When Love Is Present

Chapter 61. Laras.

"At least he knew I wouldn't stay silent if someone was messing with my life."

Vim grabs a tissue arranged in a box on the dashboard. Clean up sweat residues on the face.

"Where are you going?" Ask Dion.

"home."

"okay lah. I sent it out."

"Okay, bro." Vim felt aches in his body.

"Rony has revenge with you."

"I follow the game. He sold me. Just take me to Laras' house, Di. He's right there."

Dion turned the steering wheel to the left. Twenty minutes later they arrived at the spacious courtyard of Laras' house. Empty land without any plants in the middle other than paving block overlays neatly arranged. Surrounded by fruit trees and flowers.

"I'm going home." Dion's Wristband on Vim. Refuse to stop by for a while because Anggia must be waiting at home.

"Yoi be careful Di!"

Bruum. Dion's car disappeared from view. Vim's car was put in Dion's office. Tomorrow will be taken.

Vim knocked on the door three times. The door was opened by Laras' father.

"Vim you just got home. Come inside."

The door was wide open and Vim went inside.

"Your face is scuffed so. Birthday?"

"Yes sir. Ordinary sir man. I'm going in first sir"

Father Laras nodded. Room door shut tight by Vim. Baras gasped in shock at the appearance of Vim.

"Mas Vim!! God, why are you here this night?!"

"God, Laras, can't I visit my wife?" Vim asked back. Barrel laughed crisply.

"Hahahah.who said you can't. I thought mas was home when I was here." The barrel finishes writing something so it doesn't pay too much attention to Vim.

"Where can I sleep without you. Let alone me without your embrace." Vim says.

"Haalaah wouldn't you sleep better without disturbing."

Until there, Lara stopped writing. Reversing his body facing Vim and he was shocked beyond measure at Vim's collapsed appearance.

The shirt is not put into pants, hair is disheveled and the face is far from cheerful impression. There was only a tired and disheveled face. Then the bruises on his face caused a question mark on Laras' head.

"Why are you?!!" Pekik Baras's.

"It's nothing."

"Geez I'll take a P3K box and some warm water." The barrel moved nimble towards the back. Back again with a small basin of warm water. His face was stiffening carrying a basin.

The barrel cleans the cuts and bruises on Vim's face carefully. Apply rivanol and betadine to the wound.

"It's good not to tear the wound big. Who's fighting with?" Ask Laras later.

Can't wait to hear Vim's story further. But Vim is still silent. He did not immediately tell a story but instead stretched his body on the bed. Stretch out both of his hands and close both eyelids. A breath came out of his nose.

"I'm tired." He said with both eyes still clenched.

"I know you must be tired in this state but you're still dirty."

"Prepare warm water The barrel I want to take a bath." Both eyes of Vim were open. For the sake of the future and the continuity of his household he is willing to do this. Sacrifice of soul and body as long as the household remains intact and Laras does not lose happiness.

"Already mas. Take a shower after that we eat. Come on."

Laras reaches out to Vim and is greeted by Vim's right hand to get Vim up from the bed. Baras tried to pull Vim's hand but it was useless because the strength of the pull was not balanced with the strength of Vim's hand. Barrel lost and he fell face down just above Vim.

"Aaaahh." Baras tried to get up but both of Vim's arms locked him so he could not move awake.

"let go. You haven't had a shower. Mas Vim release. Iiii-i." Barrels thrashing. Pinched Vim's arm but he grimaced in pain. Vim's hard arm muscles don't feel apapu when he pinches.

It's not really a comfortable thing to be in Vim's arms at the moment. Vim kucel's face. His shirt was shabby and Vim smelled of sweat mixed with perfume. Far from the word fragrant although still lingering perfume smell vague. Vim gave a happy laugh. Being able to make Laras enter the deck was a happiness for him. Especially seeing Laras who tried to get away from him. Makes Vim even more anxious.

"let go. Unleash it. Uhuhhh!"

Vim loosened his hold.

"Hahaahahah."

"Huh.huh.hahh." The barrel regulates the breath next to the Vim. Pouting at her husband and lover.

"Udahl. The shower is already night."

"Well, I take a shower. Wait for me to come." Vim patted Laras' cheek slowly. Vim opened the recording that Dion had sent to his phone. The footage of him fighting with Rony.

"Listen to this."

Baras looked questioningly. He started listening to the tape. Listening attentively to the voice of people alternately talking accompanied by blows. Braaks. Buccum. Laras' heart feels pained. He knows the voice of Vim.

Vim left Laras alone because he had to wash himself. Then Laras prepares a casual outfit for Vim. The barrel played back the sound recording.

Kreeek.

The bathroom door is open. Vim came up from there.

"Now you know the truth. Don't accuse me of anything at all." Vim wears a towel wrapped around his waist.

The barrel ran small approaching Vim. The two arms of the barrel are coiled around Vim's neck. Their faces were so close that their noses touched each other. The fragrance of Vim's body makes the barrel feel linger attached to Vim.

"Grabbing me heeh??" Ask Vim. The breath feels warm touching the skin of the face Laras.

