LAMHA AND MR. EL
Sulking

Mr. El continued to sip chery's lips as sweet as Lamha's honey, circling it, and exploring every oral cavity of the woman who had been legally his wife. Until Lamha felt out of breath and hit the chest of Mr. El, then the man took off their fishing.

Huh! huh!

Lamha and lord El were both gasping. A second later, they looked at each other again.

"Sir, may I have a return transfer?" lamha asked with her face down in shame if she had to look at the face of her husband who had just plucked his lips.

"Em, okay. Let's go home" replied Mr. El, then got up and took Lamha back to Graham's residence without saying goodbye to Mia.

Along the way, Lamha and Mr. El were both silent. Both were nervous and misbehaved.

A few moments later...

The Graham Family Mansion

"Sir, are you going back to the apartment?" lamha asked as they reached the main room.

"No. He's asleep anyway" replied Mr. El.

"So if he hasn't slept, you'll be there?" ask Lamha.

"Not to discuss anything unimportant, now sleep." said Mr. El. Lamha nodded then took her nightgown and replaced it in the bathroom. And this time Lamha again took off her hijab and let her long black hair unravel beautifully.

Once out of the bathroom, Mr. El again swallowed his saliva. Lamha inexhaustibly seduced his faith and always made lord El a remembrance.

"Can I sleep there, sir?" tanya Lamha hesitated.

"Come here" said Mr. El as he shifted to make room for Lamha to sleep beside him. Lamha walked with her head down and laid herself beside Mr. El in a sideways sleeping position to her back.

Lamha closed his eyes, but his efforts were in vain, he still could not sleep because of his heartbeat which every second was getting faster. Mr. El himself cursed his hansip baton which has been standing upright since.

"Lamha, are you asleep?" mister El asked quietly, yet it could still be heard clearly in Lamha's ear.

"Not yet master" Lamha replied no less slowly.

"Me what sir?" now Lamha changed her position to sit. Mr. El grew hotter when Lamha's beautiful face was now clearly visible and very close to him.

Mr. El took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. And after that stared at Lamha intensely.

"May I ask for my rights as husband tonight?" ask gentle Mr. El.

"I as a wife can't refuse, but I'm sorry, sir, I can't do it without love between us" Lamha said.

Jem!

It felt at that time Mr. El felt pain like a dagger in his heart because Lamha refused to be invited to make love to him. In fact, he felt that he had been gentle and lowered his ego.

'Indeed he thinks he's who dares to reject Libra! even out there the woman in line wants to fuck me. Shit!' sullen Lord El in heart.

"Yes, go to sleep!" said Mr. El who now looks his face turned sour.

"I'm sorry sir" Lamha felt bad to see her sulking husband and sleeping behind her.

'Is he angry?' inner Lamha.

'I am truly guilty of refusing his invitation, ' he said in his heart.

'Do I accept it?' mumbling again.

'But he seems to have slept, ah already, I better go to sleep too' his mind. After that she joined to relax but her position turned to face the body of her husband who was on his back. Lamha looked at the back of Lord El.

'Had you opened your heart to me, I would not have doubted you. But you yourself said you would divorce me after marrying that woman. Forgive me, not that I meant to be disobedient. But I also have to think about my own future and do not want to be stuck in a marriage that you consider only a deal, Lamha said in her heart.

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