Loving Women Depression
Seed of Love 2

"Mrs, let's go to the kitchen! Madam must try my concoction porridge, it feels worldwide." Burhan pulls Arini's hand.

"You're the one who set me up!" angry shouting..

"Am not the husband of the Lady. Mistress forgot ya?" Burhan made his face as funny as possible..

"Oh, yeah. Is correct. You're my husband. But, you forgot the duty of the husband is to fuck his wife. It's been so many days since our wedding, you never touched me at all. I just hugged your waist You're dodging. Did I stink until Inspiration and now you don't want to hug me with sincere warmth?" Burhan was confused. Thinking for a moment then pulled Arini closer.

"There are times when we touch each other not because of the turmoil here." Burhan pointed at Arini's chest. Whispering friendly, with eyes staring at Arini's light brown iris so intensely.

"But ... for sincere love without any laden." Silent.

Burhan's words succeeded in keeping Arini quiet. The plump fur of his eyes swayed. Grazed repeatedly. It was as if digesting the speech of the man who was now stretching his hand smiling so gently.

"You lied! You hypocrite." The woman pulled her lingerie subordinates. Pull Burhan's hand into the room.

Burhan had almost lost his breath. The crackle bag contained a lunchbox that he had brought loosely to any place. Arini is so aggressive.

"If you really marry me out of love. Show it here!"

Pushing with all his might, Burhan's body crashed on the bed.

To avoid, but, afraid to hurt the woman. He only held Arini's hand back to tear the lingerie he was wearing until it split in two.

"Mrs Pliss, don't vent your emotions like this. You're the respectable woman I've ever known."

Buck.

Burhan who tried to get up, fell back into the bed. Arini pulls Burhan's shirt to pieces.

The man held back his retina so as not to shed tears.

"What emotion? Wouldn't it be sooner we better fight sweat, collide energy to make love. Isn't it after this friendly struggle that you can immediately divorce me, right away?"

Arini hats. Burhan repeatedly brushed off Arini's aggressive hand. His faith was really tempted.

"You're gay, did Inspiration deliberately tell me to marry gay?" Burhan's self-esteem is deliberately scratched Arini, she wants to see how Burhan can survive for the sake of Ilham-former husband.

"Here!" Arini pulls Burhan's hand slowly towards her two twins. Burhan almost. His body was burning, convulsing no matter the situation, his breathing was restrained. So great was the sting of Arini's skin touching her heart, rumbling incoherently. Burha is not a man looking for a chance, he just wants to sleep with a woman who sincerely offers love for him. Not because of coercion.

"Mrs, Mr. Ilham forbid me to touch Madam. I am only as a muhallil, laden so that the Madam can return to refer to Mr. Ilham."

"You are not only toying with the sacred bond, but you are also breaking the law of God. Goddamn shit! I don't want to participate in the pool of sin you two have created. Hurry along! undress!"

"Astaghfirullah's. Mrs. istigfar." Burhan tried repeatedly to resuscitate Arini. He knew the woman was not okay.

Not at all expecting. Behind the yes that the woman said for a relationship that was re-knit. It turned out that in his heart was holding such a deep wound.

I don't know until when. Burhan is the only man who will continue to see the sorrow in the soul of the woman.

Can't stand her tears sliding. Arini glared at Burhan crying. Mind fucked. In Arini's mind. Burhan is just playing like the people he loves in his life.

"You speak the name of God. In my religion, it is a great sin if a man marries a woman with the intention of divorcing her later, why are you crying? A crocodile's tears!"

"Rescious Mistress. Don't be like this."

Burhan is back. His instincts suddenly pushed his hand to touch Arini's head. Transferring tranquility.

"I know a great sin if for more than a week has not touched his wife. Marriage can be invalid and considered void. But, I want to touch my wife without coercion, willingly because of God."

Arini. The gentle touch of Burhan's palm on his head drained the seething coolness within the soul.

However, the pain from the wounds that have been inscribed has not been able to make himself think realistically. Brushed Burhan's hand violently. Arini ruffled waist.

"Do you need me to teach you religious understanding? or are you an atheist?"

"No Madam. I beg! Let's talk in the living room. With a cold head, believe me! whatever happens I'll help you, whatever it is."

