THE PEBINOR

Chapter 22 - THE PEBINOR

"Father.." call Arvin spoiled, while hugging Melisa from behind. Currently, Melisa is washing dishes as well as dirty equipment after she uses cooking.

"Yes, why baby?" Melisa asked, without turning her head, she focused on washing the pan that smelled fishy because of the traces of frying eggs.

"Bobok, yuk." Take Arvin, still with his way of speaking that sounds very spoiled to Melisa. Hearing that, Melisa chuckled. Arvin's behavior always makes him feel entertained by all his behavior and attitude. 

"So soon, it's a little bit more done." 

"Heemm, don't be long. It's so sleepy." Whine Arvin, while pinning his face on Melisa's back that was slightly opened because of the handsome young man's movements.

"Diem dong first, you've finished his work?"

"Udah, that's why I'm not sure you're the bobok." Replied Arvin still with a voice that sounded like that whimper.

"Yes, just a second. It's over, don't frown, it'll be gone." Melisa tried to tempt the handsome young man so as not to frown.

"Pocket.."

"Yes, that's it. Yuk bobok." Instantly, both of Arvin's eyes sparkled. She was impatient at the thought of hugging Melisa as she fell asleep and saw the woman in her arms in the morning, the first sight she saw was the beautiful face of Melisa, her adored woman.

"It looks so sweet."

"Banget, because it wants to bob the same way." Arvin replied, making Melisa shake her head. What is so special about sleeping together? Just sleeping, maybe there's an extra hug, that's all. But, look at Arvin's glowing face, as if sleeping together is a very happy thing.

Arvin opened the door of his room, as usual the young man's room was always neat and fragrant. Her blanket folded neatly, although the nuances are like a male room in his general, in the dominance of dark colors.

"Honey, I'm even dumb. Let's go in." Take Arvin, make Melisa directly enter and the young man immediately closed the door of his room, not forgetting to lock it.

Melisa sits on the side of the bed, while Arvin is busy undressing her, leaving only her boxer shorts.

"Darling, don't you wear clothes?" 

"This habit, which. Why don't I sleep without a shirt?" Ask Arvin.

"Yes, what a hell." 

"Jude, yuk bobok." Arvin lay down, as did Melisa, the woman lying next to Arvin. The two then lay on their sides while facing each other.

Arvin took Melisa's one hand and placed it on her waist, while Arvin's hand rubbed Melisa's face gently. The bruises on his face, slowly began to fade. 

But, she was sure that her cursed husband would make her again, at that time she would definitely be angry. He'd love to beat Dion up if it happened, but can he? Of course, this will greatly invite the suspicion of others about his relationship with Melisa, too risky if doing things as rash as that.

"You're beautiful, baby."

"You're the first one to say that, Arvin."

"Good, just me first and last. I'll adore your beauty, baby." Arvin replied, the young man smiled until his eyes narrowed like a crescent moon.

"Darling.."

"Yes, why hmm?"

"Are you really alone?" 

"Why is it? I'm alone, you can see for yourself, baby." Reply Arvin gently.

"Your parents?"

"Some, out of town." Reply Arvin lirih.

"Can't you?"

"Well, I don't like their restraint. Hence, I left home and am currently comfortable with my present life, let alone you." Answer her.

"Just keep going."

"Whoever is a dreadful, serious person also continues to be in a dreadful katain." Arvin said a little taut, making Melisa chuckle.

But, Arvin was the opposite. All that Dion couldn't give, Arvin could give. Starting from attention, affection, he also treats her in a very good way, even knowing whatever things he does not like. That man is Arvino Sanjaya.

"Darling.."

"Yes, why beautiful?"

"I'm that pretty, huh? Sampe make you so this same as me, but it's still the girl a lot." 

"If I want it how would you?" Ask Arvin.

"Yes, not how. Am I that attractive, huh? Sampe you willing to be the affair gini, the risk is big if you get caught." 

"I don't care, honey. I walk, I'm the Racain. If you're happy, we walk like running water." Arvin said with a smile, while Melisa looked into Arvin's eyes which exuded her sincerity. 

"I asked, are you happy with me?"

"L-yes, I'm happy with you. What I didn't get from my husband, I got it from you." Lirih Melisa, she subdued her gaze. 

"We're on the road? There's gotta be a way out for both of us, hopefully a happy ending." 

"We're asking the same author, huh, baby?" Melisa asked while looking at the window, where the author was peeking there. 

Author be like : wanjir, get caught. Auto stintitan by tomorrow. 

While the two human children laughed at the author's wrong behavior after being caught peering from behind the window.

"Our author is funny, right? Though he who made his groove, still curious until pengintip all." Said Melisa in between her ruckus.

"While the hell is more precise, he who makes the story, but he's also curious we're doing it again." Arvin replied, he was still chuckling as well. 

"There-there's just, the way he's behaving. Random is right." 

"That's it, let's go to bed, baby. Our problem is happy ending or sad ending, we leave it to the author who rules our world." 

"Yes dear." Melisa replied, she made next to Arvin's arm as a cushion where she had her head down. Arvin rubbed Melisa's head gently, then kissed her with a friendly. Then, both of them dissolved in warmth which made them finally fall asleep in a position to hug each other.

Whereas in a place, a middle-aged man stood gallantly. In his twilight age, he still looked very fit. His old face stared at the nanar a large picture frame on display in a special room filled with belongings of his son.

"Where are you, son? It's been almost three years since you left this house and never came back, are you okay, son? Papah misses you so much." His murmur, his tears welled up in his eye pelupuk. 

The wrinkles on her face illustrate how difficult her life was in the past. He had experienced all the bitterness of life so much that he could stand on his own feet. 

"Mama was gone a year ago, you came there, didn't you, son? Why not see papah? Is that how you hate papa, son? Forgive me and go home." His murmured again, this time his tears slid profusely. 

The middle-aged man was weeping giddily in front of the picture frame of the son, he so missed his only son that until now there was no news, somehow his current state, somehow, he doesn't know it. 

He was so clever to hide, that even his mercenaries who he had asked to search for the whereabouts of the son could not find him, not even traces of his existence existed at all.

Even he had deployed many of his men to search abroad, but the results were nil. There was no result that made him able to breathe freely.

"Whatever you are, may you be well and go home soon, papah longs for your presence in this house." 

"Sir, when he's taking the medicine." Said a nurse on duty reminding her to take medicine. 

"Yes, wait a minute. I'll be here in five minutes." He replied, the nurse nodded and left this special room. If she was missing her son, she would come here and talk alone for a few minutes so long.

"Well, papa has to take medicine first. Because papa's health is not good right now, son. Papa loved your mother too much, until after her departure papa often experienced hallucinations." The middle-aged man complained to his son Poto, who could either hear him or not. 

"Father out first, tomorrow papa here again." The middle-aged man walked out of the room, then closed the door slowly. Don't forget to lock the door, so no one can come in here but him.

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