Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.150 Shower

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Keenan had just gotten a change of clothes from one of the maids at his parents' house.

"Thank you," Keenan said as he received a Peaper bag from one of the drivers who served at his parents' house.

"Together, Den Keenan," the middle-aged man replied.

Keenan entered the house again, walking while circulating his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of Riska, to ask the location of the bathroom.

"Find Riska, son?" The mother who saw Keenan was confused asked.

"Yes, Mom. Where is Riska going?" ask Keenan politely.

"Riska is taking a bath, you can wait for her in her room. .. that's there," pointed her to the room in the middle of the other room.

Keenan followed the direction of Riska's mother's hand. "Good, Mom. Thank you," Keenan said before stepping into his wife's room.

Keenan opened the wooden door that looked weathered, set foot inside with eyes poking out to see the atmosphere of the room of the newly married girl.

The room that looked the size did not reach half of his room, it looked quite neat. All the items are arranged in place until the restroom is quite comfortable.

The little fan hanging on the wall to cool the air in the room, became his concern now. The thing that he rarely encountered, felt so strange and a little apprehensive for him.

His eyes turned to the small bed on one side of the room, and Keenan grimaced to see how he could sleep in the bed later that night.

Stepping closer to Riska's bed all this time, put the paper bag she carried on a small nightstand next to the tudur place. His arms pressed against the bed that felt quite hard when compared to his. Keenan scratched the back of his head, feeling confused by all the equipment in this room.

'Don't it hurt to sleep him on a mattress like this?' he murmured inwardly, as he tried to sit there.

Sometimes he also wiggled his front shirt because he felt the heat in the room.

Accustomed to living with luxury facilities since childhood, making Keenan feel quite foreign and unfamiliar with all life in the house Riska, the, he remembers the last time he lived with a potluck was when he participated in camping activities in high school, it was only two days.

Huft.

Blowing with tired breaths heard from Keenan's mouth, he chose to step towards one of the small windows facing the back of Riska's house, it turned out to be a small land directly adjacent to a river.

On the other hand, Riska had just come out of the bathroom with a full outfit, a long-sleeved nightshirt was her choice for tonight.

"Your husband was looking for you, it looks like he wants to take a shower, I saw him bring a paper bag from outside, maybe it's a change of clothes," said Ms. Riska who was preparing dinner.

"Where is he now, Mom?" ask Riska, while drying her hair with a towel.

"Mom told you to wait in the room, just look there, there's no" replied Mother.

"Kok I told him to wait in the room anyway?" risk Protest.

"Why, he's your husband, and he's sleeping there tonight with you, and then what's wrong with me telling him to come in now?" Mother's forehead is linked in seeing Riska's behavior that seems not to like.

"Eummh, don't you think so, ma'am. My room's not ripped off yet, I'm ashamed that she saw my room was a mess" elak Riska.

"It's your own fault, why not get the room machined," said Mother, she continued cooking while talking to her son.

"Already, don't even get pinned down here. There you samperin your husband," continued the mother again.

"Yes, ma'am," Riska replied limply, as she began to step her feet towards the room.

'Why should I put him in the room? That would be very embarrassing" Riska grumbled.

Riska stood at the door of her room, exhaling repeatedly, trying to calm the heartbeat that now feels beating faster.

Given that in her room there was now a man who was already her husband, making her whole body stiffen, her hands even felt trembling as she held the doorknob.

"Sir, why are you standing there?" rio asked who had just walked into the house, out of nowhere.

His hand immediately opened the door and entered his room slowly, he could immediately see Keenan who was staring out the window that was still open. Riska swallowed her saliva with great difficulty, it felt so difficult to open her mouth and speak to the man who was now her husband.

"Said Mom, you, you want to take a shower?" with great difficulty Riska was finally able to make a sound, although in her heart she grumbled in annoyance as her voice sounded vibrating.

The nickname that just yesterday changed to Brother, has now collapsed and Riska forgotten again because of her nervousness.

Keenan turned to look at the girl who was now standing rigidly in front of the door, his lips twitching looking at Riska who was very nervous, and he was very nervous, coupled with a blue-colored nightgown featuring a cartoon cat character who already does not have the ear.

Riska looks cute, like a little girl who just stepped on puberty with her favorite character clothes. It was very different to what he often saw outside, Riska who looked to be dressed in a tomboy with a denim t-shirt and pants that sometimes combined an outer or jacket to make it look more fashionable.

"Khem," Keenan cleared his throat first, to normalize his voice.

"Yes, can you show me where the bathroom is?" ask Keenan.

Riska nodded, then turned back out of the room. Keenan immediately took the paper bag and followed Riska's footsteps who had come out first.

"Here, the bathroom," Riska said, as soon as she reached the door of the bathroom of her house next to the kitchen.

Keenan walked in slowly while circulating his gaze looking at the one and a half square meter bathroom, his eyebrows clinging to the state of the bathroom that was so foreign to him.

'Where's the bath?' muttered Keenan, seeing there was only a tub of water and dipper, without any shower that he used to use to bathe in his home.

"Riss!" he again called out to Riska who was just about to leave from there.

"What?" ask Riska, turning back.

Keenan circulated his gaze, making sure no one else was around them. "How did it go?"

Riska opened her mouth wide with a surprised expression at the question from her husband. "Do you know how to shower?"

"Eh, it's not like that! I'm not used to taking a shower using this kind of device" Keenan said.

Riska patted her own forehead with a headband, she forgot that Keenan was not from among the people like her, where ever the man felt the life of the people of the lower class like her.

"Sorry, I forgot. Are you okay bathing here, don't you want to go home?" ask Riska.

Keenan styled Riska with a dislike gaze, she was here because of her sense of responsibility to the girl as a husband, now she was even expelled by her own wife.

"You kicked me out?" asked Keenan with a pressing tone.

"Bu–not that, I'm just afraid you're not comfortable if you're in my house," Riska replied, she shook herself because she just realized it had offended Keenan.

"really? Not because you don't like our marriage?" asked Keenan with a grin next to the end of his lips.

Riska looked at the eyes that were now staring at her sharply, the two beads were inwardly linked, trying to read the feelings stored in them.

"Yes, I don't like this wedding. Which woman likes forced marriage like this, huh? But that doesn't blind my mind and do something that is forbidden in religion as a wife!" obviously Riska who is now starting to ignite emotions. His already calmer mind was now back in chaos when he saw Keenan's sharp gaze.

"You want to take a shower, you want to stay overnight or you want to leave me, I don't forbid it either, go ahead! I am self-conscious about my situation!" continue Riska.

"It's water for you to take a bath," indicate Riska on the water in the tub.

"It's a dipper to take water and spill it on your body." Riska spoke while taking the water with a dipper and spilling it on her arm.

"It's obvious, right? If so I go out first," said Riska passed from the bathroom without looking back.

His heart still aches with all the shocking events of today and now all that must be felt again so see Keenan who does not like it. Somehow the continuation of his life after today, will he survive or give up? Only time can answer that.

"This is just the beginning, Riska," he murmured trying to strengthen himself.

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