I'm Not a Seductive Woman
To put out thirst in the name of love

As the day wore on, Rasti returned to the Aditama residence accompanied by Shamsudin, gunawan was allowed to be in the same treatment room with his wife and the princess was in a different box and not far from Kiara's bed.

This is all Kenan's request to the hospital. Perhaps, tomorrow morning Kiara is allowed to go home, because she gave birth normally, so it does not take long to stay in the hospital. However, Kiara waited for Gunawan to be allowed to go home, because they wanted to go home together.

“Still, pain?” gunawan asked as they were lying together in the patient's bed.

Gunawan stroked the sensitive part of the wife.

“Ya, still. The seams are still felt,” replied Kiara.

“Thank you for your struggle, Darling.” Gunawan kissed Kiara.

“You alone, how's your head? Does it still hurt?” ask Kiara.

“No, let alone seeing Kayla. I'm getting healthier and it feels like I want to go home soon.”

“But before going home, you still have to check to make sure again that your condition is fine.”

"Yes, that's for sure,” replied Gunawan smiling sweetly towards Kiara.

Kiara looked at her husband and rubbed that face. “Thank you, I didn't expect you to be willing to sacrifice for me.”

“You are also willing to sacrifice for my daughter.” Gunawan took Kiara's palm that was on his face, then kissed the hand.

“Sorry, Ra. Sorry, if I used to be ..”

Kiara immediately covered Gunawan's lips with her index finger. “Do not remember what you used to be. Now we have to walk forward without looking back. Okay.”

Gunawan again raised a smile. “Oke.”

“Ya is asleep.” Kiara had already positioned herself who was sleeping on her back. While Gunawan tilted his body towards the wife while one hand hugged Kiara's stomach a little still distended.

“Until when should I fast?” ask Gunawan slowly.

Kiara looked towards her husband. “Indeed you can already do that? it's not like your head still hurts.”

“Yes anyway, still a little dizzy.”

“Ya already.” Kiara patted her husband's long thigh.

Gunawan laughed too. “Good.” He kissed Kiara's cheek. “Come to sleep, because in the middle of the night you will wake up to breastfeed Kayla again.”

Kiara smiled and obeyed her husband to close her eyes.

In another place. Hanin had just finished cleaning up. Kenan and Hanin arrived at the apartment a few hours ago. Then Kenan who immediately cleaned himself in after the wife. Kenan deliberately asked the mother to stay in the apartment, because they had not occupied this place for long enough.

The two still haven't spoken. Along the way to this apartment, they were still both silent. No one has started talking since they finished eating meatballs at the hospital restaurant.

Kenan looked at Hanin's back, because Hanin was currently looking in the mirror. Hanin gave vitamins to her hair and rubbed her long hair.

Kenan continued to stare at Hanin's open smooth back. I don't think he wants to kiss and eat that body. However, seeing Hanin who was also unwilling to start the conversation first, made Kenan confirm his stance.

After looking in the mirror, Hanin stood up and was about to step his foot closer to Kenan. Kenan lowered his head pretending to read a book, because he knew very well that at this moment Hanin's footwork would be heading towards him.

“Come, Honey! talk to me first,” muttered Kenan. turns out the arrogant attitude of a Kenan is still there.

But Hanin's steps did not stop in front of Kenan. He went straight through Kenan's place sitting on the bed. Hanin approached the door of the room and was about to open it.

Suddenly the selfishness collapsed and Kenan turned towards Hanin who was going to leave him alone in the room.

“Where are you going?” inevitably, Kenan started the conversation first.

“Ke kitchen, I'm thirsty,” Hanin replied casually.

Kenan stood up and followed his wife's steps.

Hanin arrived at the kitchen, followed by Kenan behind him, without a sound. Hanin took the glass, and so did Kenan. Hanin opened the fridge and drank the bottle and poured it into the glass he held and closed the fridge again. While Kenan drank plain water and watched his wife while leaning her body on the marble kitchen set.

Hanin took a sip of the drink, then walked towards the television room. Kenan frowned, apparently Hanin did not return to their room. I don't know, this time Hanin also wanted to be selfish, he was not wanting to give up. Indeed pregnant women his mood goes up and down.

