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Indra actually hates rain. He can't go anywhere. However, in some moments when he really wants to be at home, Indra likes it. Including now.

But apparently Indri was busy. The woman sits on a large carpet in their workspace. Various books were scattered around him. In the lap of Indri there is also an agenda book that is occasionally written. Sometimes other books are read.

Indra decided to approach because the busyness did not seem to matter if accompanied. "What meda?"

"Finding some references," Indri replied ambiguously as his focus was being split. He smiled slightly as he caught Indra's astonished look. "This is not any task. I took the initiative."

"Pain yourself like always, huh?" Indra also unfurled a small blanket that he deliberately carried, then wrapped it into the back body of Indri who at that time was only protected by a thin shirt.

Indri misbehaved and grasped the end of the blanket. "thank you. I ... it's kind of cold." He then fell silent clumsily because Indra turned out to come into the scope of the blanket and put himself behind him. Indri hurriedly tried to focus again on his work. "You don't have any work or work? Nothing you want to read?"

Indra's head that was leaning comfortably on Indri's shoulder also shook his head lazily. "I've read it all." The man could feel the rigid body of Indri. "sorry. Am I bothering you?"

Indri immediately set the turmoil of feeling and his face heated up. "No. This is not an important job anyway. I'm not in a hurry." The woman again fell silent clumsily as she felt her waist being hugged from behind. "... If you're sleepy, why don't you go to sleep?"

"Looks like I'm bothering you, hm?"

"Not so-"

"Just a minute, Indri." Indra's voice was soothing. "Rain as it is now ... Mom always warms me up like this."

Indri's nervousness instantly disappeared. The woman could not speak for a few seconds, but one of her hands momentarily stroked Indra's arm that was clutching her waist. Then, Indri returned to work.

When Indri was finished, the woman knew that Indra was not sleeping even though she had been silent since. He patted Indra's arm. "You want to sleep after this? Or what?"

Indra shook her head slowly without any interest in opening her eyes. "I just want to be around you right now."

I don't know how many times the man made Indri meet red just with words - if always thrown too honest and unconscious. Silence filled with rain melodies then made Indri also live the warmth he was feeling now. The warmth of Indra's love. "Last-lately," he whispered somewhat blushed, ". you .. hugged me more often."

"Can't you?"

Indri always did not dwell when Indra threw back his question. "... not really."

"You don't like it?"

"I like it, of course." The next second, Indri realized what he said. His face is hot. "... stop twisting my words. I'm serious."

Indra snorted amusedly and opened her eyes. He could see Indri's nervous fingers on the woman's lap. His smile softened as he looked at the golden gleam that coiled around Indri's ring finger. "I just want to hug you. That's all."

More clumsy when both hands are cupped by both big hands Indra, Indri tried to reply, "That's all?"

"Why? You seem curious." Indra sounded funny. He is more focused on slipping his fingers to the sidelines of Indri's fingers. He could feel both of their rings touching. "It's not like it used to be. We are no longer lovers. We're not fiancees anymore. You are mine and I am yours too. You are free to reveal all your feelings and problems to me until you are satisfied. I also will not hesitate to do anything that can make you comfortable ... and happy."