BET GIRL
Desire

Elnara limped through the spacious courtyard of the Emir's house.  His feet are so sore.  His waist hurts too.  His whole body was in excruciating pain.

He entered the house, headed to the room.  Then shower.  He grimaced with pain every time his palms rubbed against the skin.  Almost all over his body becomes sore every time he gets a touch.

After bathing, Elnara was surprised to see the Emir who was already in the room.  Currently Elnara was wearing a kimono, so that her entire body was covered.

Elnara turned her gaze when their gazes met.

“Where have you been?” the Emir asked while looking at the clock on his wrist.

“I...” Elnara thought what reason she should mention to make the Emir unsuspecting that he was late coming home because of Afsa. 

When the Emir learns the true events, he has no idea what the Emir will do to Afsa.  That guy is notoriously cruel, is he?  Maybe Elnara will be the first to be haunted by regret if something happens to her true evil twin.

His instincts still say that Afsa is his brother, and his twin is simply going the wrong way, there is still time to fix it.  

“I'm all?  no explanation what-what?” ask Emir.

“I was lazy to get out of campus because of the rain, the distance of the campus terrace to the gate is quite far, and it can make me drenched.  So I'm waiting for the rain to subside.”

“Then... Which vitamins?”.

“Oh.  Sorry.”  Elnara lowered her head, but her bead glanced at the Emir.

There was no response after that from the man.

Elnara then stepped into the closet to pick up the clothes.  

Bruk!

Elnara slipped due to the floor that became slippery because the soles of her feet were still a bit wet, besides her gaze also failed to focus, instead continued to glance at the Emir, eventually falling into a slump.

Only a few seconds until the Emir is now in front of Elnara.  The man squatted and bowed.  He lifts Elnara's body.

“Awh!”  Elnara complained of feeling her back and thigh pain from being touched by the Emir's hand holding her.  So hurt.

The emir frowned in wonder.  Why could Elnara be in so much pain when touched?  “What's up?”

Elnara nodded though with a frowned and a slightly grimacing mouth.  Actually he did not want to show an expression of pain, but the pain was unbearable.  What's more, the position of the Emir's arm holding him forced the man's arm to hold firmly.  The pain can no longer be endured.

“My leg hurts.  Maybe sprained,” Elnara reasoned.  Hope the Emir doesn't suspect him.

The Emir also thought that Elnara groaned because she felt the pain of her sprained leg.

“I can walk alone,” Elnara said. Increasingly unable to withstand the pain of being touched by the Emir's arm.

“You said your feet sprained, then shut up and let me carry you.”  The Emir put Elnara's body to the edge of the mattress.

“What is it?”  The Emir saw the foreign scenery when the kimono under Elnara was revealed until his bluish thigh was visible to the Emir's eyes.

Elnara followed the Emir's point of view, then hurriedly closed the bruised part.

Not wanting to stay silent, the Emir also re-revealed the tip of the kimono.  He saw a bruise on the second on Elnara.  The new wounds.

“Who did this?” emir firmly with a piercing look.

Elnara looked down and was silent.  His hands were squeezing the ends of the kimono.  He did not want the Emir to know that Afsa was the culprit.  This man could be reckless doing things that are not far crazy to Afsa.  Better to cover it up.  Elnara chose to face Afsa herself, without having to involve the Emir.

Afsa is not an opponent for the Emir.  She was just an ordinary girl who ignited her emotions, even though it was a delay.

“So you won't say who did it?” tanya Emir dominates.

Elnara was silent.

“Let me see other wounds.”  The Emir extended his hand.

Elnara immediately turned back her body avoiding the Emir's hand that was heading towards her.

“Do not refuse!  I'd hate to be rejected for these things.”  The Emir looks violent, making Elnara so scared.

Emir touched the kimono on the neck.  

Only then, the skin of Elnara's body was already bristling.

The emir jerked the kimono and lowered it down to the arm.   His forehead again clutched to see an unusual bruise.  Especially in the chest.  The wound is quite serious.  

Elnara immediately covered her chest by crossing her arms at that part.  So embarrassed.  Then the Emir moved Elnara's body to the side, looking at the wound on the arm.  The Emir's head is buzzing.  The wound was pretty awful.  Lebam is amazing.

Then switch to the back.  The Emir lowered the kimono to the waist.  Seemed terrible bruises on the back, even to the waist.

“Awh!”  Elnara groaned feeling her sore waist when touched by the Emir.

“I've seen this wound clearly.”  Emir nodded.  The examination is enough.  Amidst the seething emotions from seeing those wounds, as a normal man he felt like being caused to watch Elnara in this state.  The Emir put the kimono back on Elnara's body properly.  “El!”  The Emir stared fixedly at his wife's face.

Elnara returned the husband's gaze.

The Emir swallowed before finally saying, “Do you want to sleep with me now?”

Elnara suddenly became tense.

“Alright, no need to answer.  I understand your condition.  Your body is sick like this anyway.  Now put on your shirt.”  The Emir stepped towards the door.  “If you don't want to tell me who the perpetrator of the persecution is, let me find out for myself.

Seriate