November Rain

Chapter 49: The Boy Who Peed

Holaaa! Apa kabar kalian semua yang sedang karantina? Atau mungkin tetap masuk kerja (kayak aku)? Semoga masih sehat-sehat ya! This too shall pass! 😇

Mau promote sedikit, sekalian mengumumkan (yaelah kek ada aja yg baca, lol) this will be the last chapter of this story... But im going to add a little fast forward epilogue later.

AND i THINK im going to make a prequel of this. Cerita waktu geng Brian cs masih kuliah gitu (aku tida tau apakah akan konsisten, bismillah aja lah ehehe) so hopefully (maybe) if you have time and think that it's worth a shot to read, mampir2 lagi ya!

Happy Ramadan, too untuk yang menunaikan! Love, L.

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"Shhh, hey, rise and shine, pumpkin!"

I open one of my eyes and half of my consciousness upon the call. Brian is smiling above my face with his dimples deepen on his cheeks, still shirtless from... you know, the night before.

"Now I'm a pumpkin? A few days ago I was a cherry pie." I beam a little grin back at him and yawn.

"You're always everything I'd love to eat." he annoyingly pokes at my nose.

"Aren't you cold? why are you still..." I uncover the blanket to see what's under. "..half naked?"

"I'm about to put the shirt on."

My eyes are still very heavy. I check the watch on the table by the bed. 5.47 AM.

"Are you nuts? What in the world did you wake me up for at this hour in winter?"

"We gotta wake up before they do, or your sister will roast me along with the corn she bought yesterday."

I chuckle and kiss his lips while my palm rests calmly on his hard-chiselled abs. There's a faint hint of cigarette on them and I love how sweet it tastes. I never liked a smoker before. Even though he just did it occasionally--to look sexy, he said, but still..

Damn I must be crazy.

"Hmm, where do these muscles come from? After all the bakso and the steak, the latte and the cakes.." I say, listing all of his favorite things to munch and grabbing his hardened forearm while he's busy munching my neck.

He lifts his face from the curve of my shoulder. "I exercise a lot you know!"

"Never know that."

"You're doing it with me all the time." he smirks.

We smile with our lips attached. He kisses my bare shoulder then gets up, picking his shirt from the floor.

"Chop, chop! Help me with breakfast. That's the least I can do as gratitude."

"Gratitude for?"

"Your sister."

I take a robe from the hanger to layer my sheer pajama, still can't understand.

"Did she pay your share of the accommodation?" I take a random guess.

"No. She just.." he sighs with a smile. "I think she knew I moved room last night. But she let me anyway. I guess they're both to busy with the honeymoon thing to argue."

The sun is still far away from rising and I'm already busy chopping onions. Le boyfriend is making a meat stew and I help with the cutting, the washing, and additional task: making a garlic bread.

Brian teaches me patiently and I guess because it's just dead easy I pave my way to success in my first baking trial. I don't make the bread anyway, just mixing the garlic, the butter, and every other thing and layer them on the bread, putting them in the oven and that's it. Even a-seven-year-old can do this.