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Episode 81's. The Longing That Shakes Again

Ten o'clock at night. Arumi was not ready to fall asleep. He still wants to wake up. Several pieces of fruit accompanied him to pass his curfew every night in the last two. Well, there is a new habit that Arumi is living at this time, which is waiting for the insertion of Mirza's voice into her ear canal. The custom has been in place since Mirza was out of town. A good night's sleep from Mirza will slightly minimize the sense of kangen whack.

And the two-hour time difference between Indonesia and Japan makes Arumi or Mirza misses sometimes drowsiness, even for a moment. As is the case today, Arumi was bearded to resist the sleepiness that began to attack him. A moment ago, Arumi's nose almost kissed the plate containing pieces of fruit because his consciousness was successfully snatched by his drowsiness.

"God.." complained Arumi.

His hands rubbed his face and massaged his nose slowly.

"Almost.." murmured Arumi.

Arumi fixed her seat. His eyes stared at the mobile phone not far from his seat. Hopefully there is a message or call from the man of his worship. But hope remains hope, Arumi became disappointed when he did not find the luminescence on the screen of his phone.

"Why hasn't Mirza called me? Is the job not done yet? But really? At this late time? Or tired of gnawing at his consciousness so that he sleeps?" mumbling Arumi.

There were many questions that began to occupy the recesses of his heart.

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Arumi's phone this time is really glowing. The founder made Arumi sumringah and soared with excitement. Now Arumi's eyes are filled with twinkle like stars in the sky while staring at the cellphone screen.

"I've left a kangen greeting on the night wind. Put a kangen kiss on the lips of the time I have been through, but only you are ahead. I put my love words in the span of time. And carving longs for the cold of the night. Did you accept it...?" mirza Message.

"As with the cold wind that has gone before, it becomes past. And I don't want it. I want it now, not then. I miss.." reply Arumi.

Arumi keeps an upset. He doesn't like poetry in the current situation. He just wanted to hear the voice of the man he loved.

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Arumi's phone is back. This time it's a call from Mirza. Mirza knew exactly what she wanted. If not, he might immediately contact Arumi shortly after receiving Arumi's message that was a little flickering.

Arumi took the call. But he was silent. His heart was slightly upset.

"Darling.." call Mirza.

Arumi remained silent. Only the sound of his sobbing began to fill Mirza's ear space.

"Darling, I'm sorry...?" mirza said repeatedly with great feeling.

"Maybe this is just me having. Maybe this wish is the only one I have. How foolish I am to pour out all my taste to a man who is actually indifferent..."

"My heart never lies, Ar. Especially all this love and loss. All I feel is excessive. Sorry if words don't please your heart..."

"That poetic word I like it, but in this situation it doesn't feel necessary. The voice and the form are the most important..."

Mirza. There are regrets that linger in the heart.

"Why did I start this conversation with a message? Stupid me.." Inner Mirza.

"I'm sorry, baby...."

Only an apology now slid from Mirza's lips. He stared at the screen of his phone that was still glowing but not authentic.

"Darling..honey.." call Mirza.

"Yes.." replied Arumi in a raucous voice.

"Still...."

"Didn't you love this handsome husband of yours anymore?"

"Still...."

"Hehe...Then go out to the balcony of your room?"

"Bal-con...?"

"Yes, balcony..."

Arumi rushed to the balcony. He opened the balcony door which was closed by the white curtain wide. Quickly her beautiful eyes looked for that handsome male figure. Nil. Arumi did not find the person she missed so much.

"Sister toying with me...?"

"I'm not playing you, baby. How can I do that..."

"Sister's evidence isn't out the window..."

"Darling, I didn't say I was there. I'm just asking you to open the window..."

Arumi remained silent. Anxiety really occupied his heart. He felt in play.

"Darling, I won't be out the window, 'cause I'm behind you..."

"Stop lying to me, brother..."

"I didn't lie to you, baby..."

"Once you lie, it'll be hard for me to believe again." said Arumi, keeping a smile.

Because he knows and believes that Mirza's words are true.

Meanwhile, Mirza who heard Arumi's words became alarmed. He did not want to be distrusted by Arumi anymore. Immediately he stepped towards Arumi and immediately clutched Arumi tightly.

Arumi gasps. Although he was convinced, but still in fact Arumi was surprised by the sudden presence of the man he loved so much.

"I'm not lying to you. Never will, baby..."

"Yes, I know..."

"You know? So...."

Mirza's deck loosened. Her eagle eyes plunged deep into Arumi's bead. And of course Mirza's gaze was successful in beating the drum in Arumi's heart, so that the shakes make Arumi's heart beat hammer.

"I'm sure of my brother's last words. How could I doubt my handsome husband." said Arumi while pinching Mirza's cheeks with anxiety.

Getting treated it Mirza laughed. It was only this first that he was treated so by Arumi. And once again Mirza's hands hooked Arumi's slender waist. He brought her into his arms. Again, Mirza's eyes look at Arumi's beautiful face. His heart began to rhythmically erratic.

Mirza unraveled her trademark smile as her heart began to be tempted as Arumi's thin lips revealed a smile. And....

CUP....!

Mirza kissed the thin lips of Arumi who had succeeded in teasing him. Arumi's face blushed. Although Mirza often do that, but still it makes Arumi embarrassed.

Not until there, Mirza began to launch attacks bertubi. Even Mirza gallantly raised Arumi's body. Mirza took him to the bed that he had been calling out to her.

Mirza was truly possessed of an uncontrollable sense. A sense that could not be released without the presence of Arumi, the 150 cm woman he had married. And that handsome guy is getting worse. He continues to launch his attacks. Once berbubi, until the woman 150 cm began to feel the surge that increasingly spread throughout her body.

Hill by hill Mirza stopgahi. The lake smells good he is smart. The sea of a million meanings Mirza has stopped by. The rhythm of the heart beat is both racing with the sense that is being played. Until the sense of relief was released, then the two untangled tired and helpless at the end of a dream wrapped in his sleep.