Honey (Confidential)
Room Three Lives

At this moment, Viona was standing on the balcony of Ethan and Erina's room. After telling a long story about the journey of love himself and his wife, the man then slept. It might be due to the effect of the medicine, so the man was sleepy. The woman was enjoying a quiet night from up there.

After listening and recalling what Ethan had said, he now had to awaken himself and his heart. But ... his heart did not comply. Always wear feelings. So, who's this really wrong? It is her fault, who is forced to be present, or her heart's fault, which always carries feelings. Or ... "this is my destiny" said the woman lethargic.

Viona then turned her head, looking at the sky. "Mother .. I hope that if, one day, you know what I'm doing. I'm not angry yes, this is all I do, for you ma'am ..," he told the dark sky.

"Yes, I also have to get used to it. If I was working. Not a wife." continued the woman, shaking her head.

Long he was there, awake and calm. Even late at night, and forget to eat.

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At exactly 03:00 in the morning, the roar of the car stopped. Viona woke up from her sleep. He sleeps on the couch in Ethan's room. Because the man did not want to be left alone.

And when he just got off the couch, wanted to get up and get out of there. The door to the room was open from the outside. He was even very surprised by that. His gaze immediately met with Erina's tired face. "Sst," the woman placed her index finger between her lips and nose.

"No papa, just continue sleeping. I am tired of cleaning my face and sleeping. It's still night." Erina passed towards the walk-in closet with a mouth that just kept making noises.

Viona who felt bad, wanted to go out. Again, according to orders. So, he dropped his body back on the sofa earlier.

Before long, Erina came back with the clothes she had now changed. Wearing thigh shorts, and oversized tops.

"This is if tomorrow mama Vienna does not come, I mending home tomorrow. Mad it's mother-in-law, no arisan all of a sudden," grumbled Erina again.

Viona who heard Erina speak then sat back down and looked towards Erina. But, now the woman was actually sitting on the bed while brushing her face with her hands. "He's cured, isn't he?" ask her in a soft voice. Pointing towards Ethan who was sleeping soundly.

Viona nodded, "mmm, I'm '" not finished yet she said that she would move rooms. Erina cut out her sentence. "No need. Just here. Anyway, tomorrow you come home early. Because Ethan's mother if here likes the morning. Just relax, tomorrow you are between drivers." so said Erina while laying her body on the bed, right next to the husband. In fact, before he completely fell asleep, he also peeked at the man's forehead.

Again Viona smiled wryly at the sight of that. A very beautiful harmonious view is seen by the eye. At once slashing the chest. Again, he had to wake up, if he was there working, with the contract system.

The woman threw herself back on the sofa. It could be said that he was lucky to move places.if, until the morning he slept in the bed, I don't know what would happen, if caught by the legitimate wife.

Yes, actually, he was asked to accompany the husband to sleep in bed. However, once the man looks good. He went out and looked. Eventually, he decided to sleep on the couch.

For a long time, his eyelids were no longer closed. Even until the dawn of Adhan. Finally, the woman decided to move on and leave from there. Leaving behind a couple who were currently sleeping soundly with their arms hugging each other. Face each other, and look affectionate to each other.

Early in the morning, the air was cold. And Viona rode the bike without wearing a jacket. Even wearing a helmet forgot. He realized it when he got home. More precisely his hiding house.

With a feeling of anxiety, he entered after being opened the door by the aunt. He hurried to his room to bathe and pray. Before it's too late.

In sitting down, he was crying. Pouring all the flavors in his chest to the Living Owner. He told me his complaints there. To where, when he was crying so much, the door was knocked from the outside. With tears rolling down her cheeks, the woman turned her head. Then tears were washed away on his face. "There, what, Bi?" ask because the aunt called him.

"There's a phone, Non. From Mom's house" said the aunt from outside her room.

"Yes, I'm down." Viona exhaled a rough breath, feeling annoyed. But a little scared. Because he went home without permission first.

Slowly the woman walked from room to floor, without letting go of the face. He took the phone with a lazy handle and answered the call. "Assalamualaikum," he said trying to neutralize the sound. Understandably, usually the cry people his voice changed.

"Wa'alaikumsallam's chat. Why come home so early?" the sound he heard made him widen his eyelids. Along with tears that flow.

In her heart she whispered. 'Why you call, are you worried, or is my energy still needed there."

"Hi, why silence?" ask Ethan again. "I'm worried. It's not that Erina said last night that you'd be driven. Why go home alone?"

Viona frowned, "mmm .. sorry, sir. I'd normally take a morning shower and change clothes before prayers. So, I can't be at my father's and mother's house, because my clothes are in this house."

Yeah, Viona finally found an excuse. This reason was not acceptable to Ethan, because it was like that.

"But, Sir. I heard what Erina's mom said. 'And I was sleeping" said Viona as she remembered that Erina said so slowly and as the man slept.

"Not to be discussed. What matters is that you're okay on the road?" ask Ethan again.

"No, Sir. I am safe until home, thank God" the woman replied.

"OKs. That is. I'm closing. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsallam" replied Viona. But the phone he still stuck to his ear.

"Thank God, he's fine. I was afraid, he felt jealous and carried the speed of the bike very quickly. I don't want him to do anything." Ethan's muttering voice while closing the phone to his container can still be heard directly by Viona. Until the woman was upset. Because again he made ge-er.