My sister My husband

Section 77. Hot chocolate's.

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Morning dawn, the sun began to penetrate the ranks of thin clouds in the bumantara. Showing the charm of the horizon. Providing comfort to two lovebirds who are still in the dispute.

Thin Sinaran twinkled golden yellow, adding to the beautiful appearance of women who were still in the arms of the Lanang.

" Morning Honey..." Andra's voice whispered in the woman's ear.

Andra observed the tired face that was just below her chin. The woman who was once just a crybaby sister, a careless sister and often get tantrums from her mother for a trivial mistake. A sister who still respects and loves him even though she is not actually part of the family.

With love Andra kissed the head of the woman who had been a sister, now became his wife again for the second time.

" Engh...., is it morning?" Dinda squirms in Andra's arms.

" It's so quiet that you sleep ugly, until you snore. " Ejek Andra while laughing a shitty little.

" Ahh. Whatever it is there's nothing I can cover from you. Everyone, everything you already know. Where my tahilalat lies, how my habits are, you've been more than just a poultice." Her slavish tweet without emphasizing the tone of resentment or contention.

" Yes, you're the same. You know me better than anyone." Andra again kissed Dinda's head.

I don't think I want to let you go anymore. I don't want to stay away from you ADINDA.

You really are my ADINDA. My woman, and the mother of my children.

Tok...!

Tok...!

" Dinda! Andra! Wake up...! it's morning! Make Papa breakfast, Papa's leaving in an hour." Said Papa Dimas knocking on the door of the newlyweds room. Yes remedial, where previously they had married and failed and this time they repeated it again.

The calm is there.

" Wake up, that's your father calling." Chirps Andra who then releases her embrace.

" Yes pa!!" Dinda said that the Papa would no longer stand waiting for an answer.

" That's delicious! He's your father too. Or are you retiring as a daughter-in-law? Let me tell him later." Dinda sneered in annoyance.

Dinda got up and sat down and tied her hair. Followed by Andra who then hugged her from behind. " Ummi, baby. Ish don't be too serious." His whine spoke spoiledly in the recesses of his wife's neck.

" Yes, yes, I know. Now get up and take a shower. I'll make you breakfast too."

" Mathiin..." He said spoiled and got a jewel in the ear.

" Don't be spoiled!" His last hissing kissed Andra's cheek and hurried away.

The one who got the warm kiss for the first time, you want to know how she reacted?

If you ever see jellyfish dancing in the sea, yes like that Andra who is wriggling on the soft mattress.

She was very happy even though it was just a warm kiss on the cheek. Didn't know him when the accident happened, even more than that. Almost all of her face is kissed every day by Dinda just so Andra reacts to a gentle touch. Begimane ga soft yakan? that touches the lips. Hihi🤭.

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I'm no longer wasting you.

I no longer hurt you.

Enough of the wound.

Quite a hole in Nestapa.

Adinda Pramudya, you are a good woman. It wasn't wrong to educate me as long as you were a kid. I didn't think as long as you grew up, I took care of you.

I became a very overprotective Brother to you.

Apparently, God made me that way because he created you for me.

I must heal and recover in order to take care of and support you. But, the healing of my legs is quite long or I am too hasty?

My fear has not completely gone. I'm afraid you'll stare at someone more perfect than me. For any reason, I am a normal man, it is only natural that my thoughts wander to guess what has not yet become real.

Oh, come get excited again Andra Pramudya.., You can!!

I encouraged myself. I reached into my pants pocket and started contacting my therapist. Discuss what therapy is best for my recovery. And how surprised I was when he said. My development is better than the days before. Instead of asking more vigorously, my therapist asked me to be patient and study casually.

He said stress levels also affected my recovery. I just want to accept and obey him. The words from Dinda made me feel relieved. Many times he spoke if he did not look at the physical. I am grateful to have it.

Saturated to be in the room, I started to shower and prepared for breakfast. Still with my stick and my lame path. I'm heading to the kitchen. Not a peeling luxury house, this house is a simple house. Whatever the form and facilities I do not care more important is our comfort and togetherness.

I saw him making fried rice. The fastest menu in the morning. One hand was busy cooking and the other was busy holding his phone. Apparently the Eldest is chattering like a superior who commands subordinates.

Sayup-dyed I heard. " Ummi, the fried rice faith asks. Faith will return home among Grandma nul. Abi where's Ummi?" Yes he is my son who is agile and good at cooperation.

Still amused how yesterday I asked him to conspire to get my wife's attention. Bibi Nur is one of the happiest people for our marriage, and since we remarry the children are often brought with him on the grounds that Dinda quickly add momongan. How would you like to add if I have never worked on the rice field?

" This is Bi your son wants to talk. Looks like he misses you a lot, from just now Abi continues to be called." He handed me his phone that was still on. I know this scolding is just a wrap of his jealousy because it is rivaled by me.

I chatted a lot with Ayman. He's coming home this afternoon. He wants to eat fried rice made by Umminya he said.

Hemh.., I can breathe with relief now. My son can grow up in a good family, unlike the one I once wasted.

Finished talking with Ayman I then approached Dinda who had finished cooking.

" Have?" I asked her to come closer to her and then make hot chocolate.

" Well, what is Abi doing?" Ask wonder. I like to see his expression. His eyes were rounded and his curiosity appeared making him like a curious Kindergarten child.

I didn't answer, I made a cup of hot chocolate and then thrust it right in front of him. " This is for you." I pushed the chocolate cup. He saw it flat. " Thank you for being a good mother and wife to us." I then kissed the back of his hand and the palm of his hand. Make her, blush shyly and smile.

" Yes Abi... Ummi also wanted to thank you for trying to be the best for us. We love you." It made me proud and happy at the same time. She knows how to raise her husband.