A Little Hope For Ashma
41. Romanticism in the land of heaven

Adam let the expression of love float amidst his silence. Not not wanting to answer precisely Adam did not know what to reply.

"I must continue to cook, Ashma. "tandas Adam while releasing his wife's embrace.

Ashma immediately nodded, she did not expect a reply from Adam just wanted to express his feelings so as not to get too stuck in her heart.

"You rest first, when it's over I'll call you right away." Ashma nodded again without wanting to make a sound, she went to the room once occupied by Adam's parents.

Ashma really liked him, he immediately laid himself on a soft mattress, his sore body was finally able to relax.

Drowsiness picked him up but Ashma tried to dispel because he did not want to miss the taste of the cuisine that Adam made, therefore Ashma decided to open the screen of his smartphone so that his sleepiness disappeared.

Ashma opened Instagram, a social media that she often uses. Just opened suddenly appeared a post from my Instagram doctor Halifa who announced her first pregnancy with doctor Gilang, saw that Ashma was happy finally they could live together and also happy.

Ashma did not feel jealous at all because he had long since expressed his feelings for the doctor Gilang. Now all that was in her heart was Adam alone, for her husband.

...•••...

Adam was busy staring at his laptop screen, he was very busy doing some work that was delayed.

"Mas, aren't you going back to the Mansion?" ashma asked, she was getting ready for an afternoon bath.

"No, I'd like to stay here. Later Jhon will also be here to help with my work,"

"Hmm, like that."

Adam felt awkward at Ashma's reply, he immediately turned his head.

"Why does it look so happy that Jhon is coming?"

Ashma displays a confused face, the man looks sensi even though he is cool with his laptop.

"Apasi Mas, where there is. Your glasses!" As Ashma goes to sensi, the man suddenly accuses her.

Adam seems to think, "It looks like Jhon doesn't have to come here, let him take care of Lily!" he muttered and immediately grabbed the phone on the table. Ashma lifted her shoulders indifferently, she immediately rushed into the bathroom.

"That's very impressive, even though he's jealous!" Kira Ashma, it seems that the man is indeed overheating the evidence every time Ashma asks about Jhon, Adam immediately chimed in with sensi.

"Ah has trouble kegeeran, but even if it's really good also let him overheat!" Ashma smiled cynically, she wished Adam was really jealous.

Ashma refocused on cleansing her body, soaking in a tub not as big as Adam's at the Mansion.

Ashma's body felt relaxed as the warm water touched her skin, the heavy thoughts on her head also drooped little by little becoming lighter.

A few minutes passed, and Ashma finally finished cleaning her body. Ashma immediately got up to wear a towel and dressed but when going to wear clothes they are not there, Ashma patted the eel for forgetting to bring a change of clothes.

"Well, how is this. Why forget about sii!" Ashma was upset by herself for forgetting to bring a change of clothes.

"When do I have to go out with youk doang?!"

"But before I also like to wear clothes like that when you want to tease him, ish but it's different! How about dong?!" Ashma frustrated himself because he did not know what to do, he was embarrassed to come out only wrapped in half body.

"But if I don't come out later the baby is okay!"

"Aishhhh!"

I don't want Ashma out of the bathroom. He opened the door handle slowly, wanting to make sure in advance whether it was safe outside.

His head poked out confirming Adam's whereabouts. Oh no he is now sitting on a bed while leaning on the head of the bed, the man focused on staring at the screen of his phone with minus glasses perched perfectly in his eyes.

Ashma ventured to get out of the bathroom, her steps were very slow so as not to cause a sound.

But Adam could see from the tail of his eye, his wife was walking towards the closet. Adam immediately turned his head and found that the woman was only using a half-body towel.

Adam gulped his own saliva as his eyes locked on his wife, after all he was a normal man.

Seeing his wife like a timid cat was where he could stand, but considering Ashma had just recovered so Adam tried to neutralize his arid thoughts and immediately decided his gaze from Ashma.

Ashma could breathe a sigh of relief as Adam turned his face away, Ashma immediately headed towards the wardrobe that had been prepared by Adam in such a way as to dress him.

Adam decides to go out neutralizing his chaotic thoughts because of Ashma. He took the air that afternoon in front of the terrace of his house that was so quiet.

Far away looking at the orange sky, the twilight was wrapped with sunlight that gradually dimmed, very beautiful to the eye.

From the sky there was a flock of birds flying home to his cage. Seeing that he suddenly remembered his promise to return Ashma safely, he thought about whether Ashma could live happily in the land of Palestine later after they were not together. Oh-of course he will be happy, his inner self with a strong presumption.