"Humm what's wrong. I'm your wife. Just be fine." Said Barrel without shame.

Laras. Drown his face in the recesses of Vim's neck. The taste of haru, happy and affection mixed into one. It felt like he wanted to keep embracing Vim that night. Showing that he really loves Vim.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm carried away by emotions." The Whisper of the Barrel in the ear of Vim. The soft and subtle sounds of the barrel resemble an *******. The soul of the Vim man thrashed. Adjustable whispers such as sound******** that instantly evoke warm embers in the chest.

"It's okay. I-i understand. Sometimes I am jealous too. I'm sorry, but. Will you let me starve like this?"

"Oh ee I'm sorry." The barrel blushed in embarrassment and let go of its embrace. Vim's gaze was very soft. Baras misbehaved and tried to calm his heartbeat that beat faster.

"I'm just gonna eat here, Ras." Vim takes the orange cake that is still in front of the makeup glass. Repeat eating three pieces. Still his stomach is still looking for a plate of rice complete with side dishes and vegetables.

"I got ya. Just a minute."

Shortly afterwards Laras came with food on the tray.

He waited for Vim to eat patiently.

"Come closer to me." Call Vim after you finish eating. Not wanting to disappoint, Laras approached and sat down next to Vim.

"I'm here."

Now Vim is embracing Laras. Swiping the upper arm belongs to Laras. Gentle swabs without wanting to hurt the Barrel. The barrel rests its head on Vim's shoulders. Peace felt. The romance of two young couples as a way to strengthen the inner bond between the two while fostering love.

"I miss you." Vim again. It sounded cliche but that was what he was feeling. Always want to be close to the bar. One night he could not be far from Laras. Laras who became the encouragement of his life. Which is why Vim fought as hard as possible to achieve success. Encouraged by great love for Laras Vim willing to sacrifice anything. Though life.

"Uluuh. uluuuh not one day left." The barrel touches the end of Vim's chin.

"Huumm you doubt it, right?"

Vim let Laras' hand caress his chest. Flattered by the attention given by Baras.

"No. I believe what you say."

Crackock. Krueks..

"What's that sound?" Vim looked at the eyeballs. Look for the source of the sound he just heard.

"Sorry my stomach sounds." Laras was embarrassed. His stomach asked to be filled again when two hours ago he had just eaten.

"Oo Barrel. Why are you starving here? Didn't mom cook so well that you didn't eat? Why are you starving at home?" Vim asked in astonishment.

"I'm hungry again, baby." Answer Briefly. He wanted other foods that were not at home.

"Then let's eat. I'm with you and this is for mom to be able to shop more. Ask mom to buy you what you want."

Vim took out five pieces of hard cash from his wallet and gave them to Laras. His wallet is back.

"Give it to mom." His order.

"Mas I received the money but mom already gave me the money for extra shopping. Keep it, yeah." Baras rejected Vim's suggestion. Vim shook his head.

"You're the one who kept it. Now let's eat. Hurry up, or I'll take you to the dining room." Vim Threat. Of course Laras refused to be carried by Vim. Laras couldn't imagine his parents would see that.

"No. No. gabe. Um I've eaten rice. I want another." The voice sounded doubtful.

"What's that??"

"Mi chicken." Answer Lightly.

"Chicken noodles? Is there still a clock like this?" Vim glanced at the wall clock. Nine o'clock, fifteen minutes.

"Mas please buy it. Yes mas? I want to." Said Laras again half whining like a child.

"I'm asking you to buy me a favor."

"I want Vim to buy it. Not good for you, sir."

"It's sure of me." Answer the original Vim.

"No. Not delicious. If you don't want to buy it, it means you don't love me. Oh, baby, don't I?" Laras almost cried Vim did not comply with his request.

"Yes, you don't eat. I bought. That's if there's any." Finally Vim relented even though he was a bit lazy out of the house considering the spatter had fallen.

"Mas don't forget the crackers and meatballs." Pinta Laras again held Vim's step out of the door.

"For you dear anything. hhhh." Vim said before disappearing behind the door.

The barreling laughed widely. But he had to be patient waiting for Vim to come home. It's a long wait. Laras keeps hoping Vim will come soon.

He walked into the living room. Look behind the window curtains. Seeing that maybe Vim has come. There aren't. Back to his room.

"Darling I came. Here's your order." Finally the eagerly awaited Vim appears carrying an empty bowl and a packet of chicken noodles

"Eat." He had poured chicken noodles into a bowl ready to be eaten by Laras.

"Thank you dear. You're kind. Hmmm delicious. Would you?"

"No, I'm full. Eat it."

"Enak mas but this isn't chicken noodles up ahead." Barrel began to judge. He was too familiar with the chicken noodles in the T-junction near his home. What he eats now is many chicken pieces but small.

"Obviously no. I bought it at Raya City Walk."

"????"

It is fitting for a long time to wait, Inner Laras. The distance to it is far and usually many buyers. Laras imagined Vim queuing there. It turns out he really cares about Laras. Rela queuing.

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