Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 28a

Wife Arjuna Chapter 28a

Anggi stunned astonishment. As soon as he finished changing into the dressing room and returned to the room, he saw Juna sitting on the edge of the bed. Smiled handsomely at him while waving his hands.

“Sini.” Juna held out a hand. Make Anggi wonder. “Come here,” call him again.

Hesitating Anggi approached to receive a helping hand of Juna. Gently Juna pulled her closer, until Anggi's stomach was parallel to his face. The two corners of his lips were increasingly drawn upwards, widening his smile.

Anggi squinted his eyes. “What's up? Why are you smiling?” tanyanya confusion.

Next to Juna's hand embrace and next to him again rubbing Anggi's stomach is still flat. “So, now inside here is my son? Our son?” Juna looked up, bringing together his unfortunately smeared gaze in a straight line, nailing his gaze to the glittering beautiful eyeballs of Anggi.

There was a sense of arcing flooding his heart in an instant. Hearing Juna say the word 'our son’ while stroking his stomach created a happy wave that made his chest seem choppy.

Anggi. Juna's big smile rubbed on him. “Hmm, there's your son there. Our child who is struggling to grow,”.

Juna revealed an Anggi's top clothes more up to reveal uninhibited abdominal skin. Sweet kisses with a lot of Juna levelled, channeling a sense of joy in the presence of the baby.

Anggi chuckled at once happy. His stretch of taut fingers rested the thick wilderness of Juna's hair while the man continued to kiss his stomach. Juna returned to look up, embracing Anggi more docked and without cue-jabbing Anggi to his lap.

“Thank you for giving me this wonderful gift. I'm happy.” Juna said warmly.

Anggi chuckled. It feels like a dream. Didn't expect her husband to be so enthusiastic about her pregnancy. “I too,” great-grandson Anggi who is getting down.

They look at each other's eyes. So deep, so intimate. I don't know who started it, their lips have now landed in a kiss. At first it was just a light peck, then continued to frown each other in a beautiful sigh. Soluble in joy that wraps together the fragrant aroma of love that begins to shine in the air.

However, suddenly all the beautiful atmosphere nan syhadu was fading. The warm atmosphere changed a gust of cold wind that pierced the bones. The figure of Juna who was holding him also faded and disappeared, not trace like smoke blown by the wind. Anggi felt lost. Groped his own body and suddenly the figure of a handsome little boy who was very similar to Juna tugging at his clothes.

Juna was disturbed from his sleep by the sound of crying. Rubbing her eyes, Juna glanced next to her. It turned out that Anggi was roaring in his sleep. Crying with furrowed eyebrows in a sign of a nightmare. Juna quickly scooped her into a hug. Patting gently on Anggi's cheeks trying to wake her up.

“Mag, Anggita. Build.”

Anggi is still in his tears. Pissing with eyes closed tightly. The dream he experienced hit his soul which was still filled with bruises everywhere. Produces unspeakable pain shackling of the succum. All the pain mixed with guilt combined like a tangled thread. Anggi is still in his dream realm, plagued by deep guilt that once intended to abort the contents and sentences of a handsome boy who begged him to tear the side of a mother in him.

“Im sorry Mama, forgive Mama,” her tears full of grief still wrapped in tears.

“Mag, Anggita. Wakes up. You dream.” Juna patted his wife's cheek gently again while stroking Anggi's back which shook with tears.

Instantly Anggi jerked. Breath hunting. The corner of his eyes was wet accompanied by a cold sweat dewy on his forehead. What happened a few days ago was a dream.

When the net opened perfectly, he was immediately presented with the look of Juna's eyes staring at him with a frown. Sharp as ever. However, this time there was a shadowy anxiety in the look in those eyes.

“Calm down, there I am here. Was your dream so bad?” Juna stroked Anggi's hair. His wife looked chaotic and paper-absorbed.

“I'm a cruel mother. I'm a cruel mother," she's still under the influence of a dream. That's all that was spoken raspy from the tongue accompanied by a circle of tears.

“Ssuutt's. Dreams are just sleeping flowers. Sleep again, hmm.”

Juna rubbed Anggi's wet face and hugged her in her sturdy frame. Anggi still sobbing with eyes that back closed. Juna took a deep breath as he looked at his wife's face that painted a wound.

His heart moved, driven by a desire that came out of nowhere, an affectionate kiss landed on Anggi's forehead for the first time. So long to channel a sense of security. Not the usual arousal driven kiss Juna urged when desire without sense mastering reason.

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