Love My Enemy's

Episode 7's

"Rigger ... "

That hoarse voice echoed inside his head.

"I beg you, brother, please tell Dad."

Cold sweat started to appear. The ever-changing sleeping position implies discomfort.

"Sister Bian, Mother, I want to stay with you. Please tell Dad ... "

The sound of rain at that time in fact could not care at all for his ears from the roar of the brother.

"Please, let Frike stay with us. Mas Atma heard for himself that he didn't want to."

The frail body of the mother who had originally clenched her two legs now crashed far away.

"Never will! I won't let my daughter be taken care of by a woman who isn't quite like you."

Wet, those two closed eyes were wet. Groping for a moment, Bian realized that he had managed to escape the dream, again.

"Suck!" his thin lips curled softly interspersed with his long fingers that rubbed his pushy face.

The tearful face was always haunting, making Bian choose not to sleep. Really, Bian was not brave enough to face Frike before he managed to make those people feel the same pain.

Glancing at the bellowing clock in his hand, Bian snorted in annoyance. Tck, even the long needle hasn't touched the number 1. Bian wasn't sure he could go back to sleep after a nightmare. Not to mention Lera's damn sofa is very uncomfortable for her back and neck.

It looks like it is raining outside. Bian thought when he saw the water speck attached to the window glass.

Stretching his feet to the floor, Bian then straightened himself up and began walking around Lera's fairly spacious but empty apartment. The remaining furniture is only the butut sofa and dining table in the pantry and stove.

"So it's not a figment?" sensual lips are monologue. He could imagine how annoyed and angry Lera was when faced with her Grandmother's madness. "I doubt he can even cook." Bian sneered when he found the stove on the marble still shiny.

"Looks like I'm going to die." cheered Bian before deciding to reach the doorknob and get in there.

After all these years, this was the first time Bian had re-entered a girl's room. Vanilla mixed with citrus immediately pierced Bian's nose, a typical fragrant Lera.

The minimal lighting because the main lights of the room were off did not stop Bian from researching the details of the room. Lera is good at renovating and arranging space apparently. The position of the bed is right in the middle of the room, on the right-hand side there is a small nightstand above which there is a sleeping lamp. Right in front of the bed there is a buffet that Bian believes that some time ago the buffet is for a television container with a super large size.

Oh, not only buffets, the dressing table also experienced the same hit. Up there is absolutely no makeup left, no perfume either.

Glancing at the other corner of the room, just then too Bian's laughter exploded. There stood a large closet surrounded by chains with a large padlock. "Hahaha I can't imagine how shocked Lera would be to see all this madness of her grandmother."

"Erry, don't be noisy!"

Bian gasped, his laughter instantly disappearing upon hearing Lera's scream.

Lera, the girl was still lying on the bed with her eyelids still closed.

"He just got delirious? Hmpt, funny .. "keh Bian as he walked closer. "How can you sleep with only a tank top and shorts, Lera? What if there's a guy who's secretly stalking you and barging in, hm?" bian muttered when he found Lera asleep with clothes that Bian did not think deserved to be called nightgowns.

Revealing a thick blanket on the bed, Bian quickly joined Lera under the same blanket.

"Erry, auntie told me not to hug if you want to sleep with tente!" namel Lera while pushing Bian's head which is at the intersection of his neck.

Bian chuckled as Lera thought she was Erry's little figure. "Good night." whispered Bian before pulling the figure closer and hugging him in warmth.

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