Arini took Burhan's hand off. Passed out sitting on the sofa with a flat expression. Straight but empty view. It was almost like a dazed person was losing direction.

The man sat down next to her. Looking at the sad face. Down weak. One side of his heart justifies Arini's words.

Inspiration will not be able to return if he has not touched Arini. Marriage is void.

"I'm sorry, Madam. There is nothing in my heart that I want to divorce Mrs" he said cautiously.

"Then you want to be my husband forever!" Arini.

Suddenly pulling Burhan's face closer forcefully. Burhan could not escape. His heart was no longer because of the shame.

As soon as the second passed, Arini bit Burhan's lip and even***** voraciously, like a commercial woman who was being forced to serve an order.

Burhan squinted his eyes in shock. His heart shook violently. Not at all want to withdraw from the game Arini. But, he realized. The woman did so in an unstable state.

"Mrs, Stop! don't make it hard on me."

Me and I alternated Burhan to call himself, because more confused to face Arini.

"Didn't you like my game."

"I beg you!"

Burhan wiped his tears. Pity and feel like protecting dominate in the heart.

The figure in front of him was only a wife on paper. He was later obliged to divorce. For that he cannot dissolve in the cradle.

Burhan retreated immediately, brushed aside slowly, and pushed Arini's face away. Burhan took a deep breath. Looking compassionately at the figure in front of him.

Rubbing his own lips. Unknowingly smiled faintly. For the first time in his life, he kissed a woman.

"Mrs. Im sorry. Don't do this again. Mr. Ilham could suddenly come. I beg you." Inspiration knocks two hands to the chest. Please again.

Today Ilham promised to come by noon. If he sees it all, it's a mess of planning.

"You fear man more than God. Your life deserves to be a loser."

Burhan gasp. Didn't expect Arini to say that scathing sentence. Bending her eyes from the lingerie hemisphere to the chest.

Burhan swallowed his saliva many times.

"Do I have to be a street-loving peddler to sleep with you?" Arini challenged again.

"No Madam, you're a woman I respect a lot. A lady more honorable than any other woman."

"Your combals are of no quality. Hush."

Buck.

Again Burhan's body hit Arini right on top of the Sofa. This time Arini deliberately pulled a strong befall on him. Even locking with his feet.

Burhan already felt unable to withstand the central turmoil in every inch of his organs.

"You're like a banana spout, almost like an imp*ten man," whispered Arini deliberately mocking Burhan with******* right in the ear.

The man gasped. His pride is trampled.

Tietttr.

Long horn sound.

Sound together extinguished the ten malevolent instincts of a Habibie Burhanuddin.

"Alhamdulillah." Bhatin Burhan.

Thanking God. Timely inspiration comes to the rescue.

hmmm

Decap the sound of the tongue so suddenly playing an expression on Burhan's face. The sound of the car door opening was clearly heard. Burhan was as strong as he could stand from his original position.

"Au, madam." Burhan grimaced, Arini again teased him. Now, Burhan's lips are the victim. Nibbling at lightning speed before Burhan managed to break away.

"People say that kiss is exciting, why do you feel pain?"

"Sir Ilham is coming, trim the Mistress's hair."

"Ilham, my ex-husband? Why are you scared. Tell him not to interrupt our honeymoon."

"Madam, pliss .. don't trouble me, Mr. Ilham is at the door."

titt ....

The sound of the house bell creaking long sign of a guest coming.

"Don't you feel guilty for refusing to make out with your wife, Burhan?" The bell rings again. Burhan looked at the woman who was now standing next to him, with disheveled hair, unwashed lipstick, clothes that were deliberately exposed upwards.

Slowly Burhan grabbed Arini closer. Tidying up her hair, gently rubbing her cheeks. Then, clean the rest of the lipstick with her lips. Full of gentleness, almost Arini is like a standing statue. Stay in place of the tub given adhesive.

"Mrs is too precious to be hurt. Make Mr. Ilham regret his whole age for giving you to me." The voice seemed to be embalming the seventy percent sanity of Arini had disappeared. Burhan pulled Arini's nape closer. Gently join his lips.

"Burhan! is there someone inside?" The voice of Ilham unleashed Burhan's lockdown.

"Meet her, I'll always be here for Madam." Slowly Burhan rubbed Arini's hair. Before the two of them got up together towards the door.