Papa's Last Request
Palau

Bram went into Nero's room without knocking on the door. "What's new, how's it going?" sapana.

It's mundane. He could even be in the room all day discussing work issues.

"Eh, Mas Bram. What do you want to drink?" Nero put the mouse. Stop working on the report and walk towards the sofa where Bram is sitting.

"Liet down. Later if the thirsty mas can go to the pantry to make coffee," he replied calmly. The man's eyes swept across this entire workspace. He hasn't been here long. Lately they have met more in the meeting room. Not much has changed, there is only one extra piece of decoration behind the man's desk, a photo of Nero's wedding to his daughter, Tania.

Both of them smiled sweetly. Seeing that, Bram's heart was engulfed in an aura of happiness. It felt like he had calmed down, if one day had to leave. His son is now in the hands of the right man. Hopefully Nero can keep the trust, protect Tania for the rest of her life.

Hearing Bram's words earlier, Nero really saluted his best friend. Though he has a company but his attitude is simple and unpretentious.

Bram is unlike the other company owners that Nero often meets. Relax, kalem. Every time there is a problem, his head stays cold. That's why the legacy company of his parents still survive until now.

"How's my son?" Bram opened the conversation.

"Sound tania. I still like to lash that. Go play to the house." She smiles.

"Dant. I don't want to disturb you guys."

"Ah, really. Even if they come."

"You're really busy. Not taking that leave? Marriage goes straight to work."

"We're going to open a new branch, so I have to prepare everything in detail. If a little company can lose a lot. I'm still weighing."

"It has. Let it go first. Don't hurry. Relaxed. The work is not endless if followed. You take a vacation there, honeymoon with your wife." His tone began to tease.

Wife? Ah, Nero thought back to Tania at home.

"Later on, Mas" he refused.

"Tania kan ngambek that, out of graduation canceled tour to Bali the same tenments. You take him there. A walk." Bram provides an alternative.

"He doesn't want to go with me yet." Just seeing me he hates, Nero sat in.

"Well, you try it first. Persuade him. Who knows if he wants to."

"Dant. I still haven't thought about honeymoon. This old work," he refused subtly.

"If you keep busy, when do you get grandchildren?" Bram started flirting again. Lured the man to uncover his secret.

Nero took a deep breath. A granddaughter? Mas Bram is crazy what. Let alone want it, they do not even get along at all even though they live in a house.

Every day they are still noisy. Tania had even deliberately avoided it. The girl only wants to talk unless she really needs it. They sleep in their own rooms.

A honeymoon? Touching his hands would have glared at his eyes. Nero was not intentionally.

"Mas please understand. Tania is still angry with me. He still could not accept this marriage. Let me mas, I don't want to make a maksa."

"If you don't make an effort, he won't understand, Nero."

"Maos ..." Nero stared fixedly at Bram's eyes asking for his understanding.

He who had concentrated on completing some proposals had become distracted. He thought Bram had come to his room to discuss the tender they were working on at the moment.

"Mas Bram, I can't do it. I can't imagine I'm like that with my niece." Nero daydreamed while shaking his head.

Niece?

Oops!

She's your wife now, Nero.

"So you haven't?" ask Bram curious. If it's true they haven't done it, how sorry is this friend of his.

Nero shook his head weakly.

"You're fasting this month?" Bram.

"Yes. Mas."

"You hold?" Bram wanted to laugh at the expression of his best friend. Nero looks so resigned. Usually when it comes to women's affairs, the handsome is the most excited. Why was it that when faced with Tania, she became so afraid?

"Mas, stop. Just talk about something else." He tried to divert the conversation.

"He was also angry. Phone's been lifted. Chat is also unrequited. I don't know what it wants." These two men are obviously upset.

"Let's, Mas. It all takes time."

"But you're an effort. Persuade him. Kan from the first you were the best if Tania snambek."

"Who knows before the mas go, mas can still carry grandchildren." Bram's still trying.

"Why are you saying that anyway?"

"We don't know the age, Nero." The man seemed resigned to his condition.

"But keep trying for your recovery. Don't give up, Mom."

