Captured by the Past
Chapter 34: Sleeping in his arms.

Swinging gently the tall, sturdy man entered the room with a good lighting. Not his first wife he saw, but the dresses that stood before his eyes, turning from the dress darting to the floor scattered irregularly making Royyan's head immediately throbbing pain. It felt like his head wanted to explode looking at the work room of the wife, who was usually neat now far from the word neat, it was very shapeless mess.

Walking forward more and more into the room, Royyan ruffled his waist slowly while shaking his head gently. Then his gaze was thrown toward the table Almira, and found the wife was asleep in a state of sitting and holding her pointed pencil.

"This workspace what a barn, duh nutmeg I'm dizzy."Royyan massaged his forehead with one hand. Slowly the man with his proforsional body sauntered towards Almira who seemed to have been asleep for a long time in his sleep, then Royyan knelt before the beautiful woman slightly revealing a few hairs from Almira's ears. "When do you want to go home?"royyan whispered as she gently held onto Almira's hair.

However, Almira did not reply even the golden-brown haired woman was unmoved, she was still asleep, her breathing roar sounded extremely tired. Slowly Royyan pulled his body up to his arm, looking at Almira's haphazard face. The cheeks were still wet and moist, seeing the wife's face as Royyan's smile grew until her eyeballs seemed to shine.

"Still cry," he exclaimed as he gently wiped Almira's cheek, caressing her a little lovingly.

It didn't take long, Royyan immediately raised Almira's body over her two stocky arms and took her away. Previously Royyan had reached for a small bag and also a laptop that was often carried by the cat-eyed woman to work. Get out of the room and cover the door of the room tightly even he reset the password of the door, so that no one could enter the room but his wife.

After he finished resetting the password of the door, his wife who he had dropped and still he closed tightly immediately he raised it again on his arm and immediately brought it again, again, Royyan drags his steps firmly out of the previous boutique Royyan wears Almira a mask first.

Arriving at the front of the car, he throws his wife's body into the car gently even he caresses Almira's hair first with his smile still lingering on his cold face. Then he immediately ran towards his wheel and immediately drove his car away from the boutique, the speed of the car shot like a fast-moving wind without anyone noticing that the wind had passed a few hours ago.

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Still in a cruel cold, until it felt like the bones felt a screeching pain, the friction of coldness with white bones behind a lump of meat sounded very bitter. The thin pajamas that Royyan used were fluttering as the wind tonight was blowing very fast and also the wind scroll was like rushing at him, he slammed the car door immediately so that he immediately entered a large house that was equipped with an automatic heater.

The tall, burly man did not bring Almira back to the house they lived in together, but took her to the mansion owned by his parents, the same thing with the car he was driving today. The black car actually belonged to his sister, while his car he kept in Aneu's house to trick the Dirta's men who had been following him wherever he went.

So far they are still fooled by all the efforts made Royyan, often Royyan man recorded if some of Dirta's men look upset and confused because again lost track of his target. However, Aneu's car is also very dangerous. He thought, tomorrow there will be a noise of the perpetrators of gossip on social media, he said, I don't know what articles will be written by writers who thirst for fame by justifying all means even though they have to gossip with facts that are not yet true.

The house uses a smart lock door, so Royyan does not have to wait for someone to open the door at the clock that should be used to sleep soundly, so the house will not have to wait for someone to open the door, he just needs to crack the password of the door then the door has opened, the password of the house was never changed from since Royyan still lives there until now it is no longer living there.

Right at 02.16 wib Royyan entered the mansion owned by his parents, he gradually dragged his steps up the elevator that was on the right side on the first floor of the house. Indeed, both arms have felt sore, even though the weight of his wife is not too heavy, but it feels to take him in two hours full to make his hands feel numb.

Arriving in his private room that until now no one occupied it, the room was deliberately left empty and neatly arranged, even the arrangement of the room was still the same, the room was still the same, so that his son still had a bed when visiting his parents' house, he lowered Almira with a very slow move on the large bed. He covered his wife with a thick vanilla-flavored blanket, it seemed like the bed linen and blanket had just been replaced.

"Thank God my little boy doesn't wake up, if waking up can fuss him," he said in a very slow tone of voice.

Then he pulled his two weakly dangling hands to his waist, he spun around to cover the room door. Suddenly, her parents came closer. It seemed like they heard the footsteps of his son and daughter-in-law entering his house.

"Honey ... at this time you just came home or what? Kok put on that nightgown," asked Rini softly, she was still trying to open her eyes with complete awareness.

"Yes, you're out of nowhere, pajamas again out of the house,"tabbed Rian with her still-sticky eyes.

Royyan who had grabbed the doorknob immediately let go again and opened the door again, "Pick up Ami,"he said briefly.

"Huh?! Ami not coming home? You made a mistake for sure, so the mother's child was angry did not want to meet you,"cetus Rini who immediately widened her eyeballs, immediately drowsiness disappeared while pushing the body of the youngest son.

The man with full muscle was silent. All of a sudden she remembers being at the mall, is it true that Almira was angry with her, but? Of jealousy? Or because they are not helped when facing a clown. Such was the swarm of questions Royyan hid behind his cold and flat face, not displaying the face of tension or confusion as he had in mind.