“Loh, why are you even sitting here?” ask Kenan.

“I want to watch tivi, just go to the room and sleep first,” Hanin replied without slipping towards Kenan.

It felt like Hanin was so cold, never had Kenan seen his wife like this. It feels like Kenan's heart is sad. He is outrageous, to silence the wife like this. At the restaurant, it was not entirely the wife's fault. Hanin is a friendly woman. He alone is too possessive.

Kenan sat down right next to Hanin. He deliberately exposed his body to Hanin's body, staring straight at the television screen while pressing the remote to get the show he wanted.

“Why you? From just now shut up.” Ask Kenan.

“You are the one that I am carrying,” replied Hanin with a fixed view pointing towards the television.

“I should be angry, but why did you get angry?” Kenan looked at Hanin's face which did not look at his face.

Hanin was silent and kept pressing the remote. “Ih no good show anyway.” Hanin remained focused on television.

“Ih, what the hell is Ken.” Hanin tried to snatch the remote again.

Hanin is still chasing the remote, until accidentally hugging Kenan's body to get the remote behind his body.

“If people talk again, look at the interlocutor,” said Kenan again.

Hanin took a rough breath and came face to face with the husband. “You're nyebelin.”

Hanin let go of her body leaning against the back of the sofa. He also shifted to be a little away from Kenan.

Kenan smiled at the expression of his wife. It turned out, Hanin could also be selfish. The woman, it turns out, is more powerful to silence herself. Meanwhile, Kenan will not be able to do that, even though he is actually a selfish and arrogant man.

Kenan approached Hanin, until his body was attached to the wife's body. “It turns out you are strong also mediemin me.”

“Depends,” replied Hanin hanging.

“But I can't help you for long, darling.”

Hanin turned to look at Kenan.

“You've been bumming, Ken. Masa’ is so jealous anyway. Keep mediemin me,” he said annoyed.

“That's because I love you so much, dear.”

“But that's not it, Ken.”

“Try me like that, same other women.emang you are not jealous,” said Kenan, make Hanin speechless.

Hanin just pursed his lips. Actually, she was also a jealous woman. Perhaps, he will be jealous to see Kenan talking and joking with other women, even though the jealousy is not visible.

“You're jealous too, right? Because you also love me so much,” said Kenan again.

“Ih, narcissistic.” Sahut Hanin's.

“Narcissistic. Hmm ..” Kenan pressed a little against Hanin's waist with his index finger, making Hanin's body jolt in amusement.

“Ken amused,” cried Hanin in a laugh because Kenan did it over and over.

“Biarin, who told to make people sprained,” said Kenan while laughing.

“Abservice.” Hanin's voice screamed out loud. “Ken Ken ugly.”

They laughed with Kenan's hand which kept tickling his wife.

“Dan, stop! Aaaa... Aw hahahaha..” Hanin laughed and Kenan looked content to judge his wife.

Then, Kenan hugged Hanin's body which was being huffed because of his laughter earlier.

“Ken, really neyebelin hell.” Hanin limp.

“Biarina. That's the first punishment.” Laughing with satisfaction.

“There is a second penalty?” hanin asked, looking at her husband.

“Of course.” Kenan raised his eyebrows.

Hanin went back to limp. He knew the second form of punishment.

“Ken,” call Hanin down.

“What, dear?” Kenan smiled as he prepared the horses to carry his wife and bring her to their place of dispute.

“You're not tired?” asked Hanin who was already in the arms of her husband.

Hanin puts his hand on her husband and tries to negotiate.

“Ngga.” Kenan shook his head while smiling.

“Capek dong," said Hanin, making Kenan turn towards his wife and smile.

“People are not tired, told to be tired.” Kenan also laughed.

“You're tired of needing a break, Ken.” Hanin was still negotiating to be able to go to sleep without the ritual first.

Kenan sat his wife on the bed.

“Yes, I do need a break. And my rest is exploring your body.”

“Because ..” shouted Hanin again.

However, Kenan paid no heed to the shrill sound. He kept his wife's body down and began a long night ritual full of delights. To put out thirst in the name of love.