Marriage Stain

Marriage Stain
Prohibited


"What," Sora was surprised that Ferry asked him again. He doesn't seem to believe what he hears. His eyes were rounded as if unsure of Ferry's request.


"Why is Ra, his face is like that?"


"It's okay, but I'm so pissed off. I take a shower first huh," Sora stood up, he grabbed the blanket to cover his entire body. Many stamps were left by Ferry on his white body.


Sora wrapped the blanket around her body and walked inside the bathroom. No wind no rain, Ferry followed him from behind. Made Sora look directly at the man.


"Where are you going?" Sora was astonished, as the man continued to follow him. He looked suspiciously at Ferry.


"I'm taking a shower too!" deg, Ferry's words are long like little fireworks that always blow Sora's heart.


His mind so flew deep into his memory when he became a newlywed many years ago. I don't know how many feet Alan always invites himself to take a bath. But that was before. When their marriage was still warm, now it was different. It feels a little bland, what else after the appearance of Ferry in his life. Making Sora start to stray from the man who has been her husband for years.


"Come," invite Ferry because Sora looks still glued to the lips of the bathroom door. The man pulled the edge of the blanket that covered Sora's body.


Looking at the scene that was in front of him, Ferry became stunned. Ferry's hands turned on the shower faucet, and now they are both wet under the water from the shower. Both of them let the rushing water flow, in line with the desire of both of them that flowed so fast for tonight.


Both Sora and Ferry both cooled their hot heads from the burning spark of forbidden love. Both Sora and Ferry seemed to enjoy, a spark of love behind the shower that poured. Both of them did something forbidden inside.


Ferry hugged Sora's body, he drowned Sora's head in his arms. "Thank you Ra, I really love you" The man kissed Sora's head. She did not want to let Sora go back to her husband.


"Ra, come with me" a sincere request came out of Ferry's lips and heart.


"We'll talk about it later Mas, we clean our bodies first" replied Sora. She avoids serious talk about herself and her husband. For now he just wants to enjoy his wild night, without having anything else.


"Yes, here I help rub your back!" Ferry offers to help Sora clean her body. But Sora refused with a joke.


"Remain, just help rub it?" asked Sora in a wavy tone.


Ferry simply smiled, crying out for a joke from the woman in front of him.


"Mas, you didn't seem like this. Now it looks real.. It turned out that the calm water was indeed really washed away," Sora said.


"Yes Ra, it's all because of you. You've managed to get me to the bottom."


"Chihui.. " Sora chuckled again.


The two were happy for a moment, as there was basically no beautiful affair. Ferry and Sora have now enjoyed a pseudo-bliss. A mirage that will never be real.


After finishing the bath, Ferry helped Sora, he helped dry Sora's hair, he just put on a cloth towel to dry her. Because he doesn't have a Drayer hair in his house.


"Would we buy Drayer Ra's hair? do you think we'll need it often?" tanya Ferry while still continuing to dry Sora's hair with a towel.


"Well, your brilliant idea is worth suspecting!" sora Sahut.


"Are we eloping, Ra?" back again Ferry's proposal makes two eyeballs Sora sharpen.


"I just want you to be my wife, the only Ra! Well, then, I don't like it."


"Mas Ferry knew from the beginning, I'm a married woman!"


"Then from that, leave Alan. Come to me,"


"It's not that easy, Mom,"


"You still love that guy?" there's a gurgle of disappointment in Ferry's handsome face. The face that was once sparkling now looks sad. He lost away from the man who had rights over Sora, the woman he loved. Ferry seemed to wake up. His true position, he was just an affair.


The handsome man must be willing to be the second, there is a sadness now that he feels. Ferry then threw the towel he had originally used to dry Sora's hair. He again hugged Sora who was still sitting on the lip of his bed.


"Sorry, Sora.. If only I could turn back time. I will declare my love first. Stupid me, just hugging it myself."


Sora held Ferry's hand that was coiled on his body, he gently rubbed the man's hand. Sora himself was upset, he did not know what things would come to him later. Sora simply walked following the will of his heart, without a second thought he followed all of these heart games.


"Sorry Mas, I still can't choose" said Sora.


The two dark couples hugged each other, both confused to see the fate of their relationship. There was an enormous stone that was blocking their relationship. A wall stretches out, between Sora and Ferry.


If they insist on this relationship, there will be a wounded heart. Sora did not want to betray her husband. But in reality, tonight a conspiracy of the heart has already begun. His body had already betrayed Alan, his soul had already turned away.


At this time Sora has entered the fire that he ignited, a betrayal that he has inscribed with Ferry. Sora has lost his mind and control until he falls into the valley of a cruel affair.


Perhaps her heart had died, perhaps her love for her husband Alan had faded a little. Only Sora knew and understood the secret behind his heart.


The woman had long lost her mind, just because she never had a baby. Making Sora seek entertainment is just looking for an escape for his soul who feels very forward. But the way Sora did it was wrong.


He should not have run away in the arms of another man. He forgot that he was married. He should not have been exposed to the romance that Ferry had to offer. Sora was too careless, until he received Ferry in his life.


Because that will only get him in trouble for the time to come. Just waiting for time, the sinking of the yacht owned by Alan and Sora.


Seriate


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