
"Suami, husband. The word husband is suitable for a real husband. As for you!!, Ah already. Ribet". Lesya muttered in her heart.
"Why?, you don't like it when I hold your hand ?" Liam asked with a strange look.
"Sir, I'm really so sleepy. My eyes could no longer open their petals. My body is tired of wanting to be offered. Pliiiiss... Allow me to sleep" Lesya lamented with a glass.
"Alright, go to sleep" Liam said.
Liam took off his hold. Then pay attention to the movement of Lesya who still keeps her flash back in the drawer. Back to the sofa.
"Why did you sleep there ?" Liam asked with a furrow of his brows.
"Yes, I just sleep here" said Lesya who began to lay herself on the sofa.
"OW.... So you'd rather sleep there than in this big bed with me ?" said Liam. He only intends to tease Lesya.
"You're still busy. If I sleep there you will be disturbed. So let me sleep here. And pliiiss... Don't argue anymore, let me sleep" Lesya said in a hoarse and heavy voice. His eyes began to close.
"What right do you command me" muttered Liam lirih. Lesya no longer cared about him.
"Don't expect me to sleep with you. I won't let you touch my body more" Lesya muttered inwardly.
*
"Hoooaaamm" Liam yawned by covering his mouth. The sleepiness started attacking him.
He saw a digital clock on his left nightstand lined with sleeping lights in the room. Seen at 01:00 in the morning.
Then he tidied up the laptop and all the papers contained reports scattered on his mattress.
Remembering the pudding made Lesya had not had time to touch. Then he took the pudding and observed the work of his wife. "Heem, it looks good" muttered Liam.
"Hap" (just think of Liam's voice starting to feed food into his mouth).
"It's not too cold" he said.
He started to break his body. Look at the ceiling of the room. Suddenly he remembered the figure of the woman who was now in one room with him.
Liam turned his head towards Lesya who was curled up on the sofa. Then he stood walking towards the walkin closet to look for something. He remembered that there were some bad covers put in his closet.
It didn't take long for Liam to get that bad cover. He took it from the closet and came back out of the room walkin closet and then walked closer to the figure who is now a woman.
It opened the wide bad cover and then enveloped Lesya's body. He had subconsciously pulled both corners of his lips so that a smile appeared on his face.
Then he sat crouching closer to Lesya's face. "You look calm when you sleep" murmured softly Liam. In his eyes fixed the face of the woman who is now halal becomes his.
The more he looked at the more he made his blood rustle fast. "Shiitt, did you use magic to attract men ?" Inner Liam who is now being misbehaved when he realizes he feels drugged by his female beauty.
Immediately he stood up from his squatting position. Feeling annoyed with himself because without realizing it, he lost control when he was again fascinated to see Lesya who made his heart feel something strange felt.
Liam finally returned to his bed, spread his body and wrapped himself up to his shoulders.
Both are sound asleep enjoying the dream that accompanies each other in their sleep.
*
The more late the cold of the night wind the more rippling filled the entire room. Until the dawn of the Adhan began to sound up to Lesya's ears.
"Is it dawn ?. Why so fast ?" Lesya muttered and still closed her eyes.
After a few minutes he started to open his eyes slowly and rolled them.
"Astaghfirullah, I forgot" he murmured again and squeezed the hair on his head when he realized where he was.
Liam is still sleeping on his bed. Then Lesya walked slowly to the bathroom to clean herself up and began her report to the Supreme Being.
Liam's eyes look at the woman wearing a mukena who is huddled to face the creator at his bedside. Her heart felt warm at that sight. Then he went back to pretending to be asleep when he saw Lesya had finished praying.
Lesya who did not realize that Liam had awoken from her sleep and did not know when she was noticed.
"Not built, is it ?. If he is not awake, he cannot pray at dawn. But if I wake up I'm afraid he's angry" his inner self while looking at Liam.
"Ah, just wake up. He was also used to being angry" he murmured.
He started sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sir, Mr. Liam. Wake up sir, it's dawn". But no response from Liam.
Not giving up so easily, Lesya began to wake him with mentoel-toel Liam's arm. "Master, Mr. Liam. it's dawn sir. Reports first". Still what is awakened is not warty.
"haaaaahh, it's hard to wake a polar bear when it's sleeping" muttered Lesya.
He paused for a moment to look at Liam's face. "You're so handsome it turns out. But darling, angry and arrogant" while continuing to look at him.
"Did he say?, polar bear ?... It's so rude of him to dare to say to me" the inner Liam who was still pretending to be asleep.
"Stop looking at me. I know I'm handsome. So if you fall in love with me I don't want to take responsibility for your feelings" said Liam with eyes still closed.
"Eh" Lesya suddenly stepped from her sitting position and immediately stood up. "Who is staring at you. I'm just trying to wake you up" Lesya tried to quibble.
"When did he wake up ?. Don't let him hear what I said !!" inner Lesya began to worry.
"When did you wake up ?" Ask Lesya.
Liam just glanced at him without answering and started getting up from his bed and walking towards the bathroom.
Seeing Liam who did not respond to his question, Lesya slightly ran after Liam who walked into the bathroom. "Master, answer first. Have you been awake since ?" reset Lesya.
"What siiih...." Liam looked back with an annoyed face.
Lesya put her eyebrows together. Expecting answers to his questions.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Go !!.... Do you want to come with me in ?" liam said coldly.
Without a second thought Lesya turned around and went out of the room.
"Oath yes, she's very happy. How can there be a living person who is half dead like that. Bodo very much he wants to hear my words earlier or not" muttered Lesya who was still standing in front of the door of the room.
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