I'm Not a Seductive Woman
Second punishment

In a minimalist house that is not too big, Gunawan sits on the sofa of his room. He threw out the paper he had originally held and leaned against the back of the sofa. He's massaging his temple. From now on, I don't know why the image of Kiara's face always appears in his brain. Before that, he never thought about his wife. Don't think about it, just care about it.

But tonight, the room looked quiet. Usually there is always the sound of Kiara chattering without her asking or asking her what she wants to eat? Drink what?

Gunawan deliberately brought some documents home, so that there is something he does if he is lonely.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

The aunt knocked on Gunawan's room. Then Gunawan stood up and put his foot in the door. He opened the door slowly and saw the Aunt standing in front of him with a tray of food and drink.

“This, sir. Dinner is.”

Gunawan watered the tray. “Iya, Bi. Thank you.”

Gunawan deliberately asked the Aunt to bring the dinner to the room, because he felt increasingly lonely if eating in the dining room alone.

It is true what people say, the presence of a person will be felt if it is no longer together. Without Gunawan realizing it, he felt this way. Without realizing it, he had missed his wife, longing for Kiara's presence in this house.

Gunawan took his phone. Then, he saw Kiara's social media, it turns out Kiara had just posted Kiara-style dock docking noodles that she often made for Gunawan when they were still together, with the caption “ recently ate a soup tom yam made by my super delicious Mammiku, uh now it's laper again. Welcome to.”

Gunawan stared at the food Kiara posted, as it was his favorite food. Gunawan often reques this food at night with cold air. He wanted the food, instantly drooling almost to see the picture.

“Si*l.” Umpat Gunawan, because he realized that he wanted more food that Kiara posted compared to the food in front of him.

Yes, like that man, always wants what he does not find and is not grateful for something he has found. Just like Kiara, Gunawan is never grateful to have a beautiful wife, rich, and love her sincerely even though it started the wrong way. He wanted someone else he couldn't find.

Gunawan took a rough breath. He got up and grabbed his jacket, as well as the car keys. He wants to go to the club to relieve his fatigue and loneliness.

“Bi, I came out.” cried Gunawan when he was below and was about to get out of the house.

He entered the car and was silent for a moment. Apparently, tonight the lazy more dominating. He got out of the car and went back into his house.

“Loh, not so out, sir?” ask the aunt who just locked the door.

“Ngga,” replied Gunawan as he passed the Aunt and went back up the stairs to get into his room.

He threw his body into bed. I don't know what he's feeling right now. However, one is certain. He felt empty.

Meanwhile, in the city of flowers, in an apartment that is also not too big, but quite luxurious, there are two people who are still struggling in the sweat. The apartment, which only has one room, is in the middle of a hot scene. The heat scene the umpteenth time. However, according to Kenan, this is only a second sentence for his wife that often makes him upset.

Kenan's game grew longer, softer and back intoxicating Hanin. Although Kenan was upset and wanted to punish his wife, but he could not. He again punished his wife with a gentle union.

“Eum .... Ah, Ken.” Hanin moaned as the part of hers continued to be rained down by the husband.

Kenan never seems satisfied to dominate the body, he plans to beat the wife until morning.

“Ken,” call Hanin with contemptuous eyes.

Kenan smiled at Hanin's sexy face, as well as Hanin's erotic-sounding moaning. “Call my name, Honey.”

Hanin bit her lips and felt an overwhelming sensation. This time the sensation is much more extraordinary than before, because before the pain still dominates, while this time it is no longer.

Hanin still serves her husband with maximum energy, because she has just got energy after enjoying her husband's bolognese fusilli. Kenan smiled, as Hanin started replying to all the touches he gave. My wife also enjoyed the game.

“Ken, I arrived,” shouted Hanin who seemed like he was going to blow something up.

“Together, Honey,” said Kenan.

The room bears witness to Kenan's echoing voice and Hanin's erotic voice. They let go of that release together. Kenan collapsed on the wife's body. Both of their breaths were breathless and without Hanin noticing, she hugged her husband's body, grabbed Kenan's head and stroked the hair, as Kenan was exhausted.

Kenan could feel Hanin's heartbeat beating fast with hunting breath. Then, he tried to get up a little. He took off the union and was about to lay his body to the side. However, his eyes wanted to stare at Hanin's face which still looked cute. Hanin was the same, she looked at her husband's face,. They looked at each other without distance and still with gasps. Then, Kenan started to smile and Hanin replied.

“You sleepy?” ask Kenan.

Kenan smiled back. He wanted to say love and thank you, but his mouth felt heavy saying that. Then Kenan's hand lifted and stroked the wife's face. He swept the sweat left on Hanin's forehead and slipped the child's hair that covered a little of Hanin's face behind his ears.

Hanin looked at Kenan's face, the man who had legally become her husband.

“Ken, what did you call me?”

“Which one?” Kenan asked back.

“Tadi.”

“Which one?” asked Kenan again smiling, but he knew very well what Hanin wanted to say.

“Hmm ... What did you call me? Twice.” Hanin displayed both of his fingers right on Kenan's face.

Kenan smiles. “Sayang.”

“Why?” ask Hanin.

“Because I love you,” replied Kenan by still stroking that face.

“What's dear?”

“Sayang you.”

Instantly, Hanin's face flushed red. He was ashamed of what Kenan said. He still feels disbelief, this is like a dream, because his life is like being spinning, who originally hated why so like this?

Suddenly, Hanin tilted her body and turned her back to Kenan.

“Hey, why behind me?’ asked Kenan by pulling on Hanin's plain shoulder.

Hanin shook his head. Meanwhile, behind Hanin's body, Kenan was smiling happily. He knew that his wife was ashamed.

Kenan got up close to Hanin's body and looked over his wife's shoulder. “You're shy?”

“Ish, what the hell?’ Hanin picked up the blanket that covered her body and was about to cover her face. He didn't want Kenan to see his crab-like face.

Kenan laughed at that expression. “My Good's. Funny thing is you, Han.” Kenan pinched the tip of Hanin's nose.

“Aww..” Hanin brushed off Kenan's hand. “Sick Tau.”

Kenan laughed and leaned his head on that plain shoulder.

“Ish, sana bed.” Hanin tried to push Kenan's head against his shoulder.

“I can't sleep.”

“Why?” ask Hanin.

"Still hungry" Kenan replied casually as he stretched his body beside Hanin.

Hanin turned her body and turned her head towards Kenan. "I'm sorry, I ate some of your fossil rations earlier."

Kenan. "Not that." He went back to Hanin and said right in the woman's ear. "I still want to eat you.”

“Ken,” shouted Hanin annoyed as he hit Kenan's chest.

She had just finished her duties as a wife, not to rest but the husband had asked for her right back.

Kenan laughed amusedly. He was happy to upset Hanin.