The Couple Of MissKin - g

Fear of Losing

In the afternoon after meeting with his father's client from Colombia, Brian hastily changed back to Brio who has glasses and hair drizzle in the style of old times. Not only that, he also wears a shirt and puts it in his pants.

He also returned to using his butut vespa and left the Bugatti veyron to return to his contract. Brio's sweat appeared to be pouring profusely. Because even though the afternoon and the sun will return to the contest, but the light still emits a hot aura.

He quickly penetrated the streets. But by the time he arrived, he did not get the presence of his wife, who was longed to go somewhere. The wall clock shows at 4 p.m.

"Huh, I tried to go home quickly it turns out he doesn't exist. Must be working. After this I won't let it work one bit. Let him follow me for 24 hours" he grumbled to himself.

The clock changed, and the sun was already drowning. The night welcomes with a sprinkling of stars and the moon. Brio wants to meet the woman he loves soon. He also intends to pick up his wife.

The man was back riding his yellow butute scooter. If you say butut pity too, if not said butut but the reality is so. Yeah, how? The point is he's a true love pick-up friend.

At exactly 9:30 p.m., Ayla and her friend, Ms. Navara, were allowed to go home by her manager.

As he was about to order an ojek online, suddenly someone poked his arm from behind.

Ayla turned her back, "You?" ayla asked in surprise.

"Hehe, I came to pick you up. Ride on!" Brio slightly turned his face back, telling Ayla to sit down immediately.

"Have you been waiting a long time?" ayla asked while riding on the bike.

"Lumayan. I'm hungry how about we eat some fried rice up ahead?" tawar Brio's. But Ayla was silent as if she was thinking about something.

"You're not afraid of fat, are you?" tanyanya's worried. At home the woman is very complicated dinner alone he said pamali, fear of fat is, what, and many more reasons.

"Who said? I'm not scared, though. I was thinking how about we eat satay? I haven't eaten chicken satay in a long time, '" he said. If it looks like saliva will drip immediately.

"Good idea!" Brio immediately started the bike.

Now they eat solemnly. 20 skewers of their chicken for two, plus one serving of rice each.

Ayla wanted to ask Brio something about the job that required him to be overboard. But he paused because he saw Brio who ate greedily and did not want to be disturbed.

"Didn't he eat, huh? Rarely did he eat like that" muttered Ayla who was astonished to see him.

"You eat, yes, be careful" Ayla said, wiping the corner of Brio's lips with a tissue.

As soon as time stopped, Brio's heart skipped a beat. Ayla's face, only Ayla's face filled Brio's black netra.

"Crop beans everywhere." Ayla's naughtiness brought her back to life.

"Huh, is there still?" He's back to wiping it.

"I cleaned up, okay. Eat again, come on!" he said while putting the meat satay into his mouth.

"Huh, she has become my wife, I've said if I love her, still meet her this love is like new again," Brio's inner self as she calmed her heart that was being timid.

After they were full they went home. Day has also shown half eleven nights. Vehicles rarely pass. But suddenly the bike broke down, while the trip was still one kilo meters away.

Brio checked his machine, but unfortunately he did not have the key to open.

With a forced and accompanied by a wry smile she glistened, "Ay..."

"Break, huh?" ayla and Brio could not answer just nodding.

"Yes, we just push." said Ayla casually.

"You ride the motorcycle, yeah! It's still a long way to go. If your path must be tired let alone out of work. Pity your feet." said Brio worriedly.

"No need, Brio. When did you live here? Push the motor again. No, I don't want to. Let's just push."

"But it's."

"Not a but!" Ayla immediately took her position to the back of the bike. Push that yellow scooter.

"Ayla, you just go up. I'm strong enough to push you" Brio advised again.

"No, ngawur you! You will also be tired. Anyway, I've been filled with gasoline with you, 10 skewers of chicken." Ayla chuckled to herself.

They also pushed the bike together. Just like the same heavy proverbs on the same light shoulder in the tote. Like the suffering of the life of the household ark must be done together. If not together, it is not a household.

"Huh, finally arrived," said Ayla. He immediately got into his contract. Then clean yourself from the sweat that is pouring.

"I'm sorry, Ayla. Just be patient for another week. You won't be in trouble like this" Brio's inner voice stared at Ayla's departure with sadness.

Brio waited for Ayla in the bed while massaging her legs slowly. He was just as tired of pushing the bike. His legs are very sore, the motor he thought was light because the body is small but it turns out to be heavy as well. This was his first time pushing a bike. Duh, actually this simple life is not suitable for him who was born all-round.

"Brio.." call Ayla, Brio puffed up.

"I just realized, how is your mattress one-in?" ayla asked as she approached him.

