Aksara For Arsyilla
Possessiveness
As soon as it was time for dinner, now at the dining table were already sitting in their respective places. There is the Father of Bisma, Mother of Kanaya, Aksara, Arsyilla, and Rangga. While there is a stroller placed in Arsyilla's seat. To anticipate, so that Arsyillla can move quickly if the baby is crying because of thirst or feeling uncomfortable.
“Wah, nautical food dish,” said Father of Bisma who saw the processed seafood cuisine. Not only the aroma is appetizing, but also just look at the taste of wanting to taste all the dishes presented on the dining table.
“So Mother who cooked the same Syilla, Dad, Dad,” said Mother Kanaya who seemed to tell her husband that the cuisine on the table that looks tempting is the result of his work with Arsyilla during a struggle in the kitchen.
“Wah, Mommy and Syilla are cool,” said Father Bisma while lifting his thumb. Indeed, Father Bhishma was happy because his wife could produce processed seafood creations with Arsyilla with all these appetizing dishes.
“Thank You Dad,” Reply Arsyilla. Of course, as a daughter-in-law, Arsyilla was happy to receive praise and welcome from her own father-in-law. It can please your own family so happy.
Aksara smiled, the man certainly felt proud of his wife. In between the sleeping Ara, Arsyilla could cook so many dishes with her Mother. I can't wait to taste that cuisine.
Mother Kanaya started filling the empty plate of Father Bhishma, and served the Spicy Acid Kuah Fish in a small bowl. While after Mother Kanaya served the Father of Bhishma, Arsyilla also did the same. She filled the empty plate of her husband.
“Nasinya enough Kak?” ask Arsyilla. Indeed it was her habit to fill her husband's plate, rather than his rice was redundant, so Arsyilla asked if the rice was enough, rather than wasted. It is an attitude to appreciate food.
“Already, enough Honey .. thank you,” said Aksara.
After taking the rice, Arsyilla also took a side dish for her husband. Arsyilla knew that Aksara liked the Sweet Sour Fish Fillet Sauce, so she took it for her husband, and invited him to eat.
“Mau dong takenin also the same Sister-in-law,” said Rangga suddenly.
Hearing Rangga's words, Aksara's reflexes refused his eyes and stared intently at his sister. “Take it yourself,” sahut Aksara.
Mother Kanaya understood, Aksara does not like her personal property disturbed. Then Mother Kanaya who now wants to fill the empty plate of her youngest child.
“Sini, let Mommy take it .. Syilla you just eat,” said Mother Kanaya.
Arsyilla nodded her head, then she tried to eat quietly. Really, an atmosphere like this made him awkward and go awry. A character who looks jealous and so possessive.
After dinner, Aksara was still waiting for Arsyilla and did not give a gap to Rangga to talk to Arsyilla.
“Honey is done? Rest yuk,” invite Aksara this time.
“Already Brother,” reply Arsyilla.
Even when Rangga walked and passed through it, he immediately embraced his wife's shoulder. As if to say that Arsyilla only belongs to him and will not give any room for anyone to approach Arsyilla including his own sister.
“Iya, it's night .. anyways tomorrow morning we have to return home,” reply Aksara.
“Oh .. yes already. Met night Mas,” reply Rangga who this time also did not dare to say hello to Arsyilla.
Once inside the room, Arsyilla shook her head. The woman immediately hugged her husband with a face that looked up and saw the look of the face of Aksara that looked cloudy.
“Hubby, you're not okay right?” ask Arsyilla this time.
“She overrated, the thing is,” replied Aksara.
His face still looked sullen, and grim. So clearly visible figure Aksara possessive and jealous.
“Kak, remember what I said .. don't think weird. I'm all yours, would you put handcuffs on my hands? I have no problem,” reply Arsyilla.
Arsyilla was still trying to calm her husband down, and also hoping that her husband could trust her completely.
“I believe .. only he seems to be deliberately deh,” reply Aksara now. Still Aksara still grumbled and felt that his sister deliberately made him jealous.
“Biarin only, Brother ... the important thing is that I love only you, will never be replaced,” reply Arsyilla.
The script finally let out a long sigh and started to calm himself down. Afterwards, Aksara unraveled Arsyilla's embrace, the man lowered his face, and began to land kiss after kiss on Arsyilla's face, from her forehead, both eyelids, tip of the nose, cheeks, chin, etc, and it ends on his lips.
For the lips, Aksara began to open her lips slightly, and began to clench Arsyilla's lips with a hunting breath. It was as if there was no tomorrow to kiss his wife's lips. The man held down Arsyilla's nape to deepen her kiss, putting pressure on the movement of her lips. Flirtation for fondling, kiss for fondling, kiss for kiss, kiss for kiss, even lu-matan for the sake of lu-matan Aksara do over the lips of Arsyilla. The kiss was so intense and so deep, the lips of Aksara like a vacuum that sucked in until the meeting of two lips produced a crack that filled the room.
Arsyilla closed her eyes, allowing her husband to kiss her. The woman carries both her hands around her husband's neck. His breath is breathless, but it is unlikely to release a kiss anytime soon.
Feeling the oxygen that felt the breath was thinning, with a bustling chest, and breath that was increasingly panting, Aksara then pulled his face from the lips of Arsyilla.
“I'm sorry for this possessive, Honey. I love you .. I really love you. I can go crazy, if anyone tries to tease you,” Reply Aksara by hugging Arsyilla so tightly.
In her heart Arsyilla also admitted that her husband was possessive. Even to his own sister, it was obvious how possessive the characters were. However, Arsyilla was able to understand because she felt Aksara was indeed just an ordinary man who was so in love with his wife. Such great love that Aksara has for Arsyilla.
“I also love you, Sis Aksara. Don't be jealous, I'm completely and completely yours. Only you,” reply Arsyilla who also solemnly.
Arsyilla has confirmed that there is one owner of his heart, body, and life, and he is the Aksara. She loved her husband very much, and would not open a gap for anyone else. Taking care of each other, loving each other, even though it seems possessive, but Arsyilla is very sure that in her world there is no man who loves her so much other than her husband. For that reason, Arsyilla really gave her life to her husband, Aksara Adhinata Pradhana. The man who made it into his life, the father of his daughter, and the life companion who would accompany him aged until the end of his life.