Destiny Gintani
Longs

Silent.

That's all that happens in the car they drive. Everyone is busy with their own thoughts. Argha who was thinking of the right answer for a reason, why did he bring Gintani back to his father's place? And Gintan who was immersed in a question, why did Argha make a deal with the in-laws without his knowledge? What the hell is going on? inner Gintani.

An hour later, finally the car they were riding in arrived at the courtyard of the main mansion of the Amijaya family. Mr. Munir, the driver of the Amijaya family immediately opened the door for his master. Argha came out with a feeling of uncertainty. Inevitably, the time for him to tell a story, must have arrived as well. Hopefully Gintani will understand the decision I made. And hopefully, he didn't misunderstand the choice I made, Inner Argha.

"Let me help, Den!" Suddenly, Mr. Munir's offer to help break it, spread the reverie of Argha.

"Ah, no need sir! I can do it myself, really," Argha refused. A moment later, Argha looked at Gintani with a meaningful gaze. Gintani smiled at the look of her husband.

"Sir, her tote bag please take her inside, yes! Let me help Mas Argha" said Gintani.

"Well, Neng!" Quickly Mr. Munir took out two tote bags from the trunk of the car and directly brought them into the mansion.

Arrive in the family room.

"Sister...!" Nadhifa ran towards the brother. Without further ado, he hugged Argha tightly. "Sister, Fa please, don't do that silly thing again, okay?" pinta Nadhifa to Argha.

"You're so chatty, Fa! Yesterday, right, Brother has promised not to repeat the mistake again," replied Argha while twitching his sister's nose.

"Yes, baby...Brother, do not like to break the promise if not reminded constantly," denied Nadhifa.

"Yes-yes, I promise, Big Brother will not admit that ridiculous thing again. Moreover, now, right, your brother-in-law is willing to forgive Brother," said Argha while glancing at Gintani.

Gintani only smiled faintly in response to her husband's remarks.

"Already, Fa! Let your brother rest in his room," said Tuan Jaya to his only daughter. "Gintan, take your husband to the room! Tell him to rest enough, because tomorrow morning, you must have the energy for a long journey," ordered Mr. Jaya to his daughter-in-law.

"I mean Papa?" argha asked, frowning.

"That's Ar, don't pretend to forget. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?" the Tuan Jaya Goda.

Argha could only roll his eyes in response to the father's temptation.

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Arriving at the room, Gintani is quite surprised to see some suitcases neatly tucked away in the corner of the room.

"What's this suitcase, Mas?" ask Gintani curiously.

Argha shook his shoulders to answer Gintani's question. After helping her husband sit on the bed, Gintani immediately opened the suitcases. Gintani's eyes are perfectly rounded when he sees the contents of the suitcases.

"Loh, Mas.this is, right, our clothes. Why is it here?" gintani asked, astonished.

"Maybe it was Papa who told people to clean up and bring her here" replied Argha, laying her body on the bed.

"Come here!" Instead of answering his wife's question, Argha instead gave orders for Gintani to approach.

Gintani approached Argha, and sat down to her husband.

Argha held Gintani's hand. "Please don't get angry and don't misunderstand me. From today on, we'll be staying here with my family. Do you mind?" argha asked looking anxiously for Gintani's answer.

Gintani sighed. "Mas, Gintan does not mind if he has to stay one roof with both parents. But honestly, Gintan didn't understand. What exactly made Mas take the decision without talking about it to Gintan?" gintani asked, turning his face away. Honestly, as a wife, Gintani's heart was deeply hurt when it came to seeing Argha take the decision unilaterally.

Argha woke up from his sleep. He then sat down and grabbed Gintani into his arms. "I'm sorry, Gin. Honestly, I have no other choice. Papa threatens Mas will separate us if until Mas does not manage to bring you home. Mas is afraid of losing you, therefore, Mas is determined, however, Mas should be able to take you home. As a condition, Papa asks Mas to bring you back to this house. Otherwise, I will no longer be allowed to meet you. Please, understand!" the Pinta lirih Argha.

"On what basis, Papa asked us to separate, Mas?" asked Gintani who was shocked at Argha's confession.

"Papa knows the depravity of his son, Gin. Papa knew the attitude of his son who always treated his son-in-law very badly. Papa doesn't want to see you always suffer because of what you did. But, for God's sake, Gin. I have absolutely no intention of hurting you. Mas loves you very much. Therefore, for your sake, Mas accepted Papa's offer to stay here even though Mas knew, Mas would never feel at home if he had to continue meeting with Mama Rosma. I don't want to lose you, Gin."

"Already, Mas. After all, a wife will always follow her husband, wherever she will take him away."

"Thank you, Gin," replied Argha, kissing Gintani's head.

Gintani raised her face, looking at her husband full of tenderness. "Sleep!" gintani said, rubbing her husband's right cheek.

Instead of sleeping, Argha brought his face closer. Slowly but surely, their two lips are interlocked to taste the sweetness of each other.

Gintani's eyes were closed as the burly ignorant hand began to infiltrate behind his blouse.

"Isa... Oh...!" gintani sighed as he felt the hand gently twisting the tip of his twin hill.

"Gin, can Mas's knee enter the nest?" argha whispered with an increasingly raucous voice.

Gintani blushed in embarrassment. The red hue was clearly drawn on both of his cheeks. A moment later, she nodded and let her husband's hands guerrilla all over her body.

The hotter the afternoon, the hotter they feel. Small groans and moans echoed in the room. I don't know how many times they let go of each other's desires. But one thing is for sure, longing is so in their hearts. Longing for touch, longing for the togetherness they have missed due to misunderstandings.

It seemed, none of them had any intention of ending the battle. Their attacks and resistance were equally strong. I don't know how much time the mute keeps passing. Even the breath that began to sting did not dampen their steps to stop its activities. Until finally, the final blow was full of strength, forcing Gintani to surrender and acknowledge her husband's might.

"Racid?" argha asked while wiping the sweat on Gintani's forehead.

Gintani nodded small. The sleepiness began to attack him. Even a faint smile was engraved as a gesture of his love.

Thank you, Gin. Thank you for giving me a second chance. I promise, I will always attach importance to you above all else, inner argha while embracing the innocent body of his wife who began to be helpless because of her actions.

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