Son-in-law for Mom

Joya's husband

Ye know? Giving up is exhausting but I do, because I love you.

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Tyo's face sparkled looking at Safira in a contemporary off-white kebaya that he would wear during their wedding. Knowing she was stared at without pause, the white girl's face flushed red.

"She's beautiful, isn't she Tyo?" asked Bu Santi to nudge his first son's arm. Tyo nodded in agreement with his mother's words.

"Okay, fixed yeah, her size, Fira?" Miss Santi is approaching. The girl nodded with a smile.

A full day Tyo accompanied Safira and her mother. In the afternoon they arrived home. Alva is heating the car. At first glance the man stole a glance at Sapphira.

"Safira, you rest first. Must be tired all day long we've been walking." Tyo stared softly at Safira. The girl smiled and then stepped into the room.

"Trust me, Tyo. I didn't choose the wrong wife for you" his mother said as she headed to the room.

"Tyo knows, Mom. Safira's a good girl!"

Miss Santi smiled.

"Mom, Al get out first." Alva was suddenly next to her mother.

"Where?"

"There's a promise from friends, not until night."

The middle-aged woman nodded. After kissing the back of his mother's hand Alva rushed away.

***

In the room Safira had just cleaned herself. As he was about to lay himself on the bed. His eyes shot at a letter lying on the floor close to the door of the room. With a frown picked up the white-enveloped letter. Slowly he opened. His eyes were rounded as he read the short piece of writing on the paper.

"Hi Sapphira. Soon you are officially married by Kak Tyo. I'm sure he's happy as are you. Forgive me if I'm late to realize that I too .. love you."

                                         Me, Alvaro.

The girl's face turned grim. The paper in her hand she folded was small and put into a dresser drawer. He glanced at the mirror. Flash events between him and Alva sprung up like a slowly arranged puzle. Alva's refusal and the man's arrogance were re-exposed. Until their closeness lately. Safira stopped his daydream when the door was knocked.

"Mas Tyo?" sweep it when you open the door. The handsome man smiled staring.

"Your phone is missing."

"Thank you, Mom."

Tyo nodded. He caught the confusion on Safira's face.

"Why you?"

"No, Mas. Just ...."

"Fuck off?"

He nodded. The man advised her to rest.

"Let me bring dinner to the room."

Safira shook her head quickly, she felt bad for the good man.

"Why? I don't mind" he asked.

"Don't, Mas. I'm not okay. Maybe you haven't had a bath, so you're sultry," she says as she tidies her hair.

"Okay, I'll go to the room first. We'll have dinner with Mom."

The girl nodded with a smile.

***

Mr. Yuda, Ms. Santi and Tyo were already sitting around the dining table as Safira came down from her room. There was no Alva there, making his heart grateful. For some reason since his confession in the writing, he suddenly did not want to meet.

Safira admitted there was a beautiful greeting heart when alone with the haughty man. But of course he did not want to cultivate that feeling. Alva for him is a man of the past who once rejected him.

Now he is preparing to welcome his future with Tyo. Although a different swish felt when he was with the man.

"Safira? Why are you standing there?" Tyo looked at him with a smile. With a shy face he stepped up and took a seat.

"You are now legal to be a husband and wife. I hope you guys can fill each other up ... Tyo, being the leader in the family is not easy, big responsibility is on your shoulders, so be wise." Mr. Yuda advised the son on the sidelines of the dinner.

Nodding Tyo responded.

"Mom sure, Safira can provide comfort for you, Tyo."

"Tyo knows that, Mom. Tyo will make him feel comfortable too" he said staring at Safira. Hearing that, the face returned.

"Alva where are you, ma'am?"

"Your sister .. ordinary, she said she wanted to see a friend ...."

"Evening all!" Alva suddenly appeared in the middle of them. A white T-shirt wraps right around his athletic body. For a moment the man glanced at Safira who suddenly bowed as if he did not dare to stare.

"No, Ma. He was finished, "the man took a seat beside his mother.

"Then let's eat together" the brother asked.

Alva nodded with a smile.

"Okay, bride-to-be. Your sister's gonna be a good sister by following you," she chanted take a piece of parchment on a plate.

The atmosphere becomes warmer. The five of them enjoyed the dinner with a happy feeling. However, without realizing it, there were actually two hearts that pretended to be happy, while their hearts were both tormented.

***

It's two weeks away from Safira and Tyo's wedding. All preparations are done. The invitation has spread.

That afternoon Safira was in his bakery and cafe. He jumped into the kitchen to make some new recipes. He accidentally asks Tyo and Miss Santi's permission to go out of the house.

"There's a cake recipe I'd like to sample with the employee at the store, ma'am."

Miss Santi allowed that as well as Tyo.

"Originally, after that you still have to be at home until I take you away," licked Tyo as he pinched the girl's nose.

As usual, after he finished directing, he returned to the front. His eyes rounded to see Alva sitting alone in one of the visitor's chairs. Slowly he retreated back to the kitchen, but late, Alva's eyes caught his figure. The man walked over.

"Follow me!" The strong hand held Sapphira's arm. The girl refused but her strength was not strong enough to endure.

Alva took the girl out.

"Mas, what the hell?" the protest was upset when he was in the car.

Alva took a deep breath, he did not reply. Slowly the four-wheeled vehicle took the two away from the place.

"Mas Al! Where do I want to be taken?" Safira asked again.

"I won't hurt or hurt you. So hush!"

The girl leaned her head and looked out the window. His heart thumped at the thought of what the man would do. Alva drove his car to a park.

"What's up, Mas Al?"

The man turned to Sapphira.

"Have you read the letter?"

"It."

"Then?"

"La_lu a_pa?"

"What's the answer?"

"What answer?" The heart of the girl was no longer regular. The fingers are interlocked trying to ease the taste.

"You don't lie to yourself, be honest with how you feel!"

Safira shook her head trying to make some distance as the man brought his body closer.

"I know you're playing around with your feelings, right?" Quickly Alva grabbed the girl's face and cupped her with both hands. Safira's position was locked, he could not avoid Alva's lips***** her lips. The girl tried to push the chest of the man in front of her, but the more she pushed the more Alva locked it.

"Deliver! I want to go home!" pinta Safira when Alva quits her kiss.

"You love me, don't you?"

The girl looked down and shook her head.

"Gear me, Safira!" He cupped a beautiful face in front of him. Safira closed her eyes not letting Alva stare.

"If you don't love me, why don't you look me in the eye?"

"I'm going home, Mas Al."

"No! Before you answer my question!"

"Okay, I don't love Mas Al. I love him, love Mas Tyo!"

Alva took her hand off the girl's pretty face. There was a rough breath from him.

"Okay, thanks for the answer. We're going home now!"

Along the way Alva no longer steals the look like that. He just focused forward. While Sapphira occasionally took a deep breath hiding the pain that he made himself.

"I'm sorry, God. I'm sorry Mas Alva, I'm sorry Mas Tyo ..." Her mind held back tears.

Suddenly there was a sense of missing when he said that he loved Tyo to Alva just now. He felt guilty for making the man sad.

***