"I've been trying to fight it, but I've been tired for a long time."

"Eh, you're not leaving again? I want to get away with therapy." He switched the conversation. It is better to discuss something else than to talk about his first night with Tania, which until now has not happened.

"Front month we leave. You help pray yes, hopefully long life so you can see grandchildren." Bram squealing naughty.

Good Lord!

Nero took a deep breath. Should he force Tania to do that? Actually, that's her right as a husband. Tania must not refuse, sinning if that happens. All this time the obligation he had done, to support his wife and provide proper protection.

Or, should he seduce her? But ... how?

Is he willing to fuck that girl? Spice up a little kid, whose own emotions he can't control yet. Which even some important things in his life they still determine.

Let everything flow without coercion. If this marriage fails though, he will not regret it. At least he has fulfilled his promise to his best friend.

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Nero entered his house in slow steps. It's night, the clock shows the number eleven. A lot of proposals went into his email for winning tenders this year. So that Nero really must carefully select one by one, which suits the needs of the company.

After all, for whatever he was at home, if every day only heard Tania's screams and anger at him. Better all day at the office. If necessary, don't go home.

Chequek!

He opened the door. Wouldn't bother if the girl had fallen asleep first. He walked upstairs into his room. Keep bags, shower and change clothes. Down to the kitchen. He's thirsty, maybe a glass of orange juice could ease his throat.

While passing through the kitchen there was a noise in the family room. He peeked. Tania is not sleeping. The girl was watching. What movie is that? Why is Tania sobbing crying? The language is weird, like Mandarin with subtitles on the bottom.

Oh, Korean movies. Basic children. The man patted his forehead. He smiled amusedly imagining a Korean actor who became a favorite of teenagers today. Her hair is in colorful paint. Her clothes were strange, her clothes were stacked with unique models. Not very attractive dance moves yet. Just seeing him tired, let alone doing it.

Nero took a deep breath. Swiped his chest a few times, then continued to peek. But he did not dare to go to Tania, could get angry again. Will be expelled as well. He shook his head, if he remembered the incident. It's just as scary as a horror movie.

As he was about to step out towards the kitchen ...

"Of! Why am I watching?" Tania asked with a fierce face. His hands are folded on his chest. Didn't know there was someone else in the room besides her. Peeping anyway, not polite!

Nero heard his name called. Well, he's been found out. Got hit again.

Patience Nero!

"Eh, lnga. This is going to the kitchen for a drink. Thirsty." He dodged. It's true, isn't it?

"The kitchen is there. Why did you go through here?" Tania ruffled her waist. His gaze was sharp, looking at the man accusingly.

Duh, wrong talk again. This is his house too. Why does he get sprayed.

"So om through the sound of your voice crying. I thought you were why." Nero turned to look at Tania.

Her eyes widened. The girl only used a tanktop and hotpants. The curves of his body are clearly visible. He swallowed. The scene in front of him was really tempting his faith as a man. All his life, he had never seen the girl wear this kind of clothes.

"Why do you see me like that?" Tania's eyes bulged. This boy is also wrong.

"Eng ..gga. Om just .." he said.

Lord, why do you show me such a beautiful sight. Nero murmured in his heart. His heart is pounding. Never had he felt this way in any woman after Saskia's death. Even around her are many beautiful women. Why was her body's response different when she saw Tania?

"There go. Don't bother me." throw it out. His hand waved telling Nero to come out. He doesn't want to be disturbed at all. Moreover, his bully was a person he hated.

"Yes, Madam ..." The man immediately went to the kitchen.

He took a glass of orange juice. Still thirsty. Then take it again and drink it a lot. Still imagined that earlier. It turns out that her little girl is already growing up. His body has changed. It's only a matter of years that Tania won't embrace him. She must be embarrassed.

His hand moved to fetch water again. His hair is becoming. Stomach's hot. Let it be bloated. The shadow was still not gone from his head. They fantasize and go everywhere.

Tania's curves. His chest is round. Her hips are slender. Smooth white thigh.

Uh. Nero will return to his room soon. For a long time he could go crazy like this.