GRINNED
CHAPTER 40: Desire

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"Thank you, honey. You have believed the same."

Zaidan hugged me and kissed this forehead. And I felt her hand gently caress my head.

"Mas, I'm jealous."

That's the only word I can say. While immersing this head deepened. In the chest that field, so that I can reveal the taste.

I don't know why I can't cover this feeling for her. When I saw Layla trying to seduce him in front of me, I didn't want what I had left to believe, to fall into sin.

"Sorry, dear."

His smile calms me. He looked at my face a long time ago.

There was tenderness in his breath. Touching my race to grow trust. That was able to sweep away the uneasiness that was present a moment ago.

I saw her eyes flirting with spoiled. Spurting blood, flowing in haste. Rippling, shedding consciousness, took me to dissolve in the cradle of created beauty. I'm stunned.

I saw flickers of starlight circling his face. God help what this is.

Why are there vibrating flavors, making this body hollow, lulled in a crib. Loss of consciousness in his loving touch.

"Darling your jealousy will keep you always ...."

Zaidan's whisper feels soft in the ear.

I'm late. Until I let her touch my lips. I'm terlena.

Let this love flow, as a real beating heart sounds.

This blood rush flowed so fast that it burned the desire in the chest.

And she still with awareness and tenderness seduced me with her touch.

"Dear."I don't know why we almost lost consciousness. If only there were no knocking from outside.

"Assalamu'alaikum wr.wb."

There was the sound of Mr. Aris coming from behind the locked door. Bringing our consciousness back. I was embarrassed and wanted to run. But he still held me tight.

"Fix your hijab in that room. I'm catching. I don't know what circumstances toyed with. Or the desire of a mas who wants to immediately have you completely." whispered before releasing me.

Pressing the door open.

"This is sir, the files."

"Thank you ..."

"Oh yes Ris. Do not forget to invite also the father of the mother caregivers and sisters at the reception yes ..."

"Good Sir."

"Yes already."

Dinda went to the room Zaidan showed her. Clean and neat empty room. With a thick carpet.

Could this be for Zaidan to rest. Or for a place of prayer. There is also a bed available there. On the right side is the bathroom too.

Fatigue makes me forget the intent of the heart into this room.

I take off the hijab, and I put this body on the bed. Unconsciously my eyes closed. In the cradle of a beautiful dream that was disturbed by the presence of Mr. Aris, his secretary.

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"Morning ..." He looked at that closed face with all his taste. Strands by strands of hair that cover. Gently wrap it without obstruction.

"You are very tired dear, but still beautiful .." said the seduction said, as if to make the breeze that delivered his sleep more soundly. Until freely zaidan peppered affection on the cheeks, forehead and eyes closed.

"Pardon me ..."

The turmoil of desire that repeatedly delayed and can be held back. It has now completely taken over the body. His breath is hunting with a racing heartbeat. Until his consciousness guided him, to kiss those red lips repeatedly.

"Maos ..." The touch kept him awake.

"Keep your eyes shut, honey."he whispered softly.

"His sleep."

Again I think this body is shaking by the rush of blood flow driven by the desire of romance.

"Humaiara darling, are you ready..?"either that's a question or a statement. Because these lips are not given a chance to answer. I felt his touch deepening. Yeah ... very deep right in my chest. Until I'm embarrassed.

"Not to be ashamed, I am your husband." his whisper led me to sail the ocean of love together. And I followed him willingly.

"I let go of your lips just to pray" she said.

"Why do you only answer with a smile dear."

I put my lips in his ear and whispered.

"How can I not say a prayer always. If you are near me. Afraid of the blur."

"Hem." The last word I heard before disappeared with a mutual sigh. In the longing and burning desire of love.

Until the beauty of marriage can reach it together. Sworn in the same rhythm as there is. In the ocean of love created. In his blessing robb who guards his love. Until terlena. To dissolve the longing that has been stored. Which was repeatedly delayed. Only indulging, seducing can represent taste. Jealousy is gone as if it were created and exists.

"Thank you dear ..." I hugged my tired body and grabbed it. Calmness was etched on her ayu face. Who always harbored a longing for my touch as her husband. Realized through lips that singed a happy smile. I held her in a happy embrace anyway. I'm almost tempted if I don't remember time, power and Anya.

"Dear tired?" As usual without waiting for an answer, Zaidan carried me to the bathroom. Give me a chance to spit. Because I gave myself away completely.

"It's almost dhuhur. We take a bath together" he reasoned, without letting go of my body in his trunk. And just dropped me off when I was in the bathroom.

I put my hand on his neck. And he greeted her with a laugh together.

"Right now, I want to spoil you." While he turned the water faucet. Prepare it for a bath, clean yourself together.

"Mas. Shame..." I don't want to take off the cloth that lives on a strand attached to this body.

"Shame on who?"he answered while pouring water on my body. No doubt make this body wet.

"evil."

"So much shame ?"his gaze made this body creep. Replace the water on his body. To escape the heat, which began to rise

to his mind, immediately subside.

"Review yes." she replied with a mischievous smile.

"It's already."

"Will not."

He grabbed this body from behind. His hands let go of a cloth that covered.

"Maos ..."I'm shouting. Only a gentle breath swept across my neck in response. His tight-knit touch, again swept my soul in a repeated game of love, as if it were endless. A look of desire had swept through my entire body. Makes me helpless to follow the rhythm of love in his love.

And only after the real sound of azan dhuhur reverberating.

"Darling, are you satisfied." she asked before releasing me.

Curse his head, to whisper a word in his ear.

"Yes ..."

He gave me a last kiss on my forehead before releasing me. To bathe and have a holy after the jima' that we did.

Then he poured water all over his body evenly.Walau occasionally flushed me as well as his interlude.

"If it's a long time, don't take a shower, honey."

"No-no." I answered while taking a shower in a hurry.

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Their smiles appear on both lips of people who have finished, fostering a sense of love. Still looks like water on the end of her hair.

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