Holy Marriage
Hot Cold
Slowly Alan opened his eyelids, his net twirling around. He was still asleep on the couch. His head is heavy. Throbbing as he got up and sat down. Alan's holding his head, it hurts.
Alan lowered his feet to the floor. With a difficult movement, he got up and staggered towards the stairs.
“Arrgkh.” Alan groaning. His head is getting more painful. He kept going, half closed.
Bruk! His hand reached for the door. Gripping tightly to the door handle. Back to the wall. A cold sweat lingered all over his body.
Kreeks!
The sound of the door he opened.
Alan blinked his eyes and tried to observe the conditions before him, the scene blurred and slightly swayed as a result of his staggered head.
Oh. It turns out he's misguided. The goal was to go to the room, but what was now in front of his eyes was the terrace and the spacious yard of his house. Alan remembered, he had not yet climbed the stairs.
After trying to control himself, Alan then walked up to the stairs and treaded it hard, the pain in his head completely rendered him helpless.
To get to the room, he needed quite a long time. She did not find Anna in the room, she did not know where the woman was. Alan did not want to think about many things in his head. He just wanted to throw his body into the bed and sleep.
His body was lying face down on the mattress, the shoes were still attached to his feet, the suit was not removed either. His appearance was still the same when he came out. His hair was a little messy due to his hands squeezing hair several times.
Alan just wants to fall asleep, sleep forever if aperlu. The pain in his head had really made him resigned. But one thing that became his inner burden, Anna and Azzam. If he left the world, who would he leave Anna and Azzam to?
Darkened.
***
That afternoon, Alan slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a king-size mattress on his side that was clad in a blanket. His body was in the same blanket. The atmosphere of the room was completely silent.
His eyes were fixed on the clothes he was wearing. White t-shirt on his body. Then he took off the blanket and looked at the pants he was wearing. The trousers have changed into knee-length pants.
Alan sat down and looked around. The window curtains were opened wide until the sun from outside looked so bright. Alan nodded, it seemed like he had been asleep for a long time to the point that his body felt aching. The pain in his head has subsided. He could breathe a sigh of relief now.
She squinted for a moment at his neck.
The clement!
There was a bathroom door in a swivel, then Anna came out of the bathroom. The movements of Alan's seeping hand stopped looking at Anna who was sauntering with a towel wrapped around the body, wet hair was long after shampooing.
Alan's eye beads watched over Anna's supple, glowing body. Alan swallows saliva. He misses his woman.
Anna looked at Alan. Alan was silent and stiffened looking at that smile. His head was reminded of one thing, he had to be a bad Alan in front of Anna so that Anna would not be so hurt as she left, so that Alan did not return Anna's smile. He displayed a flat expression, even now turning away as if he did not expect Anna.
Unconcerned by Alan's indifferent gaze, Anna stepped closer to the bed with a gurgle.
“Halo, baby! Good morning!” Anna exclaimed happily.
Alan doesn't care. He simply returned his gaze towards Anna with a cold gaze as he felt the tip of the mattress swinging from Anna's knee rising onto the mattress.
Alan's body was cold hot to see the towel that was revealed as Anna advanced on her knees.
Alan could not help but look at the scene before his eyes. Anna was the only woman who left him paralyzed just by staring, how could Alan be strong if this were the case. He even held his breath as Anna was already sitting before him.
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