My uncle my husband

Chastisement

In Rayan's room bowed lethargic behind the big door of her room, a pain she felt increasingly piercing and very sharp until it felt blood flowed through her chest.

It is not an easy thing to love his own nephew, the feeling he wanted to bury but re-emerged and more and more days become, and more, can not be stopped and the spoiled behavior of Ikhna increasingly watering the seeds that are growing bigger and fill the entire soul of his body, and now Ikhna says will marry young with the man of his choice.

It is easy for Rayan to separate them but he also loves Ikhna very much he does not want the little girl to be disappointed with his decision, after all he knows Adit is not a man who likes to play women in his view.

Pain is certainly a slashing pain when unfortunately is the most painful and very difficult thing in the dim.

"s.hit!" Rayan pressed her own chest that felt throbbing pain, she opened her phone and saw a contact that read 'Alika', she called the number until the sound of greetings connected from the phone.

"Assalammu'alaikum, what's up?" Alika greeted her brother who had not contacted her for a long time.

"Wa'alaikum hail, de! brother wants to go abroad to do work for the next few months, I'll leave ikhna can?" asked Rayan expectantly.

"No! I don't want to! you take him! ade has told my brother that if he loves you say not just in the pendam, I know for sure he does not want to go to college and love a man and want to get married, right?" ask Alika who knows very well how the beauty of Ikhna is able to attract many men, except her husband.

"Yes" Rayan answered softly, however Rayan and Alika are twins and their feelings seem to be connected to each other.

"Ck, it's diligent work now! Ikhna also definitely wants to bahagaia with the man of her choice!" Alika gives advice and warns Rayan not to act like the law.

"Iya de brother knows, but I'm worried about Ikhna" Rayan expressed her feelings.

"Hmmm, if it's a matter of feeling Ikhna is the same brother, try brother tanya well like gini nih, ask if you want to go abroad and Ikhna how do you want?" Alika gave advice and immediately understood Rayan.

"All right, thank you! say my regards to Rama's brother and the twins Raina and Raisa" Rayan wants to close her phone before Alika finally gives her a greeting.

"Yes brother, speak well of your salami'alikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Rayan closed her phone and opened the huge door in her room to the kitchen, Rayan began to cook with extraordinary ability, the chefs only noticed and some of the servants could only stare in amazement at Rayan.

"Uncle!" Ikhna hugged Rayan from behind, a glimpse of the smell of Ikhna shampoo melted into Rayan's nose but she again tried to resuscitate herself, trying not to dissolve in the atmosphere that would torment her slowly.

"Uncle why stay quiet?" Ikhna tries to find out about the mistakes he made, because usually when Rayan is silent it means he made a mistake.

"It's okay, sit down! dinner's ready soon!" Rayan does not rub like usual who often stroked the head of Ikhna.

"Uncle? is uncle mad at Ikhna?" Ikhna put her cute face in front of her uncle's face.

"Uncle lied! I won't eat until uncle says!" Ikhna sulked with a whimper of his potion.

"Hmmm... Uncle is just worried, next month uncle has to go abroad and probably will not go home for the next few months, uncle is only worried about you!" Rayan rubbed Ikhna's hair gently and it was probably the last time Rayan did that.

"Uncle?" Ikhna complained about her two spoiled index fingers. "Whether before uncle leaves I get married first so that I can stay with my husband and uncle will not worry about me anymore" Ikhna proposed hoping in blessing.

Like in a sambar geledek Rayan twitched with a chest that felt in the squeeze, very torturous but he tried to break his selfishness and try to accept and give happiness that Ikhna wants.

"Hmmm.." Rayan nodded heavily with her chest squeezed by a huge stone.

Ikhan was wide-eyed and immediately cheered with joy like a child, he felt a great sense of joy.

"Bwaah... Uncle, you're the best I love you uncle!" Ikhna hugged Rayan with excitement without knowing that Rayan's chest was currently very painful and felt a sharp stab from the nod just now.

"Asking for whatever you need from your servant and uncle, some days uncle will be very busy, do not be naughty and do his ospek well, understand!" Rayan began to eat dishes that felt like bile, so bitter tongue at that time even he really wanted to go straight away but he did not have the heart to die Ikhna eat alone.

Ikhna told him all the concepts of knickknacks he wanted, Rayan did not listen and just nodded until finally the torturous food on his plate was exhausted.

"Ask the assistant uncle whatever you want, uncle there is still work pending earlier from the office" Rayan moved to leave the dining table to the study room.

Ikhna nodded happily and continued her delicious meal, and headed towards her room.

"Sir Adit!" Ikhna contacted Adit and immediately cheered happily.

"What's the matter, baby?" asked Adit smiling gently.

"My uncle has agreed, we will get married whenever you think you are ready, all the preparations will be done assistant uncle, I love Adit muah!" Ikhna kisses her own phone screen, she never kisses but she knows exactly how other people kiss.

"Dear I love you too, how about next week we get married, baby?" Adit put his teasing tone in the affectionate word for Ikhna.

"Hmmm.. Alright brother! byes.. I want to be ready first!" Ikhna closed her phone and started writing various types of needs and events that will be live along with the invitation to be distributed.

Rayan's chest could only rumble but could not make a sound.

A few days passed the wedding preparations that cost the sum of money over 100 M it became a very amazing spectacle of millions of pairs of envious eyes looking at the luck of Ikhna, Ikhna, while Rayan can only grimace her languishing fate, it is very difficult for her to face but she is a good man who is impossible for her to snatch away the happiness of her own nephew.

Seriate...