Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Poranda

Damara walked towards the closet that was right next to the bathroom. The maniacs are perfectly rounded to see the clothes that perch neatly there, ‘This is whose shirt?’ the question came to his mind. His hand grabbed one of the clothes, but his shirt looked brand new.

Don't want to worry Damara chose one of the clothes randomly. The clothes are attached perfectly to his body, it seems that the contents of the closet are deliberately reserved for Damara.

The sound of a knock on the door distracts her, Damara walking towards the door turns out to be a man standing in front of the door. “Mari Miss come with me, dinner is ready.”

Damara didn't say much following the man, but now they were walking in different directions. It felt like Damara was in a foreign place, how could a building that looked spacious from the outside but inside only a long hallway that made it towards something exactly that he could not remember clearly. Maybe if he walks alone already in make sure he lost before arriving at the destination.

The man took Damara to the dining room, which was lined up neatly with a long table as in military training, but only he himself sat down. The man was standing behind him. A special waiter pushed a stainless table with a wide variety of dishes it carried.  Then the waiter arranged the meal he brought in front of Damara's table.

After the waiter went Damara enjoyed eating it with a feeling of unworthiness, sometimes his manic looks around which looks empty even though the room is quite spacious maybe able to accommodate up to five hundred people. It feels like he is no longer tasteful to eat, the spoon and fork he holds he keeps slowly but still makes a sound in the middle of silence.

“I want to go back to the room,” Damara told the man who brought her here.

The man with the sturdy body allowed Damara to walk first.

Damara walked slowly his legs felt sore again because of the training last afternoon. He wants to rest his tired body. After arriving in front of his room without much talking he entered and closed the door. Putting his body on the bed.

Her bead looked straight at the ceiling of the room. Two weeks not living with Jerricco he felt ordinary, but only one day did not meet the man make his heart ravaged instantly. Excessive anxiety, “You really don't want to see me?” lirih Damara's.

Damara chose to close her eyes, she took a roll and hugged him tightly. This one week he always sleeps in Jerricco's arms but last night and today has to sleep alone.

From his monitor Jerricco saw Damara closing his eyes, he walked out of his room to Damara's room next to his. Upon entering Damara's room he saw his wife's body tightly hugging a roll, her hands outstretched to pull it slowly.

Maybe because Damara's body was tired the movements Jerricco did did not bother him in the least. Jerricco replaced the rolling position, his hands stretched out to hug Damara's body.

Her manic looked at Damara's peaceful face in her dreamland. With a slow motion Jerricco stroked Damara's cheek using his thumb. His eyes could not escape from Damara's slightly open lips, with a slow motion he sucked Damara's lips.

Jerricco was surprised when Damara kissed him back even Damara's hand now hugged him very tightly. The kiss was very short because Damara let it go. “Don't go, I can't be far from you.”

A smile was etched clearly on Jerricco's lips upon hearing the delirious Damara. He gave a kiss on Damara's forehead. “I'm not going, I'm here with you,” Jerricco said in a whisper right in Damara's ear.  He closed his eyelids to follow Damara to dreamland.