I LOVE YOU, ABOUT ODY
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🌸Pov Nada🌸

I force my heavy foot out of the house that has been a silent witness to the loss of my crown. Am I sorry? No, no, for om Ody, to please her, there was never a word of regret in my heart.

Although what he has done to me makes my whole body feel crumpled, especially in the inner core. Grinding, pain and pain. I don't know if this is normal?

I'm just a freshly touched young girl in bed. Although I have studied biology or reproduction, the theory and practice are different.

The shadow of Om Ody who was so crazy last night flashed again in my imagination. I realized I was handing over my precious possession to her who thought I was a Valencia aunt.

"It's okay. Origin of happy. The grieving origin of om erased walo only last night. It's all better than Nada having to see om as ruined as that."

I left this morning when the sun hadn't greeted me. I don't want Ody to wake up and be disappointed to see that I'm next to him, not Valencia aunt. That's why I can't sleep.

Last night crying in his arms made my eyes wink. I'm exhausted after last night's scene. I'm sleepy too. The crumbs I feel.

In this case, what's so good about having sex? Just painful. Why would anyone be so willing to lose their home just to find pleasure in bed? Why would anyone buy belain services that offer pleasure.

Though I did not feel it at all, but I did not deny there is a sensation that is able to make me feel my body feels light when something urgent is released. That's all as far as I can remember.

The rest, it's just sore and wet. To this day I still feel my bottom wet. It looks like the liquid********** om Ody melted out. Makes me have to find a toilet to wash it first as soon as the cab that took me to this terminal arrived.

I cleaned myself up thinking, Am I going to get pregnant because of this liquid? If I'm pregnant, how?? What will my fate, my life, my future, and my baby be?? How, How, How, and how.

Ah,, I'm far away from thinking like that.

I only did it once with Ody. The possibility of getting pregnant is very small considering I am not in fertile period. Besides, wasn't Ody sentenced to barren?

I'm sorry, um, not to demean you, but at least in this way I don't have to worry too much.

I'm not going to get pregnant!! My future will be fine. Regardless of the affairs of the heart that still do not want to be invited to compromise this. I don't know if I'm going to get married or not. I've been tarnished and actually I don't want to give the others a chance to touch me either.

It's not that I'm afraid of being labeled a woman not right, it's not that I'm afraid other men will be disappointed in me when I know I'm not a virgin, but I don't want to share it. What I gave to you, I just want you to be first and last.

Just om,,, just,,,

The bus that was going to take me to the city where my campus was located had already sped up. There I tried to close my eyes. Resting the brain and body for a moment. Before making any changes and taking a big decision when I arrive in my city.

🌸Pov Ody🌸

The morning sunlight barged into my room through the open curtain slit. The light is able to penetrate my eyelids that are still closed. So blinding that it forced my eyes open even though it was still half squeaking.

I must have been bad luck waking up but luckily today I don't need to go to the office in the morning. I asked for permission to enter for half a day today. I was afraid of getting drunk and it turned out to be true.

My head still feels heavy. Dizziness. I tried to close my eyes so I could gather my consciousness. Stringing together the scattered pieces of memory.

The first thing I remember is Valencia, my lady.

I smiled to myself and felt so stupid for making it my wild fantasy medium last night. I know that can't be. Valencia won't give up on me. He always rejected me who was weak.

My mind flashed remembering the piece of paper my old client gave me yesterday. I remember him saying only until last night he would use the services of Valencia. That means this morning, my Valencia is empty.

Should I call him and pay him?

Crazy,, this is crazy. Our last divorce trial was in sight but I was like this. My mind's slovenly. Filled with fantasy and bi*rahi. I was also suddenly confused about whether I should divorce her. Can't we sit together and talk from heart to heart??

There is no harm in trying, right? Who knows his heart is breaking and he wants to re-knit the happiness circuit with me. With Nada too,,,

Nada???

My little girl, the, uh, memory pieces about her last night are starting to get clearer. I remember I picked him up at the bar because I was drunk. Then he took me home. Take me to this room and I fantasize.

"Where is he? She must be sad to see me like last night. I have to see him. He must have been waiting for me below." I muttered immediately hurriedly.

The thought of Valencia faded away as I remembered and thought about the feeling of my little girl. I was sibak blanket disturbing but I was astonished to see my own condition behind the blanket.

I'm not dressed at all,,,, I,,,

I'm thinking hard. Wasn't I just hallucinating last night? It wasn't real. But why am I without this outfit? Is that how I got drunk?? Until I open all my clothes myself?

Then why is this bed sheet so messy? I'm not the kind of guy to worry about. As much as possible, my bed is neat. But this morning, Random, it's like this. This isn't me. I was really too drunk last night.

Just about to get up, I feel my private part feels a little pain at the end. My habit after having sex is like that. There will be a little pain at the end of the circle.

But then again that last night was just an illusion, Cook the hell did I really do it?? With who? By what? Pillow bolsters??

All right, I'll check, if it's true that my bi*jaw is coming out, there's gonna be a sign on my bed. I took out my thick blanket and then threw the originals on the floor. I checked my pillow and my bolster if there were any traces of my liquid in there. I have to wash it anyway.

I didn't find any traces of liquid, but there were only a few strands of hair there.

Whose hair? All this time? Certainly not my hair? Not Valencia, not Valencia, just brunettes.

Then this, who's it??

My head throbbed again as the shadow of my little girl with her long hair flashed,,,,

I closed my eyes. Expel all possible shadows that occurred last night.

No way!!! I have to go see him and ask him,,,,, I,,,,

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