I'm Not Your Enemy
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Amara looked panicked. His heart pounded violently as Micho's face drew closer.

“Please serve me, Ra” pinta Micho. Amara clutched the strong bad cover and inched backwards.

"Never now, Mas," said Amara, looking a little worried and scared, Amara bit her lower lip, adding to her 360-degree cuteness. Micho frowned and stood up straight. He couldn't stand the cute face of his beautiful wife, there was a second life waking up that was down there. Micho stifles desire by staying away from Amara.

"So you let me stay naked like this? I'm cold, Ra. Get Rafa's clothes, don't you know I didn't have time to bring a single shirt" Micho said, rubbing her hair. Amara widened her eyes, she thought Micho was asking for her right. Amara closed her eyes trying to shake off the wild fantasies that emerged from her brain.

"OK, Mum. I thought I should be served by the others" said Amara, descending from her bed with a smile. Micho observed his wife's movements that looked more beautiful while wearing a bright green nightshirt with a picture of the keropi. A smile rose from Micho's lips.

"This, wear. There's some clothes for you,"

Amara brought some paperbags to Micho and handed them over. Micho accepted it and smiled faintly.

"Since when have you been paying attention like this to me?" tanyanya while wearing a navy color t-shirt that fits on her body.

"Mama who bought it after home from Kak Raka." replied Amara. Micho looked happy, her mother-in-law was so dear to her. He walked into the dressing room and put on the knee-length shorts Amara gave him.

Moments later, Micho came out of the dressing room. He didn't see Amara in the room. Micho steps up and heads to the balcony where Amara is.

Amara's sparkling eyes revealed a deep happiness where she found Micho walking towards her. His view does not change from the man who is now in front of him.

"Am I very handsome? Why look at me like that, hem?" micho asked while putting both hands in his pants pocket. He stood in front of Amara who looked up at him. Amara averted her gaze trying to hide the red hue that was clearly visible in her eyes.

"Why so narcissistic?" amara said while holding a smile on her lips. Micho smiled and observed the beautiful face that was only 2 feet away from her.

"Narcissists are not forbidden. I'm narcissistic to my own wife anyway" Micho said. Amara looked up and observed the clean and handsome face yet, a little bruised it. Again he had to blush in embarrassment as Micho raided and looked at him.

"Mas, your wound I'd better treat," Amara looked at Micho's hand in her pocket.

"This is no longer papa," Micho refused as she took her hand out of her pocket and showed it to Amara.

"Related?" ask Amara relax. He advances his body and observes Micho's hand. Amara looked up and coincided with Micho who almost looked down, so the two stared at each other and created awkwardness.

Amara took a few steps back and stared at the sky which was still lowering the speck of rain.

"Don't look at me like that, Mommy. I'm ashamed" Amara said as Micho stood beside her. Micho looked at the rain that was soothing to her heart and smiled.

"You know, there's a deep regret in my heart" Micho said, his eyes still on the rain. Amara turned to Micho and noticed the handsome man.

"More precisely sorry for refusing marriage to you. If you know that it's comfortable next to you like this, I'll never refuse." Micho said.

"I think you're overreacting" said Amara.

"I don't feel that way. I'm serious" Micho said. He rubbed the smooth cheeks of Amara. looked at the beautiful eyes that were able to calm his heart.

"Since when have you been good at combating, Mas?" ask Amara. His heart was like a marathon staring at Micho's fresh and handsome face.

"Since I met you" he replied casually. Amara closed her eyes. Hiding her beautiful twinkle of eyes that radiates happiness.

Micho slowly approached Amara, looking warmly at the beautiful face that always makes her heart pound.

Amara was silent, her blood seemed to stop. Amara returned the warm gaze of the figure she missed.

Micho rubbed Amara's smooth cheeks. Amara felt the heat spreading on her body. Makes a sense of feeling that is difficult to explain. Like an electric shock that makes his heart seem to stop beating."

"I'm into duku mas. It was night, it seemed that I was already very sleepy," said Amara nervously, then stepped her legs.

However, with a quick movement Micho drew Amara's hand . Make that pretty girl stuck in her place. Amara stopped, again she felt an irregular heartbeat.

Amara turned her head and turned her body then looked towards Micho.

"Where are you? Just here, accompany me," asked Micho.

Amara fell silent, a sense of tightness bursting into her chest. Micho slowly approached, rubbing the top of his wife's head.

Micho clutched Amara's body. Amara shed tears, feeling the same happiness and haru in her heart.

Amara froze. She was really happy, longing that was passionate as if lost because of her husband's gentle treatment. Micho wiped Amara's tears.

Micho lifted Amara's chin. The two looked at each other deeply, seeing Amara's rancid lips create a stirring taste in Micho's heart. He recalled how sweet Amara's lips could make him fall asleep.

Slowly Amara put her hand around Micho's neck. Micho is getting less and less in control of herself. There was a stirring urge of desire when he found that tantalizing face very close to him. The two stared at each other in the shade, getting deeper and deeper.

Micho began to draw her face closer to Amara, slowly, slowly Micho tilted her face. Amara's body began to stiffen and heat up. The urge for strange desires made both of them not want to stay away. Eventually, their lips meet.

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