
Brandon held Ayako's hand in a friendly manner. Sometimes he glanced at the woman who was now his wife. A feeling of happiness and joy surrounded his heart space. He did not expect that Ayako would be his full possession today.
"Why are you smiling to yourself?" ayako asked curiously who saw her husband.
"Because of happiness."
"Related, because happy? Don't you think of anything else?" ask Ayako again. He deliberately fished for his husband.
"Thinking what the hell, no thinking nothing." Replied Brandon who still pretended not to understand the meaning of the wife.
Ayako increasingly embraces the affectionate sturdy arms of Brandon. He deliberately wrestled spoiled on the shoulders of the husband.
"Well, it's beautiful" Ayako said in amazement, seeing their bridal rooms decorated in such a way.
Red roses scattered on the floor and on the bed form a love pattern and from the balcony can see the beautiful view of Tokyo with sparkling lights.
Ayako closed her eyes as she felt a gust of wind at night that hit her beautiful face.
Brandon approached, a few minutes later he approached his wife from behind. He kissed Ayako's nape gently.
"Emm..." Ayako wriggled with amusement instantly holding her groans as firmly as possible. Because Brandon's hands have started dancing beautifully on his slender body.
"Why baby?" brandon asked smilingly at the expression of the wife.
"That's nothing," Ayako shook her head slowly.
"Oh, I think why," Brandon's fingers danced beautifully on Ayako's body. Now he changed his position so that he could freely look at the beautiful face of the wife.
"Don't duck! Lookatme!" brandon Pinta. A look full of love stared at Ayako's beautiful face. A second later he kissed his forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.
The boneless springy things were entangled with each other. Satisfied playing on the lips ranum the wife, turning to the neck of a smooth white level he snuggled friendly he bit small as a sign of ownership.
"Ah...why is it in the bite? There will be a trace of how dong!" Ayako protests.
Brandon laughed at his pouting wife. Not his stop action Brandon increasingly naughty tracing the neck of Ayako's level. With a slow motion, Brandon pushed Ayako towards the bed. Ayako's position under Brandon, their views met emanated such great love from the two.
Brandon again kissed Ayako's lips, his right hand down to hold the spherical object containing the chewy nan. Looks like this will be Brandon's favorite.
"Ayako, I love you." Brandon.
"I love you too."
"I love more, Ayako Nakamura."
"My love is more for Brandon Wijaya."
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"Yako!" Shouted Brandon. He rubbed his face violently. His dreams about his wife always disturbed his day.
Almost a year after that, he had always dreamed the same thing. All the means and efforts he made to find the wife but all the nil. I don't know, the tub in Ayako's earth just disappeared.
"Ah, shit dream again," said Brandon.
"Gga can keep going, I just go back to Indonesia. In order to escape from the shadow of Ayako. He took a flat object to contact someone.
Morning time...
" You're up, let's have breakfast!" Said the middle-aged woman who was arranging dishes and some breakfast menu at the dinner table.
As usual, Brandon just nodded his head without even returning his mother's words. Since Ayako's departure, Brandon has become a private person he will not talk if it is not important and he only spends time working.
His mother was used to his son's attitude. It was no problem for Himawari. As a mother, she was right Wednesday what the son experienced.
"I'm going to Indonesia next week." Brandon said expressionlessly.
"Why all of a sudden?" asked the surprised mother to hear Brandon.
From next to his seat, the husband raised his index finger and he put it on his lips, hinting that the wife did not ask further about the son's decision.
"OK, papa and mama will come. Almost a year papa didn't come back to Indonesia." Agus papa Brandon.
"Yes," Brandon replied as he fed the food into his mouth.
"Papa and son compact, gini very fate mama. Decision in your hands" chirped Himawari who pretended to be angry at her husband and son.
"Ma, don't you want to shop?" ask Agus.
"Ngga wants the truth, but if papa maksa, let's go to the mall to buy new clothes!" Himawari answered enthusiastically.
"In rayu it's aja luluh." Brandon interrupted his parents' conversation.
"Just let me dong, it's my mom who uses her husband's own money. If the husband's money, it's not allowed," no less fierce Himawari replied to Brandon's words.
"Hem, yes, queen mother. Already, leave first," Brandon stood up and took the car keys to go to work.
"Look at that, your son's behavior! Same mama herself sucked her for mercy. Fate don't have girls huh, gini. If the debate doesn't help. Husband is busy working, children are also everywhere themselves. Mama's sad pa, I think I keep." Himawari picked up a tissue on the table he rubbed on his dry cheeks without tears.
" Here, put on a table cloth!" Agus gave up the white cloth under the plate.
" Father! That'll make a dish cloth, why tell mama to wear it! " hymawari protest.
"The issue is dear ma, right if you wear this can be washed again."
"Don't you, papa started again."
"Come, we're going shopping? Papa temenin's. There's Brandon in the office so papa's out of work."
"So, come on pa!" Himawari stood up and took her bag.
Indonesia
"Pa, it's hot. Mama wants to buy ice dong. Haus nih," Himawari moved his bamboo sensu that he brought from Japan.
" That's Sensu, still hot? it's weird to be hot to drink ice. If you are thirsty, just drink ice. Later near the mother's house there is a brother who sells ice dawet delicious, later buy ice there alone."
"You have it, it's up to you, '" Himawari got into the car that picked them up at the airport.
"Ah, finally adem pa," said Himawari sat his body in the seat behind the wheel.
"Pampered mama, usually also to the street market not complaining hot." Cirrup Brandon.
Agus laughed when he heard the son mocking his wife. Rarely is Brandon like this, since the departure of Ayako he became a quiet person.
"Keep, ketawain mama. You guys are outrageous. Come on, road man!" Himawari orders the driver while folding the fan he holds.
The car was also run slowly splitting the streets of Jakarta which is a little slow because today is Sunday.
Brandon closed his eyes enjoying the song played by the driver. It felt like this was the best thing he had to do, go from his birthplace to forget the memories of Ayako and start a new life in Indonesia.
The car stopped suddenly when it saw a girl crossing the road not being careful.
"Woi... crazy girl!" as the driver.
"Why sir?" brandon asked, opening her eyes slowly.
"That's a girl crossing the street recklessly mas." Answer the driver.
Brandon gets out of the car, he sees the girl still on the side of the road while bowing her head as a sign of apology.
"Hi, you want to die?" asked Brandon while shouting.
The girl raised her head. "Ha, very handsome," he said with his mouth open in awe of Brandon's good looks.
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👣 Sensu is a bamboo fan from Japan. It used to be in the era of the Japanese empire was used by men from among the nobility, but the more developed the era of women was widely used. At that time in the fold of the fan contains notes or paintings and in use during certain events only. But the more advanced the development of the fan age is increasingly widespread in use in various countries such as Indonesia.
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