Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 81: HAGYA

Mustofa was very tired, looking for the oil he wanted. In the woman's bedroom.

"I'm sorry I had to go in your room."

"Nothing."

A moment later he returned with the desired oil.

"sorry. Can move your legs!" Mustofa.

I don't know how many times the apology is said from Mustofa's lips. Makes the woman laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"" tanyakanya.

"No,"

The woman seemed to be smiling, as she moved her legs up onto the sofa. To be more free to let her feet out.

"Sorry. Can I massage your legs?:

"Emm .. fine."

He wanted to laugh at Mustofa's nervousness.

"What is this that hurts miss ...,"

"What do I call?" mustofa broke the silence. And to expel the nervousness that has been attacking him ever since.

"We haven't met."

Smiling woman.

"Hagya. Ye?

"Mustofa."

Back to the quiet atmosphere. Mustofa tries to concentrate on

massaging the woman's legs that may be sprained.

Although he could not deny, that he was now really at war with wishful thinking wrapped in false desires. Ever since he touched her at the beginning of the encounter.

She's very seductive. His resignation, and his weakness in a small groan, whispered the seduction of sin-clad lovemaking.

Remembering a moment ago. He had to carry himself from the parking lot to the front door.

I dare not look. Even though he's tangling spoiled on my shoulder. And it was like he was laughing at me who was starting to be weak at lust.

Was it because he was on purpose, or was it my mind going crazy. Ah ... everything is getting wild.

I wanted to run, but I didn't get to the heart. To leave him in pain for the reasons I did.

Lord, give me strength to resist all temptations. His whisper was smoothed over the remaining conscience.

Why do these fingers start to shake. The skin I touched seemed to shout at my desire from the fragile faith.

Moreover, Hagya seemed to challenge her manners by brushing her gently unraveling hair. Attach it to one bond.

Unwilling to linger, in an atmosphere that hugged in the mist, he immediately stopped the caress of his hands on his perfectly bare feet.

"Easy?"

"I think I have" he answered.

Putting your feet on the floor. Trying to stand. But it still looks difficult.

Hagya had an intention, get a drink for her guests this time.

"Where are you going?"

"Aren't you thirsty, already massaging my legs?" replied Hagya.

"thank you. Let me take it myself. Rest your feet first. Until it's ready to walk."

"Thank you for the advice. But I'm thirsty too." she said.

"I'll get it" Mustofa said to help.

"No need. I should've taken it for you."

Hagya approached the dispenser. Prepare drinks for them.

It's only one step, reach that thing. He was about to fall back. With a swift hand Mustofa reached his body in his arms. Until unconsciously the face meets the face, the eyes meet the eyes.

I don't know because of the accident. Or because of the desire of the night that guides him in the dark. In such a situation their lips meet. I don't know who started it.

Mustofa immediately released him.

"I'm sorry." With heart palpitations that dag dig dug, timid.

"Me too." replied Hagya looking embarrassed.

Realize it was a mistake. He ran and cleaned himself.

"Where's the bathroom?"

"Sorry, there's only one bathroom. It's in the room."

Mustofa paused for a moment. Does he want to continue his path. Or did he come back with a hand that still smelled of massage oil.

Seeing himself hesitating, Hagya looked at him in a smile. It was as if he wanted to indulge in wanting to unravel the love he felt. Soon he shifted his eyes.

"Please .... It's okay." It's okay."

Finally he gave up, continued his steps, disappearing behind the door of the room decorated with shell seeds.

Another thought of Mustofa, another that is in Hagya's mind.

Why does this man fascinate me. If it wasn't for the mission, I'd want to run around in her arms and be her whole lover.

I can feel his irregular heartbeat. His heavy breathing caressed me in a thump I could not understand. Not the usual I think. But he's different.

I don't need to steal a look, to see his handsome face. It's just that I feel stuck by his arrogance to love.

When I was in her arms, I could only enjoy her passion, in the frame of shame.

Not so when he touched my skin, I think lust had begun to lead him to an unclouded mind.

His face stiffened, harboring a body-tapping desire.

Let it go, he's tormented. So I can enjoy her face going crazy.

But he seems to be a tough guy. Despite the thousands of nets of seduction and charm I spread, but it was difficult for him to be trapped.

As for me, I have mastered my thoughts and thoughts, until I release the shame. But how ...

Don't tell Hagya that I can't conquer her.

As I thought, after he cleans up, he will say goodbye soon.

"Can I go home first?"

"Oh yes, please, but please drink first. I've been working hard to get it for you."

He will not refuse.

"Alright," he replied calmly unsuspectingly.

He sat beside me, and drank the drink I prepared.

Then he stood up, saying goodbye.

"This drink I've been drinking. Can I go home?"

With a heavy heart, I nodded my head.

"All right."

Just about to reach the door, it looks like his hand is holding his head. That's how quickly the drug reacts. But he looks calm.

"Ach ..." I cried little. Holding my leg which caused my body to stagger.

He quickly returned, wiping my body in his arms. I felt his incredible heart thump, which caused his eyes to glare.

"I'm carrying to my room" he said heavily.

I cheered, but I also felt guilty. Why I guessed him, not Ulya.

I gave up on first sight. Until I let the mission error start. And that night, he hugged me in the darkness of a night covered in sin.

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With a heavy weight, Mustofa raised his head.

"Where am I?" with eyes closed, looking around.

"Hagya, is that you?"

Hagya who had just come out of the bathroom, approached him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Sleep, you don't seem to be feeling well" she replied.

"In a moment, didn't you limp last night."

"Yes, but now it's better. Thanks."

"Then why am I still here?"

"Tell yourself."

"You set me up."

"Nobody set you up. You want it."

Lama Mustofa muses. But his mind is not perfect. Until he talks about what happened.

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What he realized was that he had committed a sin with a woman he had just met last night.

With a giant step towards the bathroom, clean yourself. Get out by the time he makes sure Hagya is no longer in the room.

Then leave the place with a troubled heart. Without saying goodbye to Hagya who had prepared breakfast.

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"That's what happened, brother" said Mustofa weakly.

"Why do you know that Devra is your daughter?"

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