Adult Male Love Prisoner
Chapter 15 - The First Task
During Keyvan's busy work, Mikhayla spent her days in the room. His serious face stared softly at the vast page below only, hoping for the arrival of his super hero there.
Mikhail. Yes, he misses papa. Although last night had made Keyvan's head almost broke with his actions, when he himself will be different.
"Papa, Khayla has been absent twice Mr. Aaron's course... If Khayla's grades fall, Papa must be angry right?"
He was monologuing while blinking his lips, his eyes were condensing. The free life he had was ruined already, a tragedy he absolutely did not want it to happen just like that.
Mikhayla sighed softly, currently Keyvan has not given freedom. His world was still around the room, eating was also prepared by servants.
Not a strange thing actually, in his house Khayla was used to it. Several times Rani will be bothered if she is reluctant to leave the room, for Khayla the room is her paradise. However, if at this time he feels really tortured.
Without a cell phone, without him knowing how the outside world. It is really burdensome for a Mikhayla, he is frustrated if he continues to be treated like this.
Some time he waited, the sun began to sink in the western horizon. The roar of the car is now heard, it is definitely Keyvan, her husband. He who had since felt at home looking at the scenery out there suddenly moved to bed, hid behind a blanket and issued a pretend sleep style.
Mikhayla closed her eyes forcibly, hoping that Keyvan would not harass her if she entered the room. He was getting more nervous when the door of the room sounded open from outside, the man's footsteps began to sound.
The closer, Mikhayla's heart rate is roaring incoherently. Keyvan threw his suit into Mikhayla's body, though it had hidden under the thick blanket it still felt.
"Wake up," he said coldly, Mikhayla opened her eyes slowly.
Beware of Mikhayla opening her blankets, Keyvan's tired face was visible to her. The white shirt that was deliberately rolled up to the elbow made the charm of Keyvan radiated.
What day did he sleep that way?
Keyvan looked inwardly at Mikhayla who seemed hesitant to get off the bed. There was progress, his wife had a bath and clothes that Keyvan had asked Wibowo this afternoon. Not wrong the smallest size so fit on his tiny body.
"What should I do?" asked Mikhayla to grab the suit that Keyvan had thrown at her, the man's eyes still looked like yesterday. Yeah, creepy, Mikhayla thought.
"At home, what are you doing? What about dirty clothes?"
"I don't understand, because it's Rani's responsibility .. I just know how to use it," he answered honestly without lies at all, it's true he was so willing how else.
"really?" asked Keyvan then closed his eyes, Keyvan understood if his wife was not a wasted daughter from a poor family who could be enslaved. Merely, this time he actually sighed slowly.
"Yes .. but I like to see Mbak Rani wash clothes, sometimes also have seen Mama helpin iron Papa's clothes work," the answer then tried to convince Keyvan so that the wrinkled face was no longer visible in his eyes.
Keyvan did not say anything, he looked at the face of his wife who looked scared there. Though, it was completely unthinkable for her to make Mikhayla wash her clothes.
"Do your duty" said Keyvan, then asked Mikhayla to get closer.
With the distance already that close, Mikhayla's gaze was only focused on the chest of the husband's field. Wanti-wanti what Keyvan will do next, for a while she let Mikhayla think what her task is.
"What did he ask for? A hug? Or how?"
He was confused as to what Keyvan really wanted. He tried to second-guess this man's will, until he let out a long sigh before closing his eyes.
"Lookin?"
Keyvan swallowed his salivary, he looked puzzled as the wife suddenly hugged him. He rippled, even though the one who hugged him was just a snot girl whose head was limited to Keyvan's chest.
Long enough he did, Keyvan even held his breath. The man was fixated even though his hands seemed to want to reply, Khayla's hands coiled around his body, although he also did not understand Khayla was sincere or not.
"Ehem."
Keyvan cleared his throat while touching the tip of his nose, if too long can be sure he will lose. Hearing Keyvan cleared her throat, Mikhayla took off her embrace.
"Have," he said as if he had completed the real task.
"I'm not asking you to hug me" she said flatly and by God Mikhayla was ashamed, wanting to feel like she was slamming the table if she needed a bed.
"Huh?"
"Open my decade" he said later without guilt, Mikhayla who felt ashamed trying to be ordinary and opened the tie of the husband as much as possible.
"Slow down, I can be more rude if you treat me as rude as you are, Mikhayla," Keyvan said later, without him knowing that Mikhayla was being embarrassed at this moment.
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- To Be Continue -