Married Little Princess Bestie
20. Rhea, Who's So Loved

"Your wife hasn't come home yet?"

The woman sipped her wine slowly. The music chanted slowly, filling the silence that paused their conversation. Rhea looked around, took a breath and exhaled again then.

"How many years, huh? Ten or eleven? This place hasn't changed much, I'm nostalgic."

He glanced at Riswan who had not acted anything. Making Rhea hold her chin with her palm against her, "You're angry with me, Wan?"

Rhea's smile then expanded, "Close to you like this I remember first calling you Clouds. If you remember again, amused as well." chuckled.

"What do you need?" riswan asked in a bland tone, "Don't tell me you're calling just to remember the past."

Rhea brushed her long hair, making the neck tiered and the sleeves that were not wrapped whatever was exposed clearly.

"I feel guilty, Riswan. Drunk recklessly and make your household crack, I need a hand to straighten out any misunderstandings."

Riswan threw a glance, "Nothing needs to be straightened out, Rhea. Nothing happened last night."

The woman pulled away while grunting softly. He teased his wine glass by twirling the rest of the drink. A long pause made Rhea put it back, and played the fingers on the lips of the glass. He stared at the line of liquor before him.

"You know, every time I get divorced, I always think about the past. If only I hadn't run away and fought with you, would true love still be mine?"

Riswan swallowed the hard-earned salivary. The trembling from Rhea's voice made her stunned. However, their relationship that ran aground could not be separated from Riswan's inability to fight for Rhea.

They were both young, and had Rhea returned to Indonesia a little earlier. Then it's possible, the answer to the woman's question is 'yes'.

Riswan never forgot him.

"I'm so grateful, Wan. You still want to come and hear my words until nightfall. Though I have often miscarried, but only this time divorced directly once failed the second pregnancy program. Severe indeed," he said closed gerlak.

"Anyway, hello to your wedding, Wan. Maybe it's better I don't come and ruin your present life."

Rhea glanced at Riswan who turned out to have dropped her eyes. The distance they looked very close. The roar of breath can even touch their cheeks.

The smell of wine on Rhea's lips, combined with the perfume that radiated from her body. A special bushes neatly stored in Riswan's mind. Everything from a Rhea, was once an opium that Riswan longed for.

Dozens of women have been sleeping. Hundreds of others are used as an outlet for the desire to make out and bribe each other. There was no one like Rhea, Riswan never found a single woman who was sneering at him.

"Why are you back now?" riswan whispered deeply, his voice boasting Rhea's sense of hearing.

Gently touch the woman down Riswan's cheek. He moved the face until their noses almost touched, "Am I too late?" his sigh.

There is only one urge left to make their supple lips touch. Riswan closed, he began to breathe as much air as Rhea exhaled.

His sense is captive. Riswan carried away. His whole body is still sinking. No matter if Rhea has been widowed four times.

Rhea's left hand fingers fumbled. But the echoes of the heartbeat stirred Riswan's consciousness. The man pulled away from there, making the opponent grimace with a smile.

No. gabe. No matter how much the turmoil of desire wants it. Although the impulse of lust requires Riswan to devour Rhea. He tries to stay sane.

Even if his eyes are foggy want to worship. Although he had to clench his palms to hold his courage. Riswan could not ignore the thumping sound playing in his head.

His heart is alive. He didn't want to be known as a depraved father one day. Riswan had also sworn an oath before God. To make a sacred promise of marriage.

Sure oes. Riswan's shocked not a bitch. The woman he loves so much. Many years disappeared and suddenly appeared on the doorstep of his apartment.

Riswan did not yet have enough awareness to directly dodge. Rhea suddenly attacked him with a hug, and almost grabbed his lips. But the argument hasn't been solved, has it? Riswan brushed Rhea away until she almost fell backwards.

"I'm married," Rhea imitated Riswan's voice while laughing, "You refused my embrace just because you were married. It's as if I made a big mistake."

"So, that was a rejection, too?" he said, "Do you just need time to think about a lot of things?"

There's no answer. Riswan cast a distant view in the opposite direction to Rhea's position. It was a bit of a dilemma, Rhea's insistence still sounded tempting to Riswan.

Oh, please don't judge Riswan. There was always only one woman. A human who holds possession of a special space in his heart. Who is not tempted?

Opportunity is in sight. Binar also said he regretted marrying her. They can choose their own path if they are separated

There is no harm.

"Complicated, Wan. You're always a lot of consideration. I already know the answer."

Rhea gave a rough snort. The woman packed the goods, then carried her tote bag. Riswan still faithfully makes Rhea monologue ria. Just like this bar, the man had not changed much either.

"I won't run away from you again now. So let's think slowly, about Greg's grandfather and your new household. I'm ready to wait slowly."

Finishing the sentence in one breath, Rhea moved. Leaving behind the gaspful Riswan. Drifting in logic that fails to get around Rhea's intent.

Actually, what did Rhea expect? Riswan has become a husband and father-to-be. What is slowly waiting for?

There are too many obstacles to fulfilling their love. Even though Riswan could not deceive himself who also expected a lot. He wanted to come to terms with Rhea's idea.

But, how can it be?

He snatched the rest of Rhea's wine. Sipped it out right on the woman's lipstick. His body trembled, he whispered a sigh as lust crept towards the top of the head.

Riswan bit his lower lip. His jaw goes up and down when imagining the embrace of the soulmate. Eleven years to twelve, and during that time also Riswan hallucinate other women is Rhea.

Riswan's love for Rhea is not a taste that the human brain can measure. Rhea is everything. Riswan had even forgiven the woman's mistakes without being asked.

While gripping the wine glass stronger, a replica of Riswan sip every inch of Rhea's body. Removing the reddish marks on his neckline. Then descend slowly on the beauty of the chest.

But the influence of wine made his memory vague. In that head projection, Riswan instead saw the eyes of my lute Binar staring at him. The woman shouted Riswan's name at every whimper.

Riswan closed in, summoning a memory to play the scene more clearly. The heat bed that I forgot. A long night when he was drunk.

The bar pulled her head closer, making it easier ************* the woman freely. While their hips kept swaying. Move at a fast and irregular tempo.

Between himself and Binar, he realized something. That against their friends, there was no figure of Rhea there.

He could hear himself chanting the name of Binar as he reached the peak of release. At each stomp until his body was completely suffocated, only Binar was bounced by Riswan.

The throne was inhabited only by Rhea.

Now, the memories of that night had belonged to Riswan as well. Not a single moment of their flirtation was missed by him. In fact, among the unconscious Riswan always realized, that it was with Binar that he made love.