Married to my Foster Father

Hugs

By midnight Indrawan could not close his eyes at all. He flipped - turned his body on the soft mattress. He looks like a teenage girl. Sometimes a smile on its own reminisces about the sweet memories that like to be silent - quietly enter the room of his daughter and steal a short ketchup on her ripe lips.

Because he found his eyes hard to shut he sat on the edge of the bed. Then step towards the hotel room window.

"I can go crazy".

He finally stepped towards the connecting door and opened it.

Indrawan walked towards the bed occupied by Laras. Looking at her natural beautiful face.

He went up to the bed with his heart, and he took the blanket out, and he lay down. Their faces faced Indrawan rubbed the innocent face and rubbed the tip of her hair, then hugged her. He soon fell asleep too.

In the morning Laras felt his body feel warm and heavy. He slowly opened his eyes, rubbed them for a while and directly rounded his eyeballs. As he sleeps cuddle with the man he considers father.

He slept with the arm of the 36-year-old. And they sleep hugging like a married couple. He looked at the grown man who was still asleep.

His feelings are increasingly convinced, if the man in front of him is not just considering him an adopted child. But he felt a feeling. He is not a foolish child who cannot distinguish between the feelings of parental affection and affection towards a partner. Papihnya so spoiled him lately let alone his possessive attitude makes him sure if his papih has a hidden purpose to him.

Slowly he woke up with a heart, he then got out of bed and went to the bathroom, after entering he did not immediately clean himself. He sat up on the closet.

He was confused as to how, whether to survive with his adopted family, or go home to his mother and gather with his sisters.

Long barrel pensive in the bathroom, tears down began to pour, since his father died he felt his life was always in the brink of sadness.

Now he does not lack the material, because Indrawan bears the burden of his family. But now that he understood, his papih did all that because there was a certain intent.

Since mamihnya rarely returned to his papih house poured his affection to Laras.

Tok...

"Dear you're in the bathroom so long." Say Indrawan while knocking on the bathroom door.

Burning barrel - rush to get up from the closet. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He was lazy to take a shower because it was still morning, in addition to his feelings were not good.

Chequek...

The bathroom door he opened.

"Darling, are you crying?" ask Indrawan

He saw that Laras' eyes were swollen and his face was red indicating that the girl was not well.

Baras was silent, he was confused as to what to answer. Because the truth is he was crying

Indrawan led Laras' hand and led him to the bed.

"In the morning, go to sleep, baby". Indrawan

Baras was silent he climbed on the mattress and curled his back to Indrawan.

Indrawan came to the mattress and fell asleep while hugging Laras from behind. He rubbed his hair.

"White why does papih sleep the same barrel? ask Laras still with a snuggled position. He was trembling in fear.

"Because it's a Crying Barrel?" instead of answering Indrawan asked back.

Laras did not answer he just nodded his head with a feeling of anxiety.

(hadeuuuh udh make part hareudang.. uh d reject as a result of making a rework. sorry it will be up late because 4 times revision..) do not forget like yaaaaaaaaaaaa.