It Turns out There's Love
67 - ACCIDENTAL KISSING

Do you know writing is not easy?

It drains time, energy, mind and also robs the sleep schedule.

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I honestly noticed that most readers were stingy..🤥

I often see in other Author novels as well, they have been hard-earned to write more than 80 episodes even more than 100 episodes but that gives 5 stars only 20 people, he said, 10 People, only 6 people...

Really too....

Try if that position happens to you, how does it feel? Did you cape2 wrote hundreds of episodes but who gave 5 stars only 10 people, while who read more than 200 people? Not comparable, right? 🤧

Kasian yes sometimes the same Author, they are hard-earned to write tp no support from the reader...

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And please find another novel that is more interesting to read...

Sin you know read hundreds of episodes of people's work but do not want to give support...

I don't like stingy readers...🙏

Because I write Chapter by Chapter it's not easy...

Not just any writing, just directly so, not that...

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Zafira's own smile looked at Fariz's face, which to him was very funny, could sleep that comfortably in a place that should not be used as a bed. He had not yet removed the fingers from the man's hair. Still rubbing it slowly.

Without Zafira realizing it, apparently he had begun to forget his sadness and heartache to Ronald. The painful incidents that happened yesterday, little by little began to erode. Last night, his attention was distracted by Fariz by his side. Since last night in this room, until this dawn, the person in front of his eyes was only Fariz. Before his eyes closed and after the eyes opened again after sleeping, the man's face was the first one he saw. Fariz was also the one who last night became a loyal listener and became the place to shed all the anger and inflamed burdens in the heart. Fariz was also patient, willing to accommodate all his anger to make his heart gradually improve and much calmer.

Fariz's body seemed to move. Initially curled to the left side facing Zafira, it now became supine. Zafira was startled and reflexively pulled a hand from the man's head. He did not want to, Fariz to see that since then he rubbed his thick hair. Not long after, Fariz's eyes opened slightly and immediately focused on the face in front of him.

Fariz rubbed his eyes. Apply repeatedly, staring at the pretty face sitting on the floor.

"Hi, good morning" Zafira said, smiling warmly to her husband.

The girl wanted to comfort Fariz, who last night had shown her a cold attitude, when she got out of bed and moved to sleep on the sofa. This morning he wanted to make sure if Fariz was angry with him over last night?

"Good morning," the man's voice still sounded hoarse as he continued to stare at Zafira unblinkingly. She still wears a thick blanket that covers her body to her chest.

Suddenly Zafira's feelings calmed down. Fariz answered her good morning. It meant that the man was not angry with her. He got more excited to talk to her and teased her a little.

"You look so good" the girl continued, noticing Fariz's face which looked a little cut out but did not diminish her good looks.

"Yes, I feel good sleeping on this sofa, it turns out to be soft as well" Fariz said smiling as he tucked the blanket to the chest.

"Good then. That means you'll sleep here forever. There was no need to move to the bed anymore," Zafira poked out a joking tongue.

"No. I don't want to keep sleeping here. Although this sofa is quite soft, but still not as comfortable and free as in the mattress. I still want to sleep in bed with you" Fariz said honestly expressing his wish, without any shame.

"Yes can. But not now," replied Zafira giving a breath of fresh air.

"Keep when?" asked Fariz quickly.

"Later. Can't wait for you" said Zafira laughing, holding out a hand touching Fariz's nose and then squeezing it hard enough.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Fariz rubbed his nose, which hurt his wife.

Zafira did not answer. She just chuckled at her husband's nose which looked flushed like a clown's nose. After feeling satisfied laughing at Fariz, the girl again said.

"You're not mad at me?" now that his countenance turned serious, the laughter that had been decorating his lips gradually disappeared.

A few hours ago, Zafira thought, Fariz must be angry with her for telling her to get out of bed.

"angry? Because what?" asked Fariz frowned.

Fariz pretended not to understand. But he understood very well, what was the meaning of the wife's question. Last night his heart did not accept Zafira's attitude towards him. But when he woke up, found Zafira in front of him with a warm smile and say good morning to him, immediately make his feelings flowery and then forget the attitude of Zafira who had upset him.

"Because I told you to sleep on the sofa," Zafira let down the tone of her voice.

"No. I'm not angry because of that" Fariz took both hands out of the blanket and folded them over the chest.