"Ah, time? Yesterday'kan you sleep here alone, continue last night sleep always I hug. How many days has the position been like this when you just realized?" Instantly Brio became pouting.

"Yes, anyway. But I was right, I just realized. Hehe.." Ayla laughed embarrassedly.

Brio pulled him to sleep on his lap. He looked at his wife, from her face radiated tired.

"You're tired, huh?" tanyanya while gently rubbing her head. Ayla was familiar with this scene. Instantly he got back up. She even now grabs her husband's leg for a massage.

He was scared, so scared that the dream had come true. Even something that was exactly the same as his dream he was trying to avoid. Ah, let's just say she's more, because of her fear of being toyed with, betrayed by her own husband. Especially after he loved.

"Well, what's wrong with you?"

"Your feet must be sore, right? That's why you massage yourself.." he said.

"Ah, that's it. But it's okay, tomorrow it's gonna heal." Brio tried to pull Ayla back into his lap.

Brio who felt that he was being avoided also thought hard so that Ayla would want to tell a story, why until she was like that?

The man also followed in the footsteps of his wife laying her body in a mattress.

Ayla shut her eyes pretending she's closed.

Grep..

Brio hugged her from behind.

"You're angry that I put our mattress together?" he asked but got no answer from Ayla. The man chose to continue pretending to be asleep.

"Sorry, Ayla. I just want to be like any other halal couple. The first thing they see when they wake up is their partner's face. He said he would make his days happy. It turns out, yes. I'm happy to be the man who first saw you wake up" he said. The wife just kept listening.

"On which motor broke down, forgive me too. As a husband I should make you happy not to bother you, "he regretted.

"Brio, I'm not mad about any of that." Finally Ayla opened her voice, a beautiful smile rising on Brio's face.

"I'm just scared" she took that smile back.

"Fear what?"

"Lately you've been different." Ayla turned her body to look at the man who had become her husband.

"Different?" Brio scrunched his brows.

"Yes. First you suddenly got rich. Then your work is suddenly overtime."

"Then what's wrong with that? I'll work with Yaris at the office. It's only natural that I'm overtime?"

"You really work with Yaris?"

"Of course, Ayla. He's my only boss.."

"I'm afraid you become a stash of flirtatious aunts," he said while throbbing.

"What's? Huhaha..." Brio couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. So, Ayla thought she earned money that way? Haih, what a ridiculous!

"Jeez, Ayla... I'm just someone's mistress."

"Who?" ayla's assault doesn't like it.

"You, I'm your mistress" he said, still laughing. He wiped the water from the corner of his eye, which came out as he laughed.

"Ah, Bryo..." Ayla pursed her lips, scruffy. It turns out that another fact of her husband is that he often makes other people hang.

"Already dong, you don't pout so." Brio cupped Ayla's face.

"Yes, you don't make me hang, '" Ayla said. As time stopped, Ayla stared intently at Brio as well as Brio.

Suddenly his hand was directed to open Brio's glasses and ruffled his misty hair. Really he was fascinated by the disheveled look of Brio like now.

"Handsome," she said. "Why are you hiding your good looks?"

"Because I don't want anyone to see me handsome" Brio said.

"Good, I'd rather you're the cupid."

Brio looked at him strangely, why does his wife like her cupid self?

"Ayla, you don't like me who's handsome?"

"No, having a handsome husband is complicated. Many like it," he said smoothly feeling barrier-free.

"Not good?"

"Who said? No, kok. I like you better like this," he said as he stroked softly Brio's cheek.

Huh, it's weird that Ayla doesn't like it. Precisely he prefers if Brio appear without glasses and hair that has been in the closet.

But he didn't want Brio to change because of it and become uncomfortable. Although actually he was amused by the appearance of Brio, but when after in the contract the taste was lost instantly. Yes, it can be said if it has been rented is still good to see because there is no incoming event to put clothes into his pants.

"What's? So, she likes me the cute one? How do I show my true identity?" inner Brio. He kept staring at Ayla. Sometimes he swallowed his saliva out of fear.

"Aylla... Actually..."

Hoaam...

"Sorry, Brio. Today I am very tired and I want to go to bed soon. I'm so sleepy, hoamm..." Ayla grabbed Brio's hand which was still cupping her. Grasping those warm hands.

Seeing Ayla's comfortable sleep made her comfortable as well. It is true that Ayla is the most perfect wife according to her. It's beautiful, fine, doesn't demand it about possessions, nor does it demand it about looks. All he needs is a loyal heart and respect it. Simple, his wishes are simple.

"I'm happy to marry you, Ayla" she muttered with a proud smile. A happy smile because he had found the person he wanted all along.

"But the more I come here the more afraid I'll lose you...."

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