Replacement Ribs

20. First Kiss

The nervousness seems still reluctant to leave Tristan while in a room with Kirana. Moreover, the owner of the room seemed to have deliberately ignored him. Kirana has not spoken since Tristan entered the room and now appears indifferent to open the closet and enter the bathroom carrying a change of clothes.

After a few minutes, Kirana came out of the bathroom. The gameplay has been changed with a short knee-length home dress with hair dyed revealing a pure white neck skin.

Unwittingly by Kirana, Tristan's tail follows wherever he moves.

Kirana is beautiful, though not overdone. His height is average. But all parts of his body look good. Kirana suddenly appears attractive in Tristan's vision. Thin batik negligee showing beautiful curves Also a pair of challenging squishy so adorable. Looks big with Kirana's tiny body posture. Uh! It seems like my brain is getting dirty, the man thought.

"Show are you, Mom?" kirana asked to break the silence as she threw herself on the bed. Then he sat down on the head of the bed.

"Today he has a fever" replied Tristan.

"Why do you live here?" kirana asked with a focused look at the screen of her newly opened phone.

"He always asks you."

"Oohs. So that's why you're here?"

"One of them" Tristan replied with the same activity. Mobile phones are indeed the most powerful tool to distract when someone does not want to stare at the interlocutor. Kirana still seems to be angry with him. Tristan must realize that he has been very outrageous, angry and expel Kirana from home.

"Is there another reason?"

Tristan moved from the long sofa he had occupied. Then move to the bed next to Kirana. A sharp glance from his wife he ignored.

"There's something I want to tell you."

"Tell me," replied Kirana still unwillingly looking at her husband.

Kirana turned her head as her fingers were grabbed by Tristan. A second later a warm feeling spread through the hand. Kirana just realized Tristan's face was so close. Perhaps the man felt Kirana's hands suddenly cold from nervousness. The hand felt tighter.

No words said. Only the Netra had met. looked at each other and tried to dive into the contents of each other's hearts. But Kirana is not as comfortable as that to continue to face Tristan. He also threw his face in any direction.

"Austenance!"

Hearing his name spoken from the reddish lips, it felt like it was splashed with ice water. Maybe this is the first time Tristan mentioned his name except during the marriage contract.Sound so soft that it still ringed even though it had passed a few seconds.

"Look over here, my wife!"

The blush! Kirana's cheeks might have been as red as a cherry as Tristan raised his chin and forced him to look back into the eagle's eyes. Kirana's hand grew colder and Tristan's grip grew tighter.

"I want to …."

For a second, two seconds, Tristan did not continue. But Tristan's eyes did not turn from Kirana's face that was still blushing.

"Wind .... What, Mom?" kirana asked getting nervous.

"Want to hug you, may I?"

Kirana's lips thinned. "Since when is it forbidden for a husband to hug his wife?"

Tristan curled his lips. He grabbed Kirana by the shoulder and carried her in his arms.

Kirana felt a touch that felt like a long time landed on her forehead. Ducting an energy that then flowed her blood flow. Love, maybe that kind of thing. Kirana is unable to define it. What she felt at this time her heart grew over the treatment of her husband.

Kirana nodded in her husband's arms.

The wall of Pride of Tristan has fallen. Kirana just couldn't be a little patient waiting for him. Or indeed the temporary loss that resuscitated Tristan. But maybe also because .. Mentari. Tristan did all this for Mentari.

Kirana must not forget that Tristan can do anything for Mentari. Including theatricals in such a way. Hasn't they been doing it a lot in front of Mentari?

The guess is also getting stronger. When Tristan pulled out his phone to call Mentari. Make video call. As proof that he had met Kirana. The little boy across the phone seemed to no longer feel the pain that had been attacking him for two days.

Mentari chatted at length. Ask Kirana to go home soon. And again, ask to be brought by little brother. That was definitely an inducement from his oman.

"Yes. Later Papa same Mother come home bring a sister to Mentari. Same with Oma, yeah. His sister wants to be made first," said Tristan accompanied by sharp glances Kirana.

The nod of Mentari's head is seen on the screen hearing his father's speech.

"Two yes, Pa," Mentari replied innocently asserted by Tristan.

Kirana inched to the edge of the bed as Tristan closed the call and put her phone on the nightstand.

"Skill's lying you're getting better, huh, Mas?" the sarcasm.

"This time I'm not lying!" answer Tristan.

Kirana returned to the bed. He looked at the perpetrator who was pulling his hand with a slight annoyance.

But the annoyance turned to nervousness as Tristan looked at him fixedly and brought their faces closer.

"I have rights over you, don't I? Can I take it?"

That question made Kirana confused. His two eyes instantly closed as Tristan's face grew closer and no longer even remotely distant. He felt a chewy object stick to his lips and slowly********** gently. His heart beat seemed to be racing faster.

Tristan is so good at leading Kirana to follow her lip game. Until Kirana dissolves and so enjoys the sensation she first felt.

Kirana also pulled away from being almost out of breath. He believes his cheeks are now back. His gaze fell as Tristan looked at him while giving a smile.

"Pretty." The praise made Kirana want to drown herself in the blanket. Her hands were restrained as she was about to shuffle to pick up the thick cloth at the end of the bed.

"Not now, Kirana. I know you need time to accept me."

The huft! Kirana breathed a sigh of relief. Tristan was so aware of the worries in his mind

"But it's tonight. Wear the red one." Tristan whispered then blinked one eye.

Kirana's forehead frowned. "Red?"

"Hm. I know you've prepared a lot of clothes to spoil me."

Kirana sighed softly when she knew what Tristan meant. Some evening clothes were indeed stored in his suitcase at that time. But where does Tristan know?

Kirana sighed softly. When he realized Tristan had moved from the bed and was seen opening the door of the room. Then disappeared behind the door.

A moment later, his lips curved. It still feels unbelievable as soon as Tristan's attitude changes. Kirana rubbed her lips, her brain reflexively turning back the incident a few minutes ago. His tracks were still so pronounced that he might not even be able to forget forever.