I'm Not a Seductive Woman
To like does not mean to love

It was getting dark, Kenan had been back home since the afternoon, but he returned to the study to continue the slightly unresolved work. Every weekday, Kenan always comes home on time. At four o'clock in the afternoon, he was usually in this apartment. Although now Hanin is not alone in this apartment when Kenan left to work. However, still he could not linger leaving his wife.

After the incident, Kenan asked the mother to scold Lastri, a waiter who worked at his house to be brought to the apartment, so that when he went to the office, here Hanin was not alone, he said, at once to keep the wife, because for him to lose Hanin that time was for the first and last.

“Hubby.”

Hanin opened the door to her room and brought a small plate containing her creations this afternoon, just as Kenan came home and soon returned to work in her study.

“This is your creation earlier?” ask Kenan.

Hanin nodded and sat down on the sofa right next to the husband. Kenan was relaxing while watching tivi and enjoying the warm tea of the Hanin paste.

Kenan received the small plate from Hanin's hand.

“Cobain yes, By. What's good, no?” hanin asked smiling at her husband.

Kenan stared at Hanin's shining pupils as a response from him. He smiled, because Haanin always made him anxious.

“Everything in you is delicious, dear,” replied Kenan before he ate the cake Hanin made.

“Hmm .. no, just try it first. Come!”

Kenan smiled and put the food in his mouth.

“Eum ... Mamami lusikos,” said Kenan by making a circle on his thumb and index finger upwards.

Sontak Hanin pushed softly on Kenan's chest. “Apaan anyway, already rich ad aja.”

“Truly, Darling. It's really good.” Enthusiastic Kenan stuffed the cake back into his mouth.

‘Totally?” asked Hanin with sparkling eyes.

“Eum ... bwener, darling,” replied Kenan with food that still filled his mouth.

Hanin laughs. He managed to make that cake.

“What is the name of this cake?” asked Kenan after his mouth was no longer full.

“Red velvet cake.”

“Oh. I've eaten this cake, but it's not as good as this, I swear!” kenan raised his two fingers up.

“Ish, you can really dread it anyway.” Hanin continued to raise a smile.

“Maybe if this is better because you made it with love. Aye right?” Kenan pinched Hanin's slightly chubby cheeks.

“Iya, huh. This he made not with love anymore, but with ******.”

“Ih, it's starting to pervert. Naughty!”

Now Kenan pinched both of Hanin's cheeks until the face swayed to the right and left. Kenan had already put down the small plate, because all the cakes that were there had moved into his stomach.

“Because you've dared to be naughty, so it looks like you should get punished first.” Kenan began to approach the wife's body, until Hanin retreated and cornered by the end of the sofa support.

Hanin's body was now lying on the sofa.

“Hubby ..” cried spoiled Hanin, holding Kenan's chest that began to rise and overlap his body.

However, Kenan kept his body propped up so as not to overlap Hanin's round belly.

“Why do I get punished?” ask Hanin annoyed.

“Because you are naughty.”

“And you taught me that I was naughty. Once in a while I want to punish you,” said Hanin.

“OK, with pleasure.” Kenan smiled grinning and stretching himself as if resigned by the desire of his wife to his body, making Hanin laugh.

“Ish, ken ugly. Bummer!

Hanin bit her lips and smiled. He began crawling over the body of the husband and began his wild action.

“I love everything in you, darling.you are truly a special woman present in my life.” Kenan pulled at Hanin's nape and peeked at his forehead, as the wife vigorously spurred enjoyment with a domineering position.

However, this kind of position was what Kenan liked, as he could clearly see Hanin's sexy face and was shrouded in a fog of passion. Really, he really likes his wife, very much.

After a long time on the sofa, Kenan got up and carried his wife. Hanin also sped up by wrapping his legs around Kenan's waist. Slowly, Kenan took his wife to bed and laid her down there with the situation still in unification.

Now, Kenan is taking over, because he sees Hanin is getting tired.

“Now it's my turn, darling. Enjoy yes!” kenan Smiles.

Hanin smiled and nodded. Now he resignedly received a touch that he could never refuse, although initially the touch was an harassing touch. However, his body still always accepted and wanted him again.

After almost two hours of struggling, Kenan finally did the release. As for Hanin, don't ask. She had felt that many times, but her husband did have horsepower, his passion was beyond average.

“By,” call Hanin while looking towards her husband.

“Hmm ..”

Kenan who looks tired after doing activities that drain the energy, but still pull Hanin's body to enter in his arms.

“You are very strong anyway,” said Hanin who now has his head in Kenan's chest.

“Ngga know. Maybe because of your opponent.”

“Masa?” asked Hanin who pretended to be in disbelief as she raised her head to look at Kenan's face.

Kenan's eyes dropped to return the gaze. He smiled and gently stroked Hanin's long hair.

“Totally. I don't know why either? Mine can't be tamed every time I meet you. So without thinking long and out of plan, I decided to marry you by force.”

Hanin laughs. “Once your love to me.” He pointed at himself.

“Iya, so do not try to escape.” Kenan pinched the tip of Hanin's nose.

“Originally you are not naughty, I will not run away.”

“I'm not a bad guy,” said Kenan.

He is indeed not a bad man, precisely Rasti is very proud of his son because Kenan is indeed a son who can be relied on. From childhood to adolescence, Kenan always achieves and never once made Rasti dizzy with the fear of teenagers in general. Even Kenan never played around with women.

“You've never liked women at all?” ask Hanin.

Kenan. “Never.”

“After all?” ask Hanin again.

“Oh, yes. Ever.”

“With whom?” asked Hanin whose face looked serious.

Kenan smiled, because his wife really keypoh.

“With you. Who else?”

Hanin's lips instantly expanded. She widened her ears to know her husband's past. But apparently, Kenan's life is straight.

Hanin immediately tightened his embrace and put his head to sleep on the chest of that field.

“I love you, By.”

“I also love you very much, Darling.”

Kenan did not want to tell me that he used to like Misya. Because for him it is the past and the present are not important. But liking it doesn't mean loving it, does it? The proof is that he was ordinary when Missya married Excel. He still came to the wedding, even being part of the committee that stood to welcome guests at the event.