I'm Not Your Enemy
Uneasily

"Amara," he muttered softly, his heart a little claustrophobic about the name, Mikho snatched his car keys and walked outside the bar.

Micho glanced at the watch that showed at 22:00. I don't know what's on his mind. Micho feels anxious and wants to get home soon, hoping that the woman who always makes her upset is there.

"Shitt" said Micho when she found traffic signs suddenly red. A few minutes made his blood boil. The rumbling in his chest seemed to make him even more crowded. A few minutes later, the signs turned green.

Micho gas his car and cut through the quiet streets, at a high speed.20 minutes passed, Micho arrived in front of the house and did not find the car that Amara was carrying. Micho closed her eyes.

"Damn, where does that cheap woman not exist. Just bother." gritted inwardly, then stuck the gas his car back.

Radit, who was sitting in front and was deliberately waiting for Amara, seemed agitated. He crooked from his seat and followed the direction Micho drove.

The time is 21:00 and Micho has yet to find Amara. Micho stops her car on the side of the road, grabs her cell phone and suppresses the name of a cheap woman. Several times it rang and there was no reply from the owner. Micho let out a long sigh and rubbed her face violently.

"Shitt," he swore while hitting the steering wheel of a car. Micho grabs her phone again and calls Damar's phone.

"Hello boss, what's wrong?" ask for voices in the room.

"Damar, tell me where my car is" Micho said, looking emotional. Damar scrunched his forehead trying to digest Micho's words.

"Did your car disappear?" ask Damar.

"Don't ask a lot, say it right now" Micho said somewhat snappingly.

Damar opened several apps on his phone and told him where Micho's car was. Micho breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he seemed to take off a big burden when he found out Amara was in a safe place.

With feelings starting to improve, Micho gas his car to the address of the apartment sent by Damar.

Moments later, Micho arrives in a towering apartment building. At 00:30, Micho called Amara's contact again, this time answering her call.

Tone pacing here and there, while glancing at Amara who was still unconscious. Not long after that someone knocked on the door. Tone immediately stood up and opened the door.

Micho stood quietly, Nada observing Micho in a Navy suit.

"You want to stay here?" ask Micho a little cynical. Thin smiling tone.

"I'm going home to my apartment, Mr. Micho. Titip Amara, don't hurt him." said Nada. Micho only smiled at her faint smile. Tone stepped away, Micho locked the door and stepped towards Amara's room.

Micho stepped slowly, her hands outstretched to open the door of the room. Micho stared at Amara who was fast asleep. A soft sigh rang out in Micho's ear. Micho approaches and observes every inch of Amara's face.

Micho's heart sped faster as his hands gently rubbed his wife's pretty face, Micho's blood began to heat up, there was a hard to explain taste that began to take hold of his heart. Shit, this really bothered Micho's mind. Micho fixes Amara's blanket sagging downward. Micho squatted down, there was an alcoholic scent that she smelled.

No longer fixing the blanket, Micho now opens the blanket. The truth is that the aroma of alcohol is more pungent in his nose.

"What makes you this way?" inner Micho.

"Based on cheap women, this may have been the umpteenth time to do this" he grumbled.

Micho picked up a pajama suit that was on the walk in closet. Micho closed her eyes.

"Why do I care about him" Micho argued. Micho brushed off any sense of raging in her chest. With all his tenderness Micho changed the clothes of the woman who is now legitimate to be his wife.

Micho felt a strange sigh reigning over her heart, as her hands touched Amara's cotton-white delicate skin. There was a strange hissing that ran through his veins and blood stream. Shit, why is it always like this if he sees Amara? Micho immediately completed his activities he did not want to be complacent with what he felt at this time.

After finishing changing clothes Amara Micho took off her suit. Now that he only wears a shirt, Micho breaks herself down next to Amara. I don't know, what magnet makes him feel comfortable and calm while sleeping next to Amara. Micho closed her eyes, wrapping her firm hands around Amara's waist possessively.

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