1000 HOURS WITH YOU
Giant Worm

Yoga has improved and been moved to the recovery room after almost a week in intensive space. During that time Irina had not visited him. He misses his wife very much.

"Mom, is Irina tired of me?" tanya Yoga softly while staring blankly at the ceiling of the room.

"Huss! What are you, by the way!" Bu Nining warns her son not to be so bad at Irina who has been fighting hard for Yoga treatment and the daily cost of their lives.

"The evidence for almost a week he didn't come, nor did he send a message or call." Yoga still issued all the contents of his heart that had been so stuck in the chest.

Bu Nining sighed harshly, then clasped one of her son's hands tightly.

"Irina is busy, Ga. He is struggling to find money for us. So please, throw away your prejudices." Ms. Nining reminded her son.

"Entah Ma'am. My thoughts and feelings are not good."

"Udah, focus on your health, don't think about anything else." Ms. Nining calmed her son.

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Irina looked at Aslan with a sparkling gaze as the man had returned her phone.

"Thank you." Irina smiled happily and hugged the man tightly.

"After I thought about it over and over again. I have no right to prevent you from contacting or meeting your husband" Aslan said in a soft tone, replying to Irina's embrace was no less tight.

Irina looked up at Aslan with a smile, "you're finally conscious" Irina said as she satirized the man who was holding her very tightly.

"Don't be happy!" Aslan untied the embrace, looked at Irina deeply, then pulled out the woman's nose.

Uh! Already Irina guessed, if Aslan is a man who does not want to lose even a fingernail. He should not be happy just now because the arrogant and annoying man must have given some requirements that must be obeyed.

"Say what do you want?!" Irina had already memorized Aslan's habits.

"You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, I get it. After all I won't be able to fight you either" Irina stared back at the two blue beads that looked so sharp yet so soothing to her.

"Good girl." Aslan moved her face forward, then placed a soft kiss on the surface of Irina's lips.

Irina replied to Aslan's kiss no less softly. He was used to it and comfortable with Aslan.

Blame him for starting to have a taste for that arrogant, arrogant guy? He has tried his hardest to shake the feeling but always failed. The feeling was again present and growing in the deepest corner of his heart.

What about her feelings for yoga?

The answer is that she still loves her husband. It was just that his heart had become second to none.

Aslan let go of the kiss, his breath hunting marked that his passion had already taken hold of him. Then he lifted Irina's body and laid her down on the wide and soft bed of the room.

"Aslan, are you cured?" I don't know how many times he asked like that when they were making out, but Aslan never wanted to answer. Though he sensed that Aslan's weapon had stood strong, but the man always brushed his hand away when he would touch the giant worm that hid behind the boxer.

Getting questions like that. Aslan directly descended from the top of Irina's body. He threw himself beside the woman.

"Aslan, be honest with me. You're cured, aren't you?" Irina repeated her question, but the man was completely indifferent and closed both eyes.

"Aslan!!" Irina became annoyed. He shook the man's hand violently.

"Can you shut up?! I'm sleepy!" Aslan pulled out a blanket to cover her body, then closed her eyes again, she was lazy to respond to Irina's words, because at the end they would fight.

"Aslan ..."

"Shut up! Otherwise, I won't let you meet your husband!" reply Aslan in a cold tone.

Hearing Aslan's threat, Irina immediately retreated, choosing silence rather than the man changing his mind.