Replacement Ribs

6. Silvia's Temptation

"When are you going to keep going like this? Don't just follow your feelings. Think about the Mentari." The words of the mother returned when she asked him to marry again. Although he did not know for sure how close Mentari was to his teacher, but seeing his daughter who looked very spoiled, their relationship was certainly not like that of teachers and students in general. The sun is never that close to anyone else. Even with his own aunt he was not so close.

Don't ask how Tristan was. Of course refuse. But he did not have the heart when his daughter was sick and always delirious about mama. Which unsliched old man's heart saw it. Although heavy, Tristan also granted Mentari's request.

******* roughly exit the man's breathing organ.

"Elittle." His lips softened.

Tristan packed his things. All employees have gone home because the clock has pointed to the number 8. He deliberately stayed in the office. Not missing his home and daughter. But because of reluctance too often face to face with Kirana.

His thinking turned out wrong. The knock on the door indicates that there are still employees who have not returned home. Tristan invited the person behind the door to enter.

"Not come home yet, Sil?" tanyanya saw Silvia step into her room.

"No, Mas. Nunggu Mas Tristan's.

Hitchhiking, my car broke down." Silvia approached Tristan's seat.

"Isn't your car too old?"

"No idea, Mom. Not a machine."

Silvia, in addition to her sectarian, was Tristan's sister-in-law. Sometimes they do speak informally when outside of work hours.

Ellie is very jealous. She didn't want Tristan to have a female secretary. That's why he asked Tristan to appoint his sister as secretary. Silvia who is classified as smart and able to adjust quickly was accepted by Tristan.

"Why not take a taxi? Until I have to wait for you to come home this night."

"No papa, Mom. Who knows if Tristan needs a friend. Is it not lonely?" Silvia was getting closer to Tristan. He even dared to sit at the table. The mini skirt he wore exposed almost half of his thighs.

"Other times dress more modestly, Sil. You're still single. It's a pity that a lot of men's eyes have to see it for free. Can't you imitate your sister?" tristan is like a big brother.

Silvia was chuckling. "I can be like Mba Elita, Mas. Prepare all the needs of Mas Tristan, take care of Mentari, especially .. warm the bed of Mas Tristan who has long been cold."

Silvia likes Tristan, it has long been shown blatantly. The woman did not hesitate to seduce her brother-in-law after widower. If not for the trust of Elita, of course Tristan had already thrown a mutated letter to Silvia's table.

"You can get a better man than me, Sil. Don't beat yourself up like a cheap woman."

" I don't care what Tristan wants to say. I just want you, Mommy."

"You're crazy!" Tristan is the head of Silvia.

Tristan did not expect the innocent teenage girl he grew up to be able to become such a brave woman. Tristan does not deny that Silvia is beautiful. Some parts of his face were similar to Elita's because they were one blood. Although sometimes his maleness instinct appeared when Silvia seduced him, but so far he is still able to control himself.

Tristan throws away the face as Silvia deliberately widens her legs.

"We're going home now!" he said, grabbing the bag and then moving out of his chair. Leaving Silvia in the room itself.

Shortly after, the sound of Silvia's shoe knocking followed behind her. They got into the elevator at the same time. There was no one else in the elevator that made Silvua free to act mischievously. Close his body to Tristan even though the man deliberately kept his distance.

"So your attitude Sil? Or do you want me to mutate to another part?" The threat came out of Tristan's mouth. Silvia also grunted in annoyance. How hard it is to break his brother-in-law's heart.

Since getting out of the elevator Tristan did not make a sound. His mind was too full of work, family affairs, plus Silvia's behavior that often made him dizzy.

The man was still silent with a focused gaze on the street that looked so dense. He drove the car at average speed. Instead of driving Silvia home, Tristan turned his vehicle into one of the night entertainment centers. Silvia's apartment is still far from there.

"Cock it here, Mum? Tomorrow is still work."

"Dizziness." Tristan answered while opening the door.

"You brought my car. I will be going home with Daniel. Tomorrow morning you pick me up," he continued.

Silvia ignored Tristan's orders. He took the car keys and followed Tristan into the club. Although Tristan had already banned her, Silvia did not care. He knows that Tristan never had a strong drink. The man never had a drinking habit. Even that man was far from the night world. After his wife left, the place was often visited. Dizziness, it's always Tristan's excuse. And Silvia had to drive Tristan home several times in a state of unconsciousness.

"Go home Sil! Not good in a place like this," Tristan said as several pairs of male eyes looked at Silvia with a hungry look. It was the sentence he always said to drive Silvia out of that place.

"If it's not good why is Mas Tristan here?"

"Indeed, Tristan already won't take care of me?"

Tristan did not answer. He gulped down the drink that the bartender had just given him. If you are waiting for Tristan to drink, Silvia seems to be babysitting children to play. Waiting for the man to fall and lie on the sofa.

