk already!” Unwilling to see his wife drowning in the frozen sea, Billar ended this serious and opium-filled joke. Billar knows, Lesti is still innocent and yes adorable.

“I-iya.”

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Only fifteen minutes, Billar and Lesti have arrived at the MRB studio that carries the monochrome concept. The studio that stands in the middle of this coffee and juice shop really looks busy. There were many rows of motorcycles parked in front of him, and several people in black white uniforms came in and out.

The location of this studio is really strategic, especially in front of it there is a private school, surely at the end of this studio semester will be very full. Moreover, the stretched wings have embraced the agency of models, and some artists. Yeah, that's how it was after Lesti found out about MRB Studio.

Billar and Lesti instantly entered and spread a smile to the candidate who was staring at him. After that, Arfan came out of the room followed by a woman who was familiar to Billar. The woman in the black white uniform, smiled at him as well as at Lesti.

“Reina?” said Billar.

“Eh, Brother Billar, how are you?” tanyanya politely.

“Good, you yourself?”

“I'm good too. Hello Brother?” reply Reina while greeting Lesti who was standing next to Billar.

Lesti smiled, the face of the woman before him was like a stranger. Yeah, she looks like Amanda, and it looks like she has a family bond with Amanda let alone Billar getting to know her. Maybe his brother, or his nephew.

“You applied too? Aren't you still in school?” ask Billar.

“Iya, Brother. Next week my graduation show sister, so you can say this is preparation,” reply Reina.

Arfan turned his face to look at the other candidates there. “Oke, next Fikri.”

“Oh, gitu.”

“Iya, Brother. If so, excuse me first,” said Reina while bowing her head, polite. I don't know, Reina feels she will be accepted to work here considering that these studio people already recognize her, let alone Billar she is her brother's ex-lover. Yes, his goal is to work here to ascertain or uncover his suspicions against Billar.

I'm sure there's something covered up from you, brother!

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