Loving Women Depression
First Attention

"So your name is Habibie Burhanuddin, a man who has absolutely no self-respect?" asked Arini cynically, to the young man who looked down hugging a plastic crackle filled with a lunch box.

Burhan nodded, looked at Arini briefly, then looked down again. Only a glimpse of the petals inflate-radiate like a camera blitz, which is stared at precisely highlight sharp-scanning prey.

Putting black plastic next to her, put on shoes, tie two straps that are still intertwined one, Arini held the shoelaces so as not to be bound perfectly.

Burhan kepalang's. The strength of his man evaporated even though he just brushed off Arini's hand. The man just lowered his head, throwing his face to the right.

Arini was still faithful to the pull of her lip line, being on the left, mocking the young man named Burhan.

Burhan was as strong as his power neutralizing his blood flow to make it look ordinary.

Which man is resistant to the temptation of clothes with a hemisphere right on the chest. Arini was deliberately playing with the man in front of her.

"What as a man you no longer have self-esteem until you have to be willing to undergo a contract marriage just for money," said Arini rejecting Burhan's work.

Struck with a very spicy Arini speech, he actually back down to tie his shoelaces after the next door Arini released by force.

The insulting smile still shone.

Without saying a word, Burhan stood up, reaching for the door, his greatest wish of the day, passed quickly from Arini.

But alas, once the Arini's thump blocked the door. Returning deliberately puffed out his chest, provoking Burhan's intuition as a man.

"I'm sorry, I have to get to the office immediately."

As soon as he was pompous, he passed through Arini. Not remaining silent, Arini forcibly pulled Burhan's hand. Turn it over quickly strongly.

The energy from the small fist that was completely unopposed from Burhan reflected Burhan's body right on Arini.

Not only hit Arini, the man's lips touched the soft cheek Arini accidentally. Noticing the mistake, Burhan hurriedly stood up. Tidying up a black shirt with a white fringe. The woman who had deliberately pulled her body to be crushed gave a sharp grin.

"hmmp" As his thirst drew Burhan's face closer, once his lips succeeded******* the man's lips were very asductive.

"Mrs, what are you doing!" Burhan tries to release Arini's pagutan. His mind is almost gone. If Arini had done it because of love Burhan would have been so willing to repay. May be hotter than just****** lip. He would happily carry Arini to their warm bed. Uniting love in a sea of embers. But, their story is not a story of Cinderella, nor a couple who long for romance. Merea's story is very different.

"Hey, are you a man or a sissy?" snapped Arini, immediately biting Burhan's neck. The man held his breath. Groping the results of the bite Arini. Breathe in more oxygen.

"Mrs, I could be late. I'll be on time, Madam, eat!"

Arini laughed out loud at the thoughtful words. Instantly wrapped his hands around Burhan's neck casually, the mischievous clink did not forget Arini inserted. "Your lips are sweet, have you ever kissed a woman other than me?" tanya Arini once in a while sighed. "I've never kissed a woman who wasn't my mahrom" Burhan replied. Slowly pull Arini's hand.

"I'm legitimately your wife, let's get laid!" Again Arini hugged Burhan strongly. Forcibly pecking at the man's ears trying to dodge.

"Mrs, I'm sorry." The jet iris was straight staring, her sharp eyes bulging in shock. What will this woman do? He thought worriedly, glancing towards the road, whether the boss's Inspiration had arrived. He was really worried.

Clothes are torn. Arini ripped her shirt off to the chest in front of Burhan. For the umpteenth time the man was unable to brush off the rough. Just staggering in shock. Swallowed his saliva many times. Staring at the beauty, sincerity, innocence before his eyes. Religion is of course the woman is halal for him.

Grasping the crackle getting stronger, in the wrong position, Burhan immediately withdrew. Arini's a little bounced. Still insulting smile he sent to the man who was adjusting his breath, tidying his hair, a shirt that was a little tangled because of Arini's actions.

Burhan stepped up pulling the door leaf. Slowly squeezing Arini's hand off her wrist.

Without speaking anything. Burhan gushed again, However, unfortunately Arini's hand was faster to hold the right wrist that was still swinging.

"Hey, are you a sucker, I ask you again, this one in front of me, a sissy or a man? you're gay, you don't taste seeing women. My body's still better than a whore named Mira. Look here!" Arini pulls Burhan's hand to touch her two twins. Burhan's maleness instinct suddenly thrashed. His five-fingered reflexes moved squeezing.

buck ...

The sound of something getting stepped on.

"You!"burhan's strangulation was held between his hunting breath and his aching leg. With a cynical look Arini stomped hard on Burhan's feet. Complaining of the pain in the tread, Burhan closed his eyes, denying something the right to release immediately. He must turn away. This can't be allowed. He ignored Arini's question. He pretended to stare at the sky above the door, pleading with God for Arini to leave before him immediately. His common sense was outdone by his maleness instinct.

As hard as he could hold the bulir that was about to fall, Burhan finally looked at the two brown-lensed beads that now actually melted all his clothes. That innocent body now smiled so alluringly in front of Burhan.

"What are you doing, madam? Mr. Ilham can be angry with me, I beg you not to trouble me," Burhan said folding two hands, repeatedly holding shakes in his heart.

Staring straight regardless of the scene of the boss' ex-wife in front. Though all the ornaments on his body like an impromptu electric shock. It inhales as much oxygen as possible, as if the air of the source of life would be lost from circulation.

"Basic, Sissy! Cemen, coward, just rejected by the lack of joy," said Arini pushed Burhan's body out of the house. Previously Arini deliberately nudged Burhan's sacred object. His lips revealed a smile similar to ridicule, humiliation and the impingement of disappointment.

Burhan was silent. Thanking God, Arini did not do anything beyond what she had predicted. It is better that he be insulted or the like than to sacrifice his mother, and younger sister who now needs a blood transfusion, as well as intensive care due to an accident a few months ago.

"Okay, now that you're safe, we'll see when you can hold on" Arini chuckled sarcastically. Closing the door with a loud slam.

Burhan rubbed his ears. Sighing back in step, clutching the breakfast he made from dawn. He had to go back to his mother's house to water himself. Electric shock due to Arini's actions still electrocuted all the ornaments on his body.

That proportional body shadow was playing in Burhan's eyes.

Burhan turned towards the door. A minute later he hesitated.

Ah, her male instincts are thrashing.

This is halal, his mind does not accept insulted by his own wife. However, the shadow of the retina floating in Arini's eyes makes her intention to go back inside the house.

While inside the house, Arini dropped tears. Heart hurts.

"Too bad is this self? until no man has touched me" batik Arini cried.