Marry my Raise Brother

Chapter 2

“Leen, please open the door. This is Brother Erka.”

A soft knock on the window of Ayleen's room strongly disturbed the 17-year-old girl. He had just fallen asleep after fighting with the textbooks. Ayleen girl class XII is facing the final test, preparing to finish high school and soon continue to college.

“Leen.”

“Leen, this is Brother Erka.”

“Leen.”

“Leen.”

The call along with the knock on the glass window only stopped when Ayleen's voice replied from inside.

“Ya, Brother.” The girl yawned while brushing against the window curtain. His eyes were half closed, peering at the handsome figure behind the bedroom window.

“Open the door.” Erka ruled in the darkness.

The night is getting bigger. The day had changed, the young man with a messy look seemed to fail to keep his promise to the homeowner. Erka said goodbye just to go out for a while and as usual, the man would come home after midnight and settle down like a thief.

Walking slowly towards the main door, Ayleen already understood the habits of the older brother. Surely the man did not want his return known to the entire house. Ayleen stared in wonder at the darkness of the night. When the door opened, he did not find Erka in the hallway.

“Kak.”

“Kak.” Ayleen close his pajamas to sleep. The cold of the night penetrated the white skin and pierced the bones.

“Kak.” The girl rushed towards the outside, walking towards the window of the room.

Surprised, Ayleen hurriedly ran towards Erka who was staggering. The smell of liquor stung, piercing his sense of smell. Not to mention the scent of female perfume that is still attached to the leather jacket worn by the sister.

“Kak, are you okay?” ayleen asked worriedly looking at the man who looked exhausted, walking with irregular footsteps.

“Kak, what happened?” Ayleen hurriedly thrust himself into support. Although his tiny body was not worth Erka's burly body, but Ayleen's existence was quite helpful. At least Ayleen can help show the direction to the house.

“Leen, my head is dizzy.” Erka complained. His steps were irregular, his body almost lost its balance. Hugging her little sister tightly, she hoped Ayleen could lead her all the way to bed.

“Aduh, Brother. Why is it so heavy?” Ayleen complained. With full struggle, he finally managed to bring the eldest son Hutomo Son to the contest.

Brucks.

Erka's body crashed into the bed along with Ayleen's tiny body that fell on it.

“Leen, why are you fucking me?” erka's protests were half conscious.

“Sorry, Brother Erka who pulled me.” Ayleen explained. Even if he knew the explanation was useless. Erka was not fully aware. The 30-year-old man was on the verge of his consciousness.

“Kak, the shirt wants to be replaced?” ayleen. The sleepiness was lost due to the actions of Erka who was upsetting.

“Hmm.” Erka muttered softly.

“Kak ...” Ayleen looked at Erka who had closed her eyes and was almost lulled into dreamland.

Ayleen let out a sigh of annoyance. This is not the first, Erka has done it often. Going home, parties, drinks, and of course sleeping with a lot of women. Who does not know Aryya Perkassa Hutomo Putra.

“Kak!” Ayleen pulled Erka's hand to wake up and wake up.

“Hmmm.”

“Kak ...”

“Yes, Babe. Why so chatty?” Erka protested, with her eyes closed. With his remaining energy, he pulled Ayleen to go to bed with him.

“Aaah, Brother!” pekik Ayleen, fell into Erka's arms. Haven't had time to give a fight, her brother had already turned his tiny body and was piercing without feeling.

“Babe, one more. I need you.” Erka muttered indistinctly.

“Yes God, Brother Erka is really drunk. End me tonight,” great-grandson Ayleen, hastily shut my mouth by hand. He did not want his lips tarnished by drunk men and women conquerors.

“Kak, this is Ayleen. Not one of your stupid girl collections,” said Ayleen while pushing Erka's burly body that was locking it.

A little energy, Ayleen managed to escape. He ran to the bathroom and took a bucket of water to flush Erka so that she could quickly wake up. He did not want until his brother was in trouble with Daddy or Mommy.

Byur

The first flush has not succeeded in making Erka fully aware.

Byurs.

The second bucket along with Ayleen's shout could make the drunk man realize even though not a hundred percent.

“KAK, WAKE UP!”

“Aw! What the fuck, Leen?” Erka complained while squeezing her hair. He felt his head pulsing, the world felt spinning at this moment.

“Change your clothes, Brother. I made lemon water. After that, soak in warm water. Your scent is like a rat in a must. And ...”

“And what?” cut Erka.

“Already. I'll just talk about it later. I'm going to the kitchen first.”

Ayleen chose not to talk much. The girl was racing against time. Can't let Erka get caught by someone else. Daddy and Mommy would be furious if they found out Erka was drunk and came home late again.

Hutomo's eldest son The son always acted. Since completing her studies in America, Erka was pulled home to work at their family company. Even so, to this day Erka does not change, still having fun and spending money and time with friends in the club almost every night.

Half an hour into the kitchen, Ayleen reentered the room with a glass of warm lemon water and a plate of instant fried noodles. Being the only daughter in the Hutomo family, made her unable to do much.

In addition to boiling water and cooking rice, Ayleen is only an expert at processing instant noodles. No one asked him to enter the kitchen, all the household assistants of the Hutomo family had done.

“Kak, I stay first, yes. I have to go back to sleep,” cried Ayleen outside the bathroom door. He smiled as he entered the room and found Erka had cleaned the body in the bathroom.

Exiting her brother's room with a sneak, Ayleen returned to the room without realizing that someone was watching his movements from a distance. A pair of eyes that had been lurking since the teenage girl had Erka enter the house.