HOT DETECTIVE & PRINCESS BAR
Chapter 7

Mariam opened her heavy eyes, then raised her hands over her eyes and groaned softly. The sunlight that pierced through the bedroom window made his eyes glare. The girl yawned widely while stretching her arms and legs in a position that was still lying on the bed.

As soon as he was fully conscious from his sleep, he looked around the room.

"Where am I?" the girl said it herself. It's like he's seen this room, but it's not his. Mariam changed positions. He sat down and looked at the room again.

"Sister Foster's house?" now he remembers. This was the room he would normally sleep in if he stayed here. But why would it be here?

Mariam remembered what she had gone through until she ended up at her sister's house. Last night she accompanied Cinta to a party, there was a shooting there, the police came, the man she was chasing as well. He remembers himself coming home with Garra. They stopped by the police station for a while because Garra had business there and the last thing Mariam remembers is that she fell asleep on Garra's couch.

"So, why am I here? Garra's driving me?"

Mariam got off the bed and walked to the bedroom door and opened it. A few house servants who were sitting chatting in the kitchen, quickly stood up as soon as they saw him.

"For Miss Mari" said one of them.

"In the morning, don't mind me. You guys just talk." he said. The servants are not delicious. They even continued to work. They all moved to the living room sweeping, some were cleaning the glass, some were to the back of the house watering flowers. They do what they do every morning.

Mariam shrugged her shoulders. He told me to just talk. Yes already.

The girl then took a glass and poured warm water in it for her to drink.

"Have you slept, hmm?" Mariam turned her body, found her sister standing leaning against the kitchen door while having her chest closed. The tall man looked so handsome with a white shirt and trousers.

"Cumel ... Very handsome husband of people.  Can you please not be tempted?" mariam winked at her sister.

Foster stepped closer to her, and without warning the man grabbed Mariam's ear, treating her like a child. Mariam is still a child according to her.

"Aduuh ... Sister ... Brother ... Release dong! Pain ..."

"You have been reprimanded many times mama do not wander until midnight. Why not listen? Good thing last night you didn't get shot, what if you shoot? You want our mama to die standing up?"  Foster pulled Mariam to sit on the dining table chair while constantly nagging her sister.

Since marrying Mina, the man's relationship with his mother has been close. Brother too. His nature to them returned to the way it was before. He became a warmer Foster in the family, also helping the mother educate her naughty sister.

"Who's running? I'm on the invitation. It just so happened that the party invitation was approaching midnight. Garra is exaggerating. Sisters trust friends more than their own sisters anyway?" mariam deliberately put on her scarf.

"If your model sister is like you, do you think you can believe no?" Mariam pursed her lips.

"I was hurt, it felt like I was kayaking in a younger brother's threshing." Foster's hand in the sister's ear came off, he then shook the girl's head and chuckled.

"Pinter really does not care about you" he said. Mariam rubbed her ears that hurt a little because of her brother's actions. His face was irritated but only a fraction of a second was normal again. His eyes glanced at the kitchen exit.

"Whose sister's wife? Usually also nempel continue." he asked.

"Still asleep. You don't take over the story." Foster's voice was fierce. Mariam grinned wide.

"No. Negative thinking mulu deh, the papa candidate."

"No thanks." reply Mariam quickly.

"I'm planning on working at the police station. Let's get closer to Garra." exclaimed the spirit. Foster sighed. His brother was chasing after Garra. But he thinks their nature is similar. Especially if you want to pursue someone you like.

But the female Mariam, there is no way this sister dared to approach in a crazy way like she did before, right? Time he wanted to get Mina. Especially for Garra's class.

Garra might even be disgusted if her sister dares to do crazy things to her. It was just his thinking anyway, who knew the truth. It could be the opposite.

"Sister Foster,"

"Hm?"

"Ceritain used to be Mina's first brother deketin how?"

Foster coughed. There's no way she's going to tell me that she directly touched Mina's body, stimulating her by giving her a tremendous release, right?"

"You don't need to know."

"Loh, need dong. I want to learn from the success of my sister." Mariam's eyes widened.

"I'm different from most other men, can only be successful for a few couples only. To you and Garra, I don't think it's going to be a success" he said.

Mariam scrunched her eyes. So getting curious.

"How's brother doing?"

"I told you you didn't need to know."

"Ih, very stingy. For the science of cake" said Mariam Congkol.

"Do you really like Garra?" ask Foster. Mariam nodded for sure.

"What do you like about him?"

"His handsome face, his strict nature even though sometimes nyebelin and more. The rest I don't know what the reason is. Anyway, I want Garra to be mine. I'm sure she has feelings for me too" Mariam said confidently. Foster chuckles.

"Are you sure you want to be serious about him?" Mariam nodded again. Absolutely certain. It was Foster who was unsure. Foster looked at his old sister with a deliberate look like he was going to give advice to the girl. Then talk again.

"Then fight. Garra is hard to catch, I hope you're lucky. But I think you're still far from lucky."

"If Garra keeps rejecting you and you feel upset, don't look for me. Don't look for mama, let alone for papa. Cry alone in the room, chewing on your favorite snack. That'll help more." Foster deliberately said so because he thought it was funny to tease the sister, then pat Mariam on the shoulder and disappear from the kitchen.

Mariam gawking. He thought his brother would help. Even taunting. Fucking brother laknat.

"Don't I really be her half-sister again? Am I a pick-up boy? Oh my God, give me the right answer. I'm resigned if it's true" he said. His gaze stared at the kitchen ceiling with a dramatic face.