He was there and looking at the twilight sky for almost ten minutes it did not bore him.

Adam's daydream did not make him flinch and realized that his wife was looking at him near the door, Ashma was stunned to find Adam smiling at the orange sky above.

The wind ripples made Adam's hair dance small, it made his good looks improved and his plump fur also danced, a picture that was perfect.

Adam blinked his eyes and finally realized his dream. He felt someone's presence, he looked towards the door. There, at that door there was the incarnation of an angel who was standing looking at him very nicely.

The white long sleeping dress and her matching hijab make a stunning impression on the thin body with her distended belly.

Her voice was stuck in her throat so fascinated by Ashma's beauty. She walked towards Adam with slow steps, sitting beside her husband so gracefully.

Like a strong magnet attracting his attention which now never faded to look at his beautiful face.

With her instincts Adam grabbed Ashma's slightly rough wrist, perhaps it was her labor in pursuing her dream of becoming a nurse. The tiny hand always seemed to be exposed to antiseptic liquid, making it a little rough but Adam liked it a lot.

He kissed the backs of Ashma's hands so gently that Ashma's blood rippled like a butterfly tickling his stomach.

"How can you be so beautiful!" Adam let go of his heavy voice heard by Ashma, it was like Adam's defense was collapsing.

Now that his Guerrilla hands hugged his hard waist, he brought Ashma shifted towards him so close to the faces looking at each other.

Adam drew his face closer to Ashma, the roar of their breath felt to make both lost their minds in the face of the intoxicating warm fondling.

Romanticism in the land of heaven that accompany them to make each other comfortable and reluctant to stop the soft touch of the two.

...•••...

Lily snorted bitterly because Jhon always followed her from behind, she was like a parasite that always stuck, that's what Lily thought about Jhon.

How he wanted to say rudely to Jhon because he had been following him from this afternoon until now towards the afternoon.

"Hey Jhon, aren't you tired of following me?!" ask Lily so sarcastically. Jhon only displayed a cold face, he was not disturbed even with the noise of Lily from earlier who wanted to expel him.

"No Miss, Mr. Adam gave orders to me to look after Miss." said Jhon, while Lily snorted bitterly.

Lily went down the escalator stairs in a hurry, she was caught off guard by the behavior of her brother who had a super complicated lifestyle.

Lily visits the shopping mall to buy some clothes, but since there is a Jhon who always follows her it makes her difficult to move freely.

"Fuck all that! I need to be able to get out of this shitty bodyguard's snare!" Inner Lily stirred.

"I want to go to the toilet, you wait here!" Lily was about to move but her hand was blocked by Jhon.

"You must want to escape!

Lily looked at him sensi, you annoying bodyguard.

"I want to go to the toilet Jhon, urination is forbidden anyway!" He grinned, Jhon finally allowed Lily to go to the toilet.

"I'll wait outside, you don't try to escape!"

"Yes-yes!"

Lily went into the toilet feeling cocky, how could she escape if Jhon was waiting for her right next to the toilet door.

"Thurghhh!" sorry for Jhon.

But Lily didn't run out of sense to fool those unsettling bodyguards, she had a brilliant idea.

Lily asks the woman who is in the toilet to trick Jhon so he can escape from her.

He peeked at the situation outside and the woman he told had carried out the action so that Lily rushed away slowly to escape from Jhon so as not to be caught.

"I'm sorry I didn't see your son" said Jhon politely, as she kept asking him to look for her but Jhon couldn't because he had to look after Lily.

"You can make the announcement Madam!"

The woman scowled resignedly, "ah well, thank you master for helping me!"

"Together."

The woman had left while Jhon was still faithfully waiting for Nonanya in there who had about fifteen minutes not yet come out it made Jhon suspicious.

Someone came out of the toilet but it wasn't Lily but the janitor and Jhon questioned her.

"Excuse me madam, did you see this woman in the toilet?"

The janitor recalled, "If it wasn't wrong about ten minutes ago he was out of the toilet."

"What?" jhon's guess is right, that woman is really unsettling. Jhon immediately went to look for her after thanking the janitor.

While Lily was running as far as possible from the reach of Jhon out of the Mall, she was about to enter the taxi but when going into the taxi suddenly her hand was pulled by someone.

"Akh-" Lily was aghast in shock as her body came into contact with someone.

Lily grimaced a little over the pull and she immediately saw the offender who had made her hand ache.

When Lily turned her head she instantly lost her words. She gets the face of the man who always appears in her memory pieces, the man who always makes Lily wonder, who exactly is the man who always appears in her memory who has not yet recovered.

"Babys!"

#TBC