Letting Go, My Husband

Letting Go, My Husband
LGMH CHAPTER 27 - Acting Like an Idiot


After a hot bath, Azam and Bella are both on their walk in closet.


Both use white kimono towels and are choosing clothes.


This morning, Azam will meet Julian and Arnold. While Bella will meet Zura, because yesterday they failed to meet.


The movement of Bella's hand that was picking at clothes stopped, as she felt that there were 2 big arms that hugged her tightly from behind.


And when Bella turned her head, she found her cheek that was frowned upon by her husband.


"Don't wear that shirt, I don't like it" Azam said, as he saw Bella holding a peach-colored shirt with a low cleavage.


"Why? this shirt is good? do I look like a woman who has no self-respect while wearing this shirt?" ask Bella, bertili. Complete with a loud tone of speech.


And Azam answered him not with words, but by putting one hand in the wife's towel, through the hemisphere of the kimono in front of the chest.


Cite it with anxiety.


"Because this is only mine, I don't want anyone else to see it" Azam replied, after successfully gaping Bella.


Azam even immediately lowered the wife's towel until it fell on the arm. Making the dads pop and make a lot of marks, kissmarks are so obvious.


Bella could only moan, feeling her menstrual blood flow more profusely.


"Yes yes, I'll wear a covered one. But let go of me first," pinta Bella, who is no longer strong enough to withstand the turmoil. Azam's mouth play on both shoots, making it stiffen.


And hearing Bella say that, Azam slowly finished his game. Then again cover the chest of the wife using the towel.


"Everything in your body is mine, so only I have the right to see it."


Bella, straight up.


Want to change pads again soon.


That morning, Bella made breakfast for the two of them. In the kitchen, Azam hugged his wife tightly from behind. By occasionally playing his hands mischievously.


Being treated like this, Bella slowly started to smile.


Feeling Azam really mean to improve their household.


Bella even felt, now they were like newlyweds.


Azam, first drove Bella to Malik Kingdom, even he came down and drove the wife to be in the room of the sister.


Azura, who now occupies a position as Finance Manager at MK.


Seeing Azam coming along, Zura also stared dislikefully at her brother. Even Zura was impressed to ignore his presence.


"Abang immediately say goodbye to Ra," said Azam, and only Deheman answered by his sister.


But the two Zura netra immediately fiddled, when he saw Azam who was saying goodbye to Bella by peeping a glimpse of his wife's lips.


Making Zura who saw it became hot cold.


After the elder sister completely walked out of the room, Azura immediately got up from her seat and pulled Bella to sit on the sofa.


"Why do you kiss like that?" asked Zura, suddenly stammering. I was surprised to see that sight. If it was just acting, it felt like Bella wouldn't want to. Moreover, Zura also saw clearly, if Bella also poked her lips, welcoming the kiss of the brother.


Like that kiss, they both wanted.


Then, how are you doing with Raya?


"Why really? we're married, so it could be like that. Except for you and Julian, where you can kiss" Bella replied.


"I don't mean like that. This is in a public place, where it can be arbitrary kisses," said Zura. Seeking safe.


He even throbbed, making Bella so chuckle.


Bella also loves Azura. It also felt that he could not if his marriage had to be destroyed and disappoint everyone he loved.


"Zura, actually, Azam made me angry yesterday. But now he's apologized and said he won't do it again. But still I doubt, what do you think?" bella asked, asking enigmaticly, because Bella did not mention what Azam's mistake was. Mistakes that made him angry.


But Zura quite understood, where the direction of the conversation.


"What did my brother do wrong?" ask Zura, pretending not to know.


But Bella remained silent, as if reluctant to talk about Azam's ugliness. Moreover, talk about it to Zura.


"Well, if you don't want to tell the whole story. I assume, it is privacy in your household," said Zura again, wisely.


He even clasped Bella's hands together, as if giving support.


"Everyone always has a chance to improve their past, I think my brother deserves that, too" Zura explained.


From the beginning, he did not want Bella and Azam to separate. Knowing if the brother started to improve his household, of course Zura was happy. He would even support his brother's decision.


Consider Raya is just a pebble that drives their household road.


Exams, which they must pass.


"I know, I even realized that everyone must have made mistakes in their lives. I also tried to get back to trust Azam, but sometimes, I still have doubts, too" Bella replied again.


Sometimes in the middle of the night, he wakes up. Bella sees Azam falling asleep next to her.


Bella still wonders, is this really real and not a dream. Is it true Azam was only her husband and not the woman's lover anymore.


Just imagining those nights, Bella cried instead.


Making Zura feel tight. But with all her might, Zura pretended to be a fool, as if she knew nothing.


"Well, you're crying Bell, don't cry here!" weird Zura, did not accept the room instead used as a place to cry.


But Zura moved, shifted her body and hugged Bella tightly. Even repeatedly Zura stroked the back of his sister-in-law affectionately.


"Trust me Bell, if you have a problem with your brother. I'll keep defending you instead of her" Zura said loudly, making Bella smile.


"Liar, surely you will still defend Azam."


"No, I promise I will always be by your side" Zura replied, she even immediately broke their arms and stretched out her little finger.


Make an appointment, just when they were kids.


Bella, instantly wiped her tears and linked her little finger to the sister-in-law.


"Promise?" ask Bella again.


And Azura immediately nodded her head enthusiastically.


"Promise!" replied Zura, loudly.


And the two immediately smiled broadly.


Being childish like this is sometimes more helpful for improving mood, rather than thinking about it hard.