
"Why sleep here?" asked Aslan when he saw the wife's eyes were open.
That real-sounding voice started to bring Kiran's consciousness back.
This is not a dream, her heart.
"You're coming?" asked Kiran, she was still asleep there, returning the gaze of the husband who was right in front of her face.
"Of course, didn't I say I was coming?"
"But you didn't say it was coming this late."
"I'm sorry." Aslan sighed solemnly.
"Did Maya not let you go?" kiran asked, to be honest, now she began to be selfish, began to want to claim her rights as a wife. Unlike all this time who always succumbed and if Aslan was always with Maya.
Aslan was speechless, Kiran knew if the answer was YES. The answer was clearly in the eyes of the husband.
"If Maya asked you to divorce me would you obey her?" ask Kiran loudly.
Aslan's heart throbbed upon hearing the question. He knew Kiran the wife was angry, even Kiran did not call him Mas, always calling him you.
But for him the question was outrageous, talking about a divorce that never once occurred in his mind.
"I'm sorry for tonight, I admit I was wrong. But stop talking about goodbye. That's not gonna happen."
"Lie," Kiran replied quickly.
"Do you want to leave me?" asked Aslan, now he was confused about what the wife wanted. An angry woman is jealous and confusing.
"Why am I even being asked? obviously you have the most possibility to leave me. Especially now that Maya's pregnant." Kiran's eyes are dewy, this is the weakness of love. Love that made him lose control.
Somehow, seeing Kiran's anger even made Aslan smile. He then approached, eroding the distance and smelling a glimpse of the wife's lips.
"Then, let's make it so that you get pregnant too. So that neither you nor I would be able to escape" Aslan said after his kiss was removed, speaking so closely before Kiran's face that his warm breath swept across the already cold face.
Kiran brushed, sweet words mixed with temptation managed to melt her anger.
He said, as Aslan began to lift his body. Kiran even hung her hands around her husband's neck.
Aslan led Kiran into their room.
"Mas haven't had a shower?" kiran asked, she was so sorry for the sweaty smell of her husband. Her face that had been hiding in the niche of Aslan's neck immediately looked up at her husband's eyes.
"No, I'm in a hurry here to see you, but no matter how much I try to keep coming late at night and when I get here, I get scolded," Aslan replied with a parched face.
Kiran smiled, then kissed the husband on the cheek.
"Open the door." Aslan and Kiran. He lowered his 1 hand and started opening the door.
As he entered, Aslan pushed the door with his foot. And back to their bed.
Slowly, Aslan laid down his wife.
And just as she was about to get up, Kiran quickly held the husband's hand.
"Where are you going?" kiran asked, for some reason now she was the same as Maya, not wanting to be away from her husband.
Could this love be getting deeper?
"I change clothes first_"
"For what? I want to take off her shirt, "Kiran replied with a teasing smile.
Aslan smiled, even with just the words Kiran had already managed to awaken her desire.
With a smile, Kiran replied. The body of the husband covered in the scent of sweat makes it so calm, as if opium.
Right said Kiran, for what to change clothes, because the two are equally plain. Fused so deeply.
"I like you who are jealous like this" said Aslan as he continued to look at the face of the wife who is now on his body.
"Who is jealous? I'm not jealous" Kiran kept moving.
Aslan chuckled, forgetting, which woman had confessed that she was jealous.
"I love you Ran" Aslan said solemnly.
"I hate you Mas." replied Kiran, then looked down and kissed her husband's lips. Aslan hugged the innocent body tightly and slammed it into the bed, now he wants to take over.
"I will make you love me" said Aslan, he continued to shower his wife's body mercilessly.
Kiran chuckled, then tried to get up until both of them sat down with Kiran on their lap.
"I love you Mas" he replied sincerely and then kissed her husband's lips again. Move slowly in that position.
Until both get a release.
They prayed in their hearts that one of the seeds might grow into a fetus.
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The days went by so quickly, though painstakingly living his household but Aslan always tried to stay fair.
In 2 months, he walked so fast.
In the main house, he serves Maya and in the other house he serves Kiran.
If this week he invites Kiran for a walk, then tomorrow when with Maya he must do the same.
Tired? of course, but it's his responsibility. As much as possible he will not deny, on the two kabul that he gave.
Getting Aslan's unchanging treatment even though Maya is pregnant makes Kiran feel truly loved, to be honest, even though the husband always expressed love he still had a little doubt.
But the doubt slowly disappeared, because Aslan not only always spoke, but also showed in action.
"Miss, why is her face so pale?" asni asked as Kiran walked gontaiily into the kitchen.
"Don't know Bude, I was vomiting this morning, now dizzy. Please bring the fruit in the Bude refrigerator, it feels that eating my mouth fruit is not bitter," Kiran sighed while sitting on the dining table chair.
In confusion, Asni picked up some fruit, peeled it directly and served in a dish.
"This is Madam, I made you some warm ginger, huh? maybe catch a cold." said Asni attention mixed with anxiety, for 2 months living here, not once he saw Kiran sick.
"No need Bude, just get me some cold water" replied Kiran.
And Asni more frowned, but all this time Kiran never drank ice water, always plain water or even warm water.
Still with that confusion, Asni gave a glass of cold water to the mistress.
Kiran looked at the fruit with a voracious eating, even like a starving person. At once also his face again radiated, not as pale as when he first came earlier.
Asni began to guess, especially when she remembered every time her parents came here always left reddish marks on the body of the Madam.
"No Madam! don't eat the pineapple," prevent Asni quickly and Kiran directly stopped her hand.
"Why Bude?" tanyanya's confused.
"Mrs pregnant, don't eat pineapple."