Gannaya, My Adore
Stealing My Heart's Print.

Ammar's breath was seen roaring with glare fixed eyes staring at the roof. His chest moved up and down. The man was still enjoying the remnants of the pleasure of a release he had just achieved.

"Darling ..." call her softly in a slightly hoarse voice. But the called one did not turn his head, only a silent bowed.

Ammar hastily pulled the zipper on his pants. The man got up and approached Gana who was sitting on his back on the edge of the bed. Ammar shuffled, holding both of his wife's arms from behind.

"Why you, baby? How crying?" ask Ammar from behind the neck of Gana. Gana's sobs sounded slow.

"Am I too tight?" Ammar groped Gana's left snowflake. Fearing the kiss of his lips was too strong to make Gana complain.

And the woman only responded with a headband.

Ammar got up from the bed and aligned himself, propping both knees on the floor. He lifted Gana's chin, to look at her.

"Why cry? I was wrong, right? Try to tell me where it's wrong." asked Ammar in a clear voice. Wiping the wetness on Gana's face with the back of her hand. Ammar's heart was beating again. He was afraid Gana was angry, because the actions of orall he did might hurt his physique.

Gana fell back down and was silent. If it wasn't for the love that was already present, Gana wouldn't be this sad to know Ammar wasn't a good person. Maybe he will be normal and immediately ask for a divorce.

And he cursed why the Universe gave him love coincided with this kind of problem. Feeling betrayed by the love that just froze.

Ammar inspired to open four buttons dress Gana. Looking at that crazy mound from behind the yellow lacy bra. Gana just quietly resigned, his hand did not pull over.

"It hurts?" Ammar pressed some red circles of masterpieces from his lips.

Nope. But, Gana nodded. It is not really what hurts. But in her, in her chest, in her heart and in her soul.

Gana's cry grew louder. Uh, she wanted to scream. His chest felt full, wanting to immediately vomit all the charges against Ammar. But he could only hold it in his heart. Ammar will move quickly to avoid, he certainly does not want to be honest. Therefore Gana must be able to close the suspicion neatly in order to dismantle everything in front of Ammar.

Who are you, Ammar? WHO'S WHO?

He wanted Gana to rebuke the man.

You have stolen my heartbeat! It can take my world away. Makes me suddenly captivated even though I swore I wanted to stay away from you!

I hate you, Ammar. I hate!!

"Hhh ..." Gana sighed. Cussing Ammar in his mind was very emotionally draining and made his chest tight. He wiped his tears. Then he stood up from the bed, releasing Ammar's hand from his body.

Ammar also stood up, looking at Gana who was buttoning her dress back.

"I want to go home" she said without looking at her husband. Gana stepped in first to get out of the room.

Ammar exasperated his face with a faint slit. "More than my fault, dear?" ogre.

***

With a heart full of wounds. And the clear water that always wanted to emerge from the cave of his eyes. Gana kept an eye on Ammar as usual. As of now he has prepared sleeping pajamas and panties that he put on the lip of the bed.

I wanted magrib and the guy just took a shower. After the office, Ammar did unwind and overslept. While Gana chose to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, still assisted by their art.

Drrt drrt drrt

Long silica long flat wire, black silicone, looks to move slowly due to the vibration on the nightstand. The screen is bright because it tells you that there is a message or phone coming in. Gana does not know, because his position is far away.

Gana who was still standing on the lip of the bed then glanced towards the bathroom door. Where there is still water from in the shower. Signs that her husband is still cleaning up in there.

Gana glanced back at Ammar's device. Gawai who during the marriage, he never touched. Although all this time he hated Farhan, but never said in his heart, if you want to investigate what is in the device.

Gana stepped towards the nightstand, back she turned her head to the bathroom door. Convince yourself, that Ammar is still a long time. Gana threw her ass on the bed. He grabbed the device and wiped his dead screen.

"You're in the password!" gerrutu annoyed.

Gana dabbled with Ammar's birth date, which he had only known for the past few months.

"Well, wrong!" the screen cannot be opened.

"Duuuh is still wrong!" the screen will not open. "I think you're too in love with our marriage, it's not really. Though my mobile password code already uses kam----" date of birth"

His words. Gana. Both of his eyes were fleshy with a smile that suddenly expanded. Is it true what he thinks now? Then the woman tried with a date that she believed would be able to open the phone.

"Alhamdulillah can." exclaimed happily, when entering his date of birth. Ammar loved Gana more than anything.

The woman's heart was flowery, pleased with her. It turned out that their inner telepathy was already running. Both use the couple's birth date for each device's password. Gana's smile grew louder until it was all destroyed, when a message came from Bima.

[Pak Farhan invited a meeting tonight at the Apartment, sir]

"Tonight? The apartment?" reworked. Ammar said nothing if he wanted to leave tonight.

"Farhan again ? Bastardly indeed!" exclaim Gana upset. His jaw looks tight.

Actually Ammar is lazy to undergo this business. But because it has been bound by a work contract with other mafia, inevitably Ammar must be responsible. Moreover, Farhan always whines can not if alone. Of course it was his alibi.

Gana did not want to press the message from Bima. He wanted Amar to know that the message had not been touched and read. But Gana can still read it even though the message has not been opened.

"Why didn't that bastard send a message himself? Should I even go through Bima?" tanyanya's confused.

Because Ammar previously forbade Farhan to contact if he was at home. So the man complied, though his hatred for Gana multiplied many times, because it was the woman who made Ammar change to him.

Gana presses wa Farhan's contact. And the conversation is open

Farhan : Orders are already 60%. Early next month it is ready to be delivered. Mr. Jang wants to meet in person at the pier.

Ammar : Well. Just set it up with you.

Last message at 11:00 p.m. When he went to the salon.

"What order? Mr. Jang's? Who's she?" gana asked with a face beginning to panic. His heart is back to hunting.

Feeling, Ammar's activities inside are over. Because no longer heard the sound of the air shower stub, even now only heard the song that Ammar was humming right. The man is holding it in there. Hurriedly Gana put the device back on the nightstand and rubbed the screen again to go back dark.

Just now his hand back he pulled after putting the device, along with it the bathroom door opened.

JAGS.

Gana. Like being caught, like a thief caught by the police. From inside the bathroom door looks a burly man with a little fluffy hair on his chest, out with the tip of the hair that still drips the remnants of shampooing wet. The water drops to wet the base of the shoulder. The scent of lavender soap belongs to Gana, now it is attached to the body of Ammar. The man stepped onto the lip of the bed to put on his pajamas.

"Why you, baby?" ammar asked when he saw Gana just stare silently.

Oh, relief of his heart. Ammar did not see, when in the last second he put the device.

A fake smile. "Nothing 'cocky."

Ammar nodded. Opening the winding of the towel and dabbling in front of Gana. It was common for him to do this, and Gana no longer shouted. Ammar will sit in his bed and wait in his pajamas. In fact, Ammar outperformed Ganaya.

If yesterday Ammar left Gana when he was sick. Now-now as long as Gana's healed. She now gives this attention to her husband.

Gana rubs Ammar's hair to get completely dry with a towel. Then apply telon oil on the man's stomach so as not to catch wind.

Put on a pajama top and button it. He leaned over to put the man inside to cover Harley and then closed again in long pajamas.

As usual Ammar will hug his wife's stomach, when his hair is combed by Gana. enjoy all the treats Gana gave, like a child who had just been bathed by the mother.

With Gana's attitude like this, has not been able to judge that the wife has loved him?

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