Young Master's Small Wife
72

Keisya pierced Vino's cheekstrake causing a brief movement of his sleeping master in front of him, Keisya smiled happily at him. Tumben once this one man has not woken up when usually he is the earliest to wake up. Staring closely at Vino's baby-like face while asleep, a fierce and cold face was immediately covered.

"That's the death," Keisya hiccups himself until he wants to nyekik Vino's neck to get into the burrow. Again his tiny hand moved mischievously, this time his hand pointed to the pointed nose of Vino, Vino, putting his hand into Vino's nostril but still he did not move at all made Keisya furious because he did not manage to bang this one kebo.

Okay, Keisya still has the last way that is scraping Vino's ears with his fingers, he believes this way must be powerful, ignorant smile began to be engraved.

"We'll see if he can withstand my attack this time, hahaha."

Vino's large hand brushed Keisya's hand from his ear making Keisya laugh in satisfaction. Vino blinked his eyes a few times.

"What?" vino asked after he had finished collecting his life, half of which was still wandering in the dreamland.

"Wake up, it's already 7," Keisya replied accompanied by his distinctive grin.

"Males." Vino who felt Keisya's answer was not important it closed his eyes again continued his beautiful dream that had been cut off because of the mischievous act of Keisya.

"I'm Aduin Mama just found out the taste," she threatened.

"Gak sportif really use the event ngadu all, you little boy," said Vino.

"Basic of pedophiles, "Keisya immediately ran to the bathroom because Vino already wanted to catch him because he called himself a pedophile.

....

The phone on the nightstand rang making Keisya attention diverted. It was his cell phone, he grabbed it to see the name of the caller, a name that made Keisya's face shrivel in wonder.

"Sister Fitri? Tumben really call, usually never," the name of the caller is Fitri the brother (lift). This is the first time Fitri has contacted him so far. With mixed feelings he lifted it.

"Hi, Kei," kind of sounds awkward.

"Yeah, tumben. What's up?"

"Someone wants me to talk to you."

Me? Ye? How strange yes, usually Fitri if talking to Keisya must use lo-gue.

"What's brother, by the way?"

"Not by phone, I'm coming to your house, hmm I mean your husband's house, not busy right?"

"No. When's big brother?"

"Around 9 I'll get there, already yes I'll finish my lecture first, see you," the connection was severed unilaterally. Keisya glanced towards the wall clock that showed at 7:30.

The sound of the bathroom door opening, Keisya turned his head immediately which of course the culprit was Vino who had just finished bathing.

"Who did you talk to?"

"Oh that was Fitri's phone," Keisya's face looks upset because it had just been called by Fitri after a long time.

"Well?"

"Say I'll come here later."

"Make what?"

"I don't know, but I think someone wants to talk about it anyway but I don't know what," Keisya put his shoulder to the ground.

"Oh."

"Why see that? Is there a debt I owe you?" vino asked noticing Keisya's cynical gaze.

"Yes, boxing debts a thousand times," said while glaring annoyed.

"Heh, where are you going? Quickly pair!" Vino stopped Keisya who was about to leave the room, then thrust a shirt.

"How many hands do you have?" asked Keisya with a sweet smile but impressed at the forced.

"Don't have. I'm here, you have to be filial to your husband, hurry!"

Sighing in a rough breath, then walked nonchalantly towards Vino who was standing sideways. Keisya grabbed the shirt, painstakingly he put it on Vino's sturdy body like a child.

"It's over, I'm going to the kitchen right now."

"Eh uh wait, one more," this time Keisya was not out of thought with Vino's brain that seemed to have been lost, did he pawn him in the Bank?

"What the fuck? Pants yes put on your own," Keisya said, as Vino told him to.

"Sir, kidding. Go there already!"

Again Keisya grumbled, her husband is why really demen angling emotions. Keisya stomped his feet as he continued walking towards the door.

......

.....

The sound of the doorbell echoed in Keisya's ear, glancing momentarily at the wall clock above the TV.

"Surely Mr. Fitri."

"Sir, let me open, "Keisya halted the steps of a servant who looked troubled running towards the door.

"Sorry brother open the door for a long time" said Keisya, after staring at the figure of a woman standing in front of him smiling gently, as he looked, the smile that he never showed Keisya this time Keisya felt an affection from a Big Brother, but the girl's eyes looked swollen as if they had been crying, she said, either Keisya did not want to be too kepo with his brother's problems but on the other hand he was curious. For a moment Keisya was stunned because Fitri was carrying a medium-sized suitcase. Wait, is he moving here? Then what was the reason for leaving both parents in the village?

Fitri understood Keisya's gaze and seemed to know his thoughts.

"Ahh Keisya I will not stay here, I will just say goodbye and want to apologize," Fitri looked down lethargic, feeling very embarrassed just to look at the shady face of his sister.

"We're just talking inside, brother."

Clasped Fitri's hand tightly and led him inside.

Finished serving juice to Fitri, Keisya sat himself next to the older brother with a feeling of anxiety.

"Kei, I just learned one fact that I was actually just an adopted child," the clear circle managed to slip past the girl's cheek, Fitri cried.

Keisya's heart seemed to stop beating, what was heard was wrong right?

"Sister, brother's joke isn't funny. So let's get to the point quickly, "Keisya gently rubbed the back of Fitri who was crying sobbing.

"No, I'm serious. I heard my own Mother and Father saying that, even I don't seem to be worthy of calling them that, considering how many sins I've committed on them."

Keisya fell silent, not knowing how to respond. Being in the Fitri position is indeed difficult, if you know such a painful fact.

"Kei, will you forgive all the deeds I have done to you? I'm really sorry, I never meant to hate you but my heart seems to lead me to do it, I'm a bad brother and I'm an unlucky kid, I don't deserve any more parental affection, shouldn't I just die."

Honestly, Keisya's heart ached hearing her. All this time he never held a grudge against Fitri, on the contrary he loved her very much no hatred in the slightest, even if Fitri did not say sorry, Keisya had forgiven him.