Not the Wrong Love

How Big is your Love

Byuuurrrr ....

"Ups, sorry I flirted." Gilang raised his right leg and shook it. Coding Cinta and Rangga if he accidentally nudged Rangga until Cinta and Rangga fell into the pool.

Gilang showed his stupid grin, while the others stumbled a smile. Seeing the Love that fell into the pool in Rangga's arms. Really mode!

"Ish, Brother Gilang nih, be careful so," said Love while wiping her wet face and hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, Cin." He tries to defend himself. "I'm sorry Mr. Ben, too" said Gilang as he reached out to help Rangga climb into the pool.

"Hm, no problem." Rangga let go of his embrace on Love and it made Love a little disappointed. The man grabbed Gilang's hand to go up to the top of the pool.

"Oh, you're so drenched like this." Gilang showed his guilty face.

"No problem, I ...."

"Mother." Sunny's tiny voice stopped Rangga's speech. The man immediately looked towards Sunny who was already hugging the waist of Love. "Mother, is it okay?" The girl looked worried.

"Dear, Mother is fine." Love smiled and rubbed his daughter's hair.

While Rangga who witnessed it could only sigh heavily then close his eyes, dampening his desire to go down and hug the two women he loved and missed so much.

Gilang patted Rangga's shoulder.

"It looks like I have to go back to the hotel to change my clothes. Would it be okay if Mr Gilang waited a long time?" Rangga blinked one eye at Gilang which of course Gilang really understand the meaning.

"What hotel is Mr Ben staying at?" Gilang started their play.

"In Nusa Dua, it will take a long time, how? Are you discussing with Mario enough?"

"Em, is Mr Ben willing to wear my husband's clothes?" Cika approached towards them. "Replace the clothes of Gilang aja, like the same size. If you have to go to Nusa Dua, get in the wind."

For what? Look at how much the husband and wife is playing. Not only Cika and Gilang but, everyone who was there shrewdly acted in the presence of Love.

"All right." Rangga mangosteen, asserting Cika's speech.

"Then Sunny let me be, Brother Love, please take Mr. Ben to my room, will you?" Love eyeballs instantly membola hear Cika's speech.

"Why me?" love Protest.

"Then, who else? Cook me?" Cika back protest. "Sir Ben is Rangga, your husband" whispered Cika in the ear of Love.

Love seemed to think for a while, she glanced at Rangga and Gilang who were staring at her, waiting for an answer from her. Finally inevitably, Love nodded with resignation. It is true said Cika, besides her who else is more worthy to accompany Rangga change clothes.

"Sunny, you stay a while, yeah. You're the same aunt Cika used to be, it's okay, right?" Sunny just nodded. Love then smiled and rubbed his daughter's head, making Rangga who witnessed it even more filled. Rangga clenched his hands. It feels like he is no longer able to do it but, for the sake of his purpose of giving Love a lesson, Rangga still trying to resist his wishes.

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"She's your daughter, too" replied Love quietly before closing the door.

"My daughter?" asked Rangga still with his pretense.

"Hm" replied Love as she passed to the master room. He opened the wardrobe and chose Gilang's shirt and pants for Rangga. While Rangga only pay attention to Love from behind. Wet clothes attached to the body Love successfully print every curve of the girl's body.

Crazy one! Just by looking at Love from behind was able to arouse his maleness instinct.

Hold it, it's not time yet. Inner Rangga when his underworld was thrashing wanted to see his home.

"Get it, it looks like it's right for you." Love handed over the shirt and pants he chose earlier to Rangga.

"You don't want to tell me about the daughter you said was my daughter too? Hm?" fishing Rangga while receiving a change of clothes from Love.

"For what? You won't believe it. There are you even headaches again later," said Love, "better change your clothes, we turn." Love sits herself lazily in the dresser chair. Then, take the paper bag he brought earlier that contained a change of clothes for him.

"Why turn? Didn't you say, I'm your husband, why don't you go along?" Rangga approached Cinta, locking the body of Love between her hands resting on the dressing table.

Love gulped his saliva, his nape immediately brushed when Rangga menggunkan smile that Love is very memorized meaning. His chest rumbled unruffled as Rangga lowered his face.

"Sister," call Love slowly. Rangga's face was getting closer. Even Love could feel Rangga's warm breath sweeping across her face. Love squeezes his finger. Really, being in this close distance with Rangga makes the heart of Love feel like it wants to explode right now. The look in his eyes, his smile, and the masculine scent of his body, still remained the same as before. Time and again Love had to exhale to neutralize her heartbeat.

I swear to whatever Love is so nervous now. Come to think of it, why should Love feel nervous? Isn't Rangga her husband? Didn't they get used to being close together like this? Why is it that Love is acting so laughably like this?

"How much do you love me?" ask Rangga on Love.

"Huh?" Love gawking plain.

"You said we were husband and wife."

"I-yes," replied Nervous love, "i love you so much, Brother."

"Then, why did we split up? Why didn't I see you when I woke up from a coma?"

Love bit her lower lip, clear granules already pooled in her eye pelup.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"For?"

"For my fault for leaving you."

"Why did you leave me?"