"You slept there, it was night. Tomorrow you have to work too, right, "referably, Rian pushed his son gently into his room and tightly covered the door.

While Royyan still entered the face of his wife who was asleep and there was no movement of anything from him. The beautiful woman seemed to have deeply dived into her subconscious that was trailing her with sweet hopes that were awakened unknowingly by her soul in the dream world.

The tall, strapping man's gasps scattered his body lying beside Almira, making one arm an additional objection to his head. Shortly after he lay down, Royyan approached Almira again, resting his head on the same pillow as his wife while one hand slipped into the nape of Almira, who was lying on his back, staying there let his hands refute the golden-brown woman's head.

One other hand he used to caress the wife's face, looking at her beautiful face deeply, until he was dissolved in drowsiness and finally fell asleep in a position to hug the tiny body tightly. Likewise with Almira who did not realize if he moved closer and wrapped his hands around Royyan's waist while his face he put into the chest of the field of the husband. Warm and Comfortable too.

Maybe his sleep tonight will be very different from the night before, more restful, more restful, slowly his face beamed and increasingly pushed his face to enter into Royyan's chest and sucked the fragrance released from the husband's body. The longer, Almira increasingly recognize the body aroma of her husband without the help of parfume or soap that has a distinctive aroma that can hypnotize everyone.

"What's? What'sthis?"Almira was surprised to find himself hugging the husband, even Royyan also clutched his body.

He pulled his body at once until Royyan's decapitation was cut off quickly, Almira changed her position to sit next to the still-covered man, folding her legs to the side as she covered her mouth with her two tiny hands, then she wiped her face unable to believe what she was doing with her paper husband.

"Tent .." - cried Almira bought her eyes while stretching out her hands that still refused to believe if she slept on Royyan's chest. "Gue fell asleep in the boutique, why suddenly I was here the same brother .." so he turned his head and entered the handsome face of the husband, "Royyan."Then Almira slapped herself gently.

"You are a clown to sleep," Royyan said with his eyes closed as he pulled one hand over his neck to refute his head.

The deg!

Almira's body blinked along with her eyes that were clenched for a moment, then she turned her head violently at Royyan, glaring at her husband who had just opened her eyes and had not changed his position, not changing his position, he still laid his body in the same position.

"Why am I here? You said bring me here, and again know where else I'm still in the boutique, snacking yes," said Almira after she shifted her body slightly back.

"Very easy. You will never stop to design fashion, that's why I can find you in a boutique" said Royyan who then brought himself up from the bed and sat in front of Almira. "Why not go home? Any problem? Or are you afraid of that clown?"royyan spilled his question.

Almira squinted, then turned her face violently while folding her hands in front. Silence hit both of them again, both Royyan and Almira were silent and did not talk to each other. The earlobe only hears the movement of the wind created by the air conditioning machine.

Clown doang mah will not cry until so, all because of you, not sensitive really so a guy. And besides you Ra why can be jealous anyway wonder, you are not a real wife.

Duh Ra ... You expect what from this man you married, an arranged marriage? Is there love in an arranged marriage, don't expect more.

"Don't be pretentious to care, when I'm scared, too, don't you care, right? Yaudah now also do not want to care so, do not give hope that you can not keep,"Almira chattered with a cynical look as she shifted back to get out of bed. "If at first my heart is not clear about the feeling I feel, but if you act as if you care when not at all I can not guarantee that I do not fall in love with you so stop ...."added Almira while tidying up her messy hair.

Royyan bowed weakly, his heart completely weak. Love has made her this weak, she doesn't want to hurt her woman. He did not want to put Almira in this kind of confusing situation, let alone until Almira felt that she was not loved by him. Although Elshara has returned, it does not rule out the possibility that Dirta will still act foolishly by harming Almira.

This consideration limited Royyan to showing the world that Almira was his wife.

Slowly Royyan went from his bed to the drawer nearby, he opened the drawer and took a photo of his association with Ajun, Dirta and Elshara a few years ago, then he approached Almira and clasped the tiny hand dangling down weakly.

"Follow me here first," she pulled Almira back to her bed.

"Why what?"tepis Almira pulled his hand violently.

But Royyan's grasp was unshakable. Royyan still managed to pull his wife sitting on the beach bed together, in one tap Royyan thrust the photo again in front of Almira.

"You know this picture" he said after he put the picture frame in front of Almira's eyes.

The brown-eyed woman nodded weakly with a sense of confusion that re-captured her soul.

"This is Ajun, this is Dirta and this is Elshara" Royyan explained, pointing to one by one the owner of the name.

"Yes ... continue," said Almira as she looked at one by one the faces in the photo, then his eyeballs widened shortly after that he pulled one hand to cover his agape mouth, while he carried the photo up to see it clearly, then he looked up at Royyan.

Like knowing what makes Almira like that, Royyan quickly nudged as he pulled one leg dangling onto the bed, he changed his position to one leg cross-legged while the other leg he let dangle and tread on the white ceramic floor in his room.

Slowly the tall man pulled the photo in Almira's grasp back down and lay on the bed, while he shifted closer to his wife with a sharpened gaze, tried to seduce his wife with that look, and it worked. Almira was now silent with a straight look at him.

NEXT ....