LAMHA AND MR. EL
Darling

Lamha ran up the stairs to get to her room, while the master himself did not want to lose by speeding up his steps.

Sseet!

Hap!

El manages to catch Lamha's hand as she enters the room. Lamha made a revolt without making a sound. El grew furious, even when upset like this, Lamha still did not want to let out her voice. No complaining!

'Is he becoming mute now! why does it seem so expensive! whoop! I don't like being played like this. I'll show you who Libra Graham is!' his mind while holding firmly Lamha's hand.

"Please, then I will release your hand" said Mr. El. Lamha did not budge, he remained in his stance, he did not want to talk to the man who had incised the wound in his heart, would not! while they were pulling each other, Grace's mother came to mediate.

"What is this El, why are you holding Lamha's hand?" ask Grace's mom. Mr. El did not reply and instead stared intently at Lamha, waiting for the woman to make her voice. But unfortunately, Lamha fasted today, she remained silent and instead lowered her head.

"El, answered my mother. And let go of Lamha's hand, you grip her too tightly!" mother Grace's word. Finally, with a heavy heart, Mr. El let go of Lamha's hand.

"Mama just ask the same daughter-in-law of this impolite mother. Teach her to be respectful towards her husband!" said Mr. El with annoyance. Lamha felt her ears were very hot when Mr. El told her to be respectful towards her husband. Whose husband is meant? didn't she herself say, if they got married just because baby A needed her. Isn't Lamha just a poor woman who is not at her level as a mother of milk? why now demand more, demand respect?

Lamha continued to monologue with herself, and when master El left, Lamha just opened her mouth.

"Sorry my mistress..."

"I'm sorry El yes, and don't call me madam, I told you, call me mama" said Grace.

"But..."

"My daughter, obey your in-laws" said Grace, smiling.

"Yes, well madam, uh mama" Lamha replied.

"One more message from mom. Mama really doesn't want another daughter-in-law, mama just wants you to be her daughter-in-law. Please try to make El fall in love with you. And please be patient in dealing with it that is stubborn and may hurt your heart a lot" said Mama Grace softly.

"That's. I..."

"Please, I'm sure you're a match, El will fall in love with you for a long time, you just need to be patient with him" said Mama Grace.

"Alright, Lamha will try ma" said Lamha who tried to please her in-laws. Though, he himself did not know how to seduce a man like Mr. El. Really, Lamha has no experience with that.

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And here Lamha was, in the main room that during the stay of this house he never entered even though.

"You must have told Mama to do all this. You sneaky!" said Mr. El. Lamha still did not want to open her mouth, and was still silent when Mr. El cursed her.

"Are you mute, huh!" mr. El is growing emotional. Lamha took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

"Have you eaten yet?" ask Lamha. Mr. El frowned at once feeling astonished. But her heart felt drenched in rain after years of drought, blooming after hearing Lamha speak again. Moreover Lamha spoke gently asking if she had eaten or not, ah! too beautiful to dress in the ears of El. But his sense of prestige and ego was too high.

"It's none of your business!" said Mr. El ketus trying to cover his heartbeat.

"If not let Lamha take it. Mas El wants to eat with what side dishes?" asked Lamha softly. Uh! lamha's voice made the El master feel anxious and wanted to fly.

'Damn it!' el's master cursed his heart that beat faster than usual when Lamha called him 'Mas El'.

"Who told you to call me 'Mas'? not polite! you should be self-aware!" said Mr. El.

"Want to do if not what dong? sa-honey?" lamha said hesitantly. To be honest she was very embarrassed about having to do this, but her in-laws' words were true as well. There's no harm in her trying to seduce her husband.

Mr. El himself should not be asked how expressive he is, he dies a tick and seems to be passing out on the spot.

"Mas El alone." said Mr. El while leaving the room without looking at Lamha, he was very embarrassed if until Lamha saw his clumsy face. So he decided to leave the place immediately.

After so many hours, Mr. El never returned, making the sleepy Lamha finally fall asleep on the sofa, for fear that Mr. El was angry if he slept on his bed.

Mr. El himself was deliberately lingering in the workspace, he did not want to get carried away if lingering with Lamha in his room. But the drowsiness began to attack, and he finally went back into the room. Sure enough Lamha had fallen asleep, but she felt guilty when she saw Lamha sleeping on the sofa.

'Stupid basic! there's already a sofa bed!' objurgation. Then carrying Lamha to be moved on the mattress. Mr. El put it down slowly, and accidentally while laying Lamha on the mattress, the veil of the woman was revealed displaying the beautiful face he saw last night. Mr. El took off Lamha's veil, then with trembling hands tried to touch the smooth cheeks as white as milk.

"Gee!"

Lamha who moaned because he felt uncomfortable with his sleeping position made El back to be stunned.

'Is he seducing me with a sigh* like that?' inner master El. El is increasingly frustrated when he sees Lamha's red and challenging red lips make him want to smear the lips. But on the other hand, his sense of prestige and ego is as great as to prevent him from touching the woman who has been legally his wife. Now Mr. El is at the intersection, just waiting for the scales to go where. Between nafs* or prestige.

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