
"I'm sick" the message Nana reads, who else sent it if not Rama.
"Ah so spoiled, why not go to the doctor" said Nana lazy. In the past Rama did not want to be close to him when sick, even Rama chose to move rooms instead of being treated by him, even to stay at home mama Silvi. "But now instead of calling me, no one - who's in his house, he's alone. ah. very annoying"
With a shaky step he exits the house on his motorcycle to buy porridge and a dehumidifying drug, he thinks Rama must be feverish.
After getting what he was looking for Nana immediately slid to Rama's house. He opened the gate and parked his bike.
After knocking on the door, there was no word from within. Nana tries to open the door that turns out to be unlocked, steps inside and then closes the door again.
Nana searches for the person who sent her the message, but the one she is looking for is invisible. Stepping toward the kitchen and put the package he brought, then took the plate for the porridge he had bought earlier.
Looking at Rama's room for a moment, he hesitated to enter, but there was no other choice.
"Mas. Rama was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Nana stepped closer, stopping right beside her.
"Mas." he called, but Rama did not open his eyes, and Rama fell asleep.
Nana put the porridge and medicine on the nightstand, she also brought drinks for Rama to take medicine.
Nana stretched out her hand to touch Rama's forehead. Heat.
"Mas... get up first" move a little Rama's body. Rama was faithful in his sleep.
He looked at Rama for a while, then sat down on the edge of the bed, slightly bringing his waiah closer.
Deg
As soon as Rama opened his eyes making Nana surprised spontaneously he pulled his body, but suddenly Rama pulled his nape, Rama also raised his head to reach the lips that he so longed for it.
Rama had been awake since the door of his room was open. He pretended to sleep until he felt movement in his bed. His memory glared far away as Nana sat on the edge of the bed, the shadow of their hot activity used to revolve in her brain. Although his brain pain can still be perverted.
As Nana approached him she felt that there was an opportunity to vent her longing. Rama gave an******a small* on the lips that make it opiate. He received no rejection nor did he get any reply. A few seconds later Rama released his pagutan.
A surprised Nana can't do anything even though she doesn't reply but she also enjoys her ex-husband's kiss.
Uh, isn't this wrong. They are not in any relationship. I miss this kiss.
Nana moved away from Rama, then stood up, stepped out of the room she was unable to look at the man who was staring at her.
"Don't go.... Sorry.. "prevent Rama to make Nana step stopped.
Nana was still glued, to make a dagger was heavy. He stepped back and held the doorknob but the door was not yet open Rama stopped him again with his words.
"Please bribe me, I haven't eaten, you brought food right? " he asked the woman who was leaving her room because of her actions.
Nana breathed heavily and turned to look at Rama who looked pale.
That time when kissing me didn't seem to hurt, why it hurts again.
He moved back towards Rama. Without speaking he sat down on the bed and took porridge on the nightstand. Staring at the man who looked weak and then fed him the porridge he bought before going to Rama's house.
A few minutes later the porridge in his hand was just his plate.
Pain but his appetite is still good, until the porridge runs out unceremoniously.
Rama felt slapped in his heart, he did not want to be treated Nana when sick even he said it directly.
After taking the medicine Rama lay back on the bed.
"May I hold you for a moment" she asked after breaking her body, Nana pulling her blanket over her stomach.
"We're divorced" said Nana flat. After the kiss, he wanted to get out of there.
"Just for a moment, if your sick mama always hugs me and when uni I can't ask her to hug me" lied Rama, he was just looking for a chance. Though if sick he never asked Mama Silvi to hug him.
Nana seemed to think, she hesitated to do so.
Should I hold her, if I refuse why do I feel sorry.
"Well, here I hug" Nana finally agreed. He spread his hands to Rama.
Rama just stared at his ex-wife's hand. " I'm sick, I can't hold you, lie down so I can hold you"
"No. You want to take a chance, your brain is so perverted, I want to go home" said Nana.
"I'm in pain what can I do to you, my body is limp, my head is dizzy" Rama said, holding his head.
He forgot to kiss me.
Forced Nana to agree Rama's request, I don't know why he was so easy to accept Rama's request.
Nana got on the bed and lay down next to the man who still looked handsome with his pale face.
Just like vampire Edward.
He was about to hug Rama but the man hugged him first with Nana's body facing him.
They look at each other. Rama brought his face closer to kiss Nana's forehead and then kissed the chewy thing in front of her at a glance.
Cup
His hands hugged Nana. Before long the hand that was just hugging now goes where - where. Nana who felt amused stopped Rama's hand.
"Don't exceed the limit or I'll leave right now" Nana said, stopping the man's hand.
"I'm sorry I got out of control" he said, but he was just trying to find out who would accept his touch. They are still hugging, Nana also feels comfortable with the embrace of her ex-husband that makes her fall asleep. They finally slept together on a bed.
Before long Nana woke up, trying to move her body because she felt short of breath with her hand tightly coiled in her body. Nana rose from her sleep because of nature's call. He stepped into the bathroom in the room.
After completing her natural call Nana washed her hands first, but she wrongly turned the water faucet so that what she opened was a shower on her head. Make her body wet, her clothes wet.
"Ah.... I'm wrong turn, how is this, all wet" there is no way he came out of Rama's house in a wet state, what people say later, for sure it will not be good.
Though the plan is he will leave soon after from the bathroom. He had to take off his clothes and put on the bathroobe in the bathroom.
Nana stepped out of the bathroom. It was as if he heard people talking.