Tired of waiting for Tristan, Silvia took off her blazer leaving a blouse without arms. Then he went down to the Tristan dance floor only to shake his head as he thinned his lips to see Silvia curling his body as he pleased. Although impressed to take off, but Tristan still keep an eye on his sister-in-law. Because if it wasn't him, who else would care about that woman. Silvia had no one but her.

The man who was about to lose consciousness staggered as he saw several men approaching Silvia.

"Don't bother him!" Tristan rebuked the two men.

"What's the same thing?" ask one of them in a defiant tone.

"Gue. Why?" Tristan pulled Silvia's arm and threw the wacky body onto the sofa.

"Don't bother me! Stay here!"

Silvia grunts. Although it is undeniable that he grew up because Tristan cares about him so much. Take good care of Elita's words to protect and protect her.

Silvia was really tired of having to sit still. Touching the drink even his hands would definitely be pushed aside by Tristan. Not good, always the reason. When invited home, Tristan actually told Silvia to go home first. Until the man finally helplessly rested his head on the sofa. If it had been like that, it wasn't Silvia who was troubling Tristan. And vice versa.

Tristan raved indistinctly as Silvia swept him into the parking lot. Silvia knew that Tristan was devastated by Elita's departure. Even when drunk only the name of Elita was incessantly spoken from the lips of the man.

"Elith! Why did you leave me?"

Silvia smiled smirkily behind the wheel at Tristan's rapprochement. Three years is no time. But for a second Tristan could not turn away from his beloved wife.

"I need you. Mentari needs you, Elita! We need you! Why did you leave?" Tristan chuckled after the roar came back from his mouth.

Silvia stopped the vehicle in the carport of Tristan's house. Then back to memapah Tristan increasingly chaotic. The smart key with the number code he memorized out of his head. Because she was wearing Elita's birth date. Tristan did give access to the house to Silvia because it had considered Silvia the closest family. In fact, often Silvia is asked to take goods if there is something left at home.

Meanwhile, Kirana, who was still awake waiting for Tristan's return, was standing at the end of the stairs when she saw her husband being swept home by a woman. The same woman he saw at the coffee shop with Tristan at the time. It turned out that he didn't have to be tired of finding out. They finally appeared at the same time in the house.

"Who are you?" silvia asked seeing Kirana wearing her long pajamas staring intently at the two of them. The impervious Tristan stood down on the sofa of the living room.

"I should have asked who you are. This is my husband's house."

"Husband?" Oh, it looks like my ears are having a nuisance."

Kirana smiled in anguish. "I need to get you our marriage book. So you can believe we're married. And you, what is my relationship with my husband? Until this late both of you go home."

Silvia surprised. I don't think he believes Kirana. One month he did not visit the house turned out to be many things that he did not know. Including the Tristan wedding. Although her heart wanted to deny, but it was impossible if Kirana was only a baby sitter. Tristan never liked that anyone else lived in his house.

"I am Silvia secretary Mas Tristan. I am also Elita's sister. Surely you know who Elita is, don't you?" reply Silvia with a small smile.

This time Kirana was silenced by Silvia's reply. But only for a moment. Because Kirana is not being bullied.

Silvia stepped up the stairs without hesitation. "I want to stay here. Coincidentally do not bring a change of clothes so I want to wear the clothes of Elita," said Silvia while passing in front of Kirana. Then he opened Tristan's room door.

Again, Kirana was stunned. Silvia looks so ordinary into Tristan's room. There is no awkwardness in the least. Thousands of questions about their relationship beyond what Silvia said were dancing in Kirana's mind. It is not appropriate for a sister-in-law to go in and out of the house especially the room of her brother-in-law is that free. Especially the status of Tristan who has been abandoned by his wife.

"Wait!" prevent Kirana when Silvia will enter the room..

"Do you really not know ethics? Tristan is a man, he is also married. It's not appropriate for you to enter carelessly into his room." The remark stopped Silvia's steps at the doorstep.

Kirana went into the room. Two cabinets in the room, one of which was never opened. Slowly he turned the hanging key. He was stunned to see such a neat row of female shoulders. Of course it's Elita's clothes. Kirana took one of the pajamas in the top pile. Then close the closet. Then handed it to Silvia who was still standing in front of the door.

Kirana came down the stairs after Silvia entered the guest room. He took warm water and also a towel. The release of one by one Tristan shoes and then wipe the body of the man accordingly. Kirana also tried to build her husband. But Tristan seemed reluctant to move on. Kirana finally let Tristan sleep on the couch. While he himself chose to sleep with Mentari because he was worried Tristan woke up in the middle of the night and went up to the room. Kirana wasn't brave enough to sleep in a drunken bed.

Despite trying to close her eyes, Kirana was still awake. The noise in the kitchen provoked his curiosity. Kirana shuffled from the bed to look outside. Maybe Tristan's starving or needs something.

But instantly his blood boiled at the sight that caught his eye lens.

"What are you guys doing?!"