Smile again expands at the corner of Zafira's lips. He was relieved to hear Fariz's reply. At least today their relationship is still going well. Despite the fact that last night, she had upset her husband, asking him to sleep separately.

"Thank you, you're good. That's one of the reasons why I've wanted to be friends with you all this time,"

Fariz nodded with a smile. His gaze still could not be seen Zafira. Although Zafira's attitude impressed still keep a distance with him but Fariz still feel happy because Zafira's attention to him did not diminish in the slightest. At least he still had hope of breaking the girl's heart one day.

"When you wake up, you still look beautiful" Fariz praised Zafira. His eyes swept across his wife's face.

The man's hand stretched out to touch Zafira's left cheek. Gently wrap. Zafira was stunned for a moment and was unable to speak. He simply fell silent, letting Fariz touch him and not keeping his face out of the hand let alone intending to ban him. He didn't want to refuse, because if he did that, Fariz would definitely feel offended. The girl had already decided, would not forbid Fariz to touch the area of her body if it was still within normal limits. That way, it was possible that the seed of love would soon grow in his heart. He had promised himself to learn to love Fariz, as the advice of his mother who always stuck in his head.

"I want every morning when I wake up from sleep, the first person I see, that's you, that's you" Fariz said, staring gently at the bead in the girl's eyes without letting go of the touch on the skin of the face, rub it slowly over and over again with your thumb.

"Alright, I'll do it" Zafira smiled, nodding, giving an answer that must have made Fariz very happy.

"Really?," Fariz's face became radiant.

"Yes right," Zafira took Fariz's hand still on her cheek, then grabbed it.

Fariz gasped to see his hand was already in the girl's grasp.

"Wakeup. Do you want to keep lying down? Don't you want to pray in congregation with me?" asked Zafira standing up from the floor, pulling Fariz's hand to get up from the sofa immediately.

Fariz's cunning brain worked quickly. He purposely held his body from lifting and slightly pulled Zafira's hand towards him. Zafira, unaware of Fariz's cunning, continues to pull Fariz's hand harder with the intention of telling Fariz to get up from where he lay. It feels very heavy lifting the man because his body is classified as high and sixpack.

A wife like Zafira must be taught a lesson in a cunning way because otherwise she will continue to avoid her husband. And with his cunning, Fariz deliberately pulled Zafira's hand with a slight bang.

Zafira's body looks dazed. Both knees were bent on the sofa. He was still trying to survive on the lip of the sofa using his knees so as not to fall into Fariz's body but free, his strength was not strong enough to withstand the pull of Fariz's hand.

"Brugh"

Inevitably, Zafira falls on the body of the husband. And the girl's lips were right on Fariz's forehead. Fariz was also shocked. He makes a tantrum but he himself becomes nervous. But he did not feel regret doing that crazy thing, because in that way, he could take the opportunity to come into contact with Zafira. Fariz could feel Zafira's soft lips kissing her forehead. More precisely not to kiss but to kiss, it was because it was not accidentally.

Fariz felt his heart stop beating as Zafira's body was above him. Moreover, the fragrant aroma spread from the girl's body, making her feel in the middle of the flower garden, really fragrant and soothing the niche of the soul. Fariz was eager to hug the girl in her arms and kiss the whole fragrance on her body until it was no longer there. But it's impossible to do. Zafira must not be ready to accept it.

Zafira's neck was directly above Fariz's nose. The man smelled a fragrant scent gushing from the wife's neck. Not wasting a chance, he immediately sipped on that scented scent. Inhaling deeply. How sweet Zafira's body was. Though his nose is not attached to the skin of Zafira's neck but the aroma of fragrance has been very piercing sense of smell. Makes Fariz's heart more uncertain. His breath began to hunt.his blood rippled and churned vibrating chest cavity. Zafira could feel Fariz's breath warm up all over his neck, making his hair stand up.

Zafira rubbed his neck with one hand to relieve the tingling caused by Fariz's breath that was heard hunting. He also painstakingly lifted his lips that were still attached to the forehead of the husband.

Fortunately, the blanket worn by Fariz was quite thick and still covered up to his chest, so that Zafira's chest was not attached directly to the husband's chest. Zafira felt grateful, still protected by the thick object. Because behind the negligee, she's not actually wearing a bra.

In order to avoid anything crazier, Zafira quickly lifted the body from above the man's body. He stood up to fix the negligee, tugging it to his knees. After which, his eyes stared unblinkingly at the man who was still lying on the sofa.

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