Pursuing My Love of Hands

Package for Byan

"My hand, Mas Byan,"

"W-What's with your hand, Mara?"

Byan was wailing like he was looking for something in Mara's hands. Not only that, Byan's face also looked worried.

"Mas, how can I go home if you keep holding my hand,"

Mara's words made Byan sober. Until he slowly releases his hand. Byan can only scratch his head that does not itch, he continues to curse me himself. How could he do such a shameful thing.

It feels like Byan has a science like a genie that can disappear in an instant. But whatever the power, there was nothing he could do to cover up his embarrassment.

"I'm home, Mom, excuse me ..." Mara gave her little smile. After getting out of the car, he immediately entered the gate of his house.

Seeing Mara had entered his house, Byan continued to hit the steering wheel of his own car.

"Byan, that's so stupid!!" This time Byan hit his head several times on the back of his car seat.

When Byan was busy cursing himself, from the outside he heard some people talking about Mara. The ribs can be heard in Byan's ears clearly.

"Look, it's a widow gat*l!"

A curly haired woman in a slightly red color spoke harshly with her eyes constantly pointing at Mara's house.

While another woman responded to the curly-haired mother's words.

"Yes mom, it turns out Mara likes to change men! Yesterday and the present seemed different, it seemed like Mara's target was rich people,"

"Yes that's how to be a widow Ma'am, must want a man who is a lot of money and rich, where there are widows who are not gat*l? Naturally, it had been a long time since his body had been untouched!"

"Experience if he bothers my husband!"

"Yes, we're careful, pretty face, but bus*k's behavior!"

Without a second thought, Byan immediately drove his car. The words of the mothers he had just heard were so harsh. Even he couldn't hear it, let alone Mara?

"Did Mara keep on being the subject of people here?"

"Ck! They said as if they knew what was happening, they must be the gossip mums!"

On the way home, Byan kept thinking about the complex's mother talks.

"No way, Mara couldn't have done what those mothers said!"

Byan tried to think positive, he did not want to dirty his brain with things that he thought were not important. Moreover, he only heard the words of people he did not know. Byan doesn't believe their words. After all, Byan knows more about the figure of Asmara than the Mothers earlier.

"Mara couldn't be like that! I know who Mara is,"

"Wait, what am I thinking? If Mara is, what is my business? It has nothing to do with me,"

Byan was trying to get all about Mara out of her brain. He felt that since meeting his ex-wife, he was constantly disturbed by her existence.

"Come on Byan, what are you thinking?"

He continued talking to himself in his car. Until it did not feel his car had arrived in front of his large house. Since it was almost midnight, the house was already deserted. Neither Uminya or her daughter must have slept in their respective rooms. But before he went to his room, Byan visited first Star's room which was right across from his room. Byan only opened the door of Star's room slightly, he could only peek out from the crack of the door. Star seems to have slept there. He closed the door of the room again.

Inside her room, Byan took off her clothes and headed to the bathroom. He cleansed his body first then chose to rest.

For him, today was exhausting. Not to mention his complicated brain and feelings. He said fighting with that feeling was too difficult to deal with.

It was better that he fight against his business rivals because it could easily be controlled. But at war with feelings?? I don't know, until now he has not been able to find a solution.

Byan leaned his head against the back of the bed. After the bath he felt fresher, at least his brain was exhausted in refreshment.

However, back again his brain thought of Mara who looked more beautiful tonight. Repeatedly in his memory, how Mara touched his eyes until the white part of his da*danya can be clearly seen by Byan.

"I'm crazy!" Byan returned to his consciousness, he patted his eel with a palm.

Byan chose to go to sleep immediately, but as he lay down he felt something down there twitching and starting to harden.

"Oh ****!!!!" Byan chose to undo his sleep, he returned to the bathroom and doused his body with cold water under the shower.

Unlike the Byan, Mara who just finished bathing immediately wore a shirt that used to be worn by him. As she was about to sleep, her eyes suddenly turned towards a chair located right in front of her dressing table. A black suit was draped on the back of the chair.

"Geez! Why did I forget to return Mas Byan's suit?" He just left, forgetting to return Byan's suit.

"Then how do I get it back?"

Mara kept thinking of a way to return Byan's suit. But he couldn't have seen Byan at his house, and Byan wouldn't have liked that. Mara abandoned her intention to sleep tonight. He chose to wash first the Byan coat and dry it on the washing machine dryer.

Mara perfumed her favorite clothes on Byan's suit. He could not return the suit in a dirty or smelly state.

Feeling finished with the task of washing it, he immediately ironed the suit with a steam iron to make it look not too tangled.

After finishing her activities, Mara inhaled several times the aroma coming out of Byan's suit. A smile on his face could be seen, he put the suit into a box with ribbons to be sent to Byan tomorrow.

The night changed in the morning, the morning did not feel towards noon.

This afternoon, Andryani was busy watching her favorite show on television.

A domestic assistant surprised her who was engrossed and focused on directing her eyes at the 42-inch screen.

"Sorry, I have a package!"

"Package? From whom?"

"Don't know Umi, just written for Mr. Byan,"

After handing over the package to his mistress, the ART left in front of Andryani.

"Package? From whom? Does Byan have a lover?"

A smile emanated clearly on Andryani's face. His eyes scoured every box with red ribbons. He wanted to know what the package was, but he did not want to be presumptuous. This is his son's privacy.

He believes that the package sent to Byan was from a woman.

"Miss??" Byan approached Andryani who looked like she was smiling herself.

"Byan???" Andryani increasingly exuded a happy smile, it turned out that the person he was waiting for was here.

"What's up Umi? Looks like Uminso is happy,"

"Obviously Umi is happy, if you are happy!"

"Well? Mean Umi?"

"Here, there's a package for you, Byan," Andryani handed the box she had been investigating to her son.

"Who are you from, Umi?"

"So, Umi was curious. Why not just open it?"

Byan opened the red banded box, he also impatiently wanted to know what it contained. More impatiently, he wanted to know who the sender was.

Byan's eyes fiddled, he could only swallow his saliva after knowing what the contents of the box were. The fragrant scent bushes can be smelled when the box has just opened.

"What's that? Why does it smell so good, like a woman's perfume?"

"Umi, Byan go to the room first!"

"Byan, why go to the room? Umi also wants to know what it is?"

Byan immediately brought the box into his room. He saw there was a piece of paper on his suit that had been folded neatly and fragrant. Byan immediately read the contents of the handwriting of someone he knew.

*Mas, earlier I apologize and thank you. I'm sorry to bother you last night, thank you for driving me home and thank you so much for the suit.*

Ttd. MARAS.

Byan smiled and read a letter from Mara. He felt that he was in the 90s because he sent letters to each other as a communication medium.

"Jeez, Mara ..."