I'm Not Your Enemy
A good husband

"Take me off" said Amara, rebelling. Amara moved her legs and tried to escape. But Micho would not let him.

"Let go of me, I want to go home." repeated Amara. Micho takes Amara into Micho's room and places Amara's small body there.

"Be quiet, you don't seem okay. Danger if you go home now by driving a car," Micho said as she loosened her tie and took off her suit. Amara seemed worried about Micho. It seems that her husband is doing something.

"What do you care? I don't need your attention Mr. Micho" said Amara.

Micho smiled and then approached Amara. His wife who had looked warm for a few days now seemed to turn cold.

Micho raised Amara's chin and looked at her calmly. He saw clearly Amara's teary eyes. He knew exactly what made Amara like this, the woman who had revealed her heart at that time knew Meta had stolen a kiss from him. Amara sat down and inched back after Micho approached her.

Micho brought her face closer to Amara, leaving only a few centis.

"I don't care either, just wasting time caring about someone as jutek as you are" Micho said. Micho stepped away.

Amara let him, she hugged her knees and lowered her head. With sadness in her mind, Amara's tears flowed. Meta's shadow kissing Micho made him sick. A few days ago he was determined to try to forget, in fact his heart was unable to do.

Now Amara must feel the pain of love clapping one hand. Feel the pain of loving and unrequited. Yes, Amara realized that love is still there even though it has been a long time. His heart still felt the same love as the first time seeing Micho's handsome face.

"Cry, if it makes you feel relieved" Micho said.

Amara was silent, but she knew it was Micho's voice. Maybe she can't leave Amara alone. Amara stood up, almost setting her foot, but Micho pulled her hand.

"Stay here,"

Amara did not heed Micho's words, she pulled her hand and walked away from Micho. Micho got up from her seat, walked over to Amara then carried Amara again and walked back to where she was. Amara was surprised, she swung her leg.

"Down me, put me down!" snapped Amara.

"I'll drop you off, if you sit back down" Micho said.

Amara who was in the middle of emotions really could not control herself. He jumped and came down from Micho's sling. Amara slapped Micho in the face. Micho instantly held onto her hot-looking cheek. Her net looked towards Amara who was now in tears.

"Stop this Micho, I know my position. I'm nothing more than a friend to you, I know." snapped Amara. Micho fell silent, watching Amara still speaking at length.

"Don't let me get hurt any deeper because of you. When you treat me like this, it's the same way you play me Micho. Wouldn't I ever say that if I was a stupid woman for falling in love with a mortal like you, I beg you not to torture me any deeper,,,"

"Cup,"

Micho snatched their tiny red lips that had moved on her. Amara is shocked to get an impromptu attack from Micho. His heart that was hot and emotional seemed to get a warmth that made him feel comfortable.

Micho deepens her kiss, channeling a tempestuous desire in her mind. Micho made a small bite and Amara opened her mouth. Micho feels the sweet lips of Amara who always teases her. Micho's lips crawled in, Amara looked at Micho's very handsome face.

Amara pushes Micho as she starts to lose her breath. Micho took off that hot kiss. They look at each other.

Silence, no words were able to come out of the mouths of the two. Only the hunting breath was heard. Amara closed her eyes. Tears drenched his cheeks. Micho rubbed Amara's cheek.

"What after some time we've been friends do you want anything else?" micho asked while looking at Amara. Amara just kept quiet not to reply Micho.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant" Amara replied. Micho let out a long sigh, silencing Amara for a day was like a month. Actually he also felt something was missing if silence Amara.

"I'm sorry" Micho said. Micho rubbed Amara's cheek gently. Amara looks pias. Why does he feel selfish and as if asking Micho to love him.

Amara put her foot out. Micho pulls Amara's hand. Amara stopped her steps and stood in front of Micho and looked at Micho with her shady eyes.

"Give me a chance, I'll learn to be a good husband for you" Micho said. Micho smiled and held both of his wife's cheeks. Amara looked at the usually cold handsome face that now looked warm.

"Micho, me," Amara tried to control her heart. Not yet fully spoken, again Micho grabbed Amara's lips.

"No protest, no more protest? Then I'll kiss you again" Micho said.

"Learn to be a good wife from now on, I will do the same" Micho said. Amara closed her eyes feeling the heart pounding.

"O yes. One more thing" Micho said. Amara looked at Micho as if to ask, what?

"Call me, Mas. Don't call me Micho anymore" Micho said, then put on her suit again. Amara looked silent. Mas's? How could he call like that?

Micho stepped away, smiling at her lips. Her mood returned well after getting a kiss from Amara's lips.

"Want to eat now, Boss?" ask Damar who was waiting on the front sofa. Micho smiled and shook her head slowly.

"Remove, I'm full." Micho replied. Damar scrunched his forehead and glanced at the food on the table that was still intact.

"Eat what?" asked Damar while looking towards Micho who was beaming.

"Eating rujak," 😂😂😂.

Damar looked confused, but tried not to bother with Micho's words.

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Forgive the author who long up his yes.. will always try the spirit even though faced with the busyness in the real that can not be left..😂