Kiss The Rain's
A present.

At one in the morning, Jasmine slept curled up on the sofa without a blanket wrapped around her body. For a moment the body squirms, justifying its clearly uncomfortable sleeping position. His breath sounds smooth and occasionally sounds sobbing which is still rarely heard.

After Bryan's departure this afternoon, the thirty-three-year-old woman spent only mourning her fate now. Now the universe has allowed him to knit again the rope that will ensnare him for the rest of his life. Wedding rope. A confusing new game! The two men are linked in Selfishness, Lust and Longing.

I still remember what happened some time ago. Jasmine who changed the destiny of her life, changed the fate of the universe that had circled her life path. Now the woman of two children must be the wife of a young man named Bryan. Many poets say, enjoy your life. It was outlined by the Creator. He said!

The warm touch that Jasmine now often felt, did not even make her heart open. She's just a woman with an open hymen. With the status of the widow who once held in his story. Jasmine is nothing more than a mother with a roaring longing. A woman who has failed, not failed to take care of her husband! Only her husband is stupid and continues to flirt with his ex-lover.

Still vividly remembered in her mind, when her husband within 30 minutes changed everything they had ever tied once turned into a bond that was continuously detached from her grasp. Still he remembered, when Dika willingly shared honey with a woman named Amanda.

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"I'm asleep, sorry I just got home." Bryan continued to gently stroke his wife's blond curls. "Still angry, why sleep on the couch again." He said again while wrapping the blanket on Jasmine's body. The warmth that Jasmine felt, the simple treatment that she was unable to resist. Don't ask Jasmine, obviously she knows Bryan's coming home and talking to her.

The next morning Jasmine woke up first, she saw her sleeping husband curled up with an already irregular blanket. Still with puffy eyes and a stiff body Jasmine walked up to Bryan justifying the blanket and slowly peeked at Bryan's forehead. "I'm sorry." The morning routine is to see the many ornamental leaves that dance wildly over where he breathes. Share the oxygen and tie it back up. Growing and pampering the eyes, waving the leaves invites Jasmine to dance. Ah, dancing. What can dance over the anxiety.

The voice that Jasmine was familiar with made a thin slash in her eardrum. Little biting, Jasmine's body trembled she knew perfectly well who the owner of the wild mouth that was sipping her greedily.

"Morning, go to sleep." Persuade Jasmine while turning her body, embracing her husband's body as well.

"Don't be angry, after this I'll give you a gift." That mischievous mouth started to creep up again on Jasmine's neck, peeling slowly.

"Stop! I haven't had a shower, neither have you. Go back to sleep." Let's Jasmine.

"You really don't want a gift from me?" Bryan asked with a big smile.

"That naughty mouth is really opium, I'd be unlucky." Inner Jasmine.

"What gift?" Jasmine asked looked at Bryan who was still smiling intentively.

"Secret, let's do it first." Bryan's eyes twitched, he again focused his lips on Jasmine's neck. Her hand pulled Jasmine's hand and told her to infiltrate behind her blue boxer. Well the boneless flesh had really stiffened from earlier.

"Do we need to do this every day?" Jasmine asked as her hand continued to give a gentle touch to the boneless flesh that continued to stiffen.

"Hmmm, this is worship." Bryan now carried Jasmine's body and pounced on her as usual.

It was a warm morning, warmer than usual. The heat struggle that two people do now makes the sun look shy to emit light.

"You again, ask again. I miss the little one." Bryan pulled one corner of his lips, if only the shape of his lips will look pink and seductive.

"What the hell, you lied Bry." Jasmine came out from the blanket that covered her innocent body. "Lied." Continue again while picking up his clothes scattered on the floor.

"Bring and make breakfast, after that I'll just give you a gift." Bryan cried when he found Jasmine had entered the bathroom.

After completing the obligation as a wife, now the woman is busy making breakfast in the mini kitchen. There was not much he cooked, only cow's eye eggs and toast. With a glass of chocolate milk as usual. The same menu Jasmine made for her husband.

Bryan who allowed Jasmine to cook was no less enthusiastic. Every night after he completes his dangerous task, he carries a white plastic bag containing Jasmine's groceries. A piece of slalu paper was tucked in Bryan's hand as Jasmine kissed her husband's hand. He smiled and said, As usual." After all, age was no problem for Jasmine. He still respects and knows himself.

"Uuuuw.., my Bryan is handsome, let's have breakfast." Take Jasmine while pulling a chair for Bryan who just arrived at the dining table. "So that's the prize." Jasmine smiled, raising her eyebrows.

"While seducing me?" Bryan showed a face like he was pretending to be sour.

"Not so yeah?" Jasmine is now a pout, her lips pursed if she does not remember her age like a child who sulks asking for snacks on her mother.

"Breakfast first." Bryan smiled as he held onto Jasmine's shoulder, the woman was already busy holding onto her sandwich. Chew it without taste. "I'd be fat if I drank milk every day, had a glass of milk chocolate plus two twins." Bryan smiled brightly, then he sipped a glass of milk with warm chocolate rations this morning.

"Let's be fat, let no one want to be with you." Pekik Jasmine was still with a flat face. No matter the young man in front of him, this was raving about anything.

"Hahaha, you just want me to be yours, huh my woman?" This boy was still fumbling, confirming that he was special in Jasmine's eyes.

"Tau ah, you're lying. Quickly finish your breakfast. And here, buy this when you get home." Jasmine put down a piece of paper with Magic's message writing. One kilo of chicken kampung, pepper powder, spinach leaves, mustard greens, garlic five ounces, shallots too, wheat flour 🔺 blue, do not forget to buy also fruits. Buy a plant too. Don't forget one! The sign of the club is a warning, if you do not want the ration tonight vanished because of a silly mistake. The message ended with an emoticon 🖤 Jasmine.

Jasmine bellowed, Bryan smiled as he kept a piece of paper full of wills into his shirt bag. "Let's get ready, otherwise your gift will be gone." Bryan pulled Jasmine's hand, telling her to follow his footsteps.

"Where are we going?" Jasmine asked, because it was beyond belief. The footsteps were heading towards the ground floor.

"Secret, here's the condition." Bryan waved a handkerchief. "Close your eyes when you're in the car."

"Huhhhhh....." Jasmine exhaled a rough breath. "But I want to see the outside." Jasmine was still whining.

Bryan shook his head, still with a smile that was more sweet than honey. Inwardly "Emak-emak gini nih begged for a bitter pardon."

"We must hurry, before your gift leaves." Tell Bryan to put a handkerchief in Jasmine's eyes. "If you don't argue, I'll give you another gift. And you must like my woman. Trophies." Bryan kissed Jasmine on the forehead and he drove a Jeep Wrangler to make up for her morning commotion on the city streets.