Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 43 ~
Nothing else I guess except
Oh no, does Bima want to do it now?
I gulped in half dead saliva, got a full friendly gaze from a pair of slices of Bima mas.
"If it's not wrong" He said it very slowly, but his body language made my heart wander in there.
"You told your best friend that our relationship is not like that of a typical husband and wife, right?"
Mas Bima held his body with both knees, when he lowered his upper body, automatically his face was so close to my face that our noses almost touched.
"S-friends?"
I clenched my lips and slowly pressed them inside.
"Riska" Spontaneously the name came out of the mouth of Bima mas.
"I-iya but_" My sentence was cut off because of the conspiracy of the second I held my breath when I felt the lip of Bima mas stuck on my neck.
Ahh ... my hair bristles amazingly.
The lips then turned to the collarbone, kissed it gently, and then sipped it very strongly. Mas Bima did not only do it at one point but also all over my body, and I believe red marks were created everywhere.
I can say that the man who is currently on top of me has been fondling me very intensely, making me drift away feeling a strange rumble like numbness or tingling.
I don't know when Bima took off my kimonoku rope which automatically showed me the curves of my body, know-know his hands have moved touch in every inch.
My common sense slowly disappeared along with the touch and fondling that made me forget myself.
I opened my eyes when the touch was no longer felt. A pair of netraku directly locked by the highlight of his eagle bima.
We looked at each other for a few minutes, a view that seemed to be making offers, agreements and agreements.
Seconds pass...
With considerable courage, both of my hands that had been pounding Bima's waist, now I move to summarize her face.
Without shame I put my lips first then melu*matnya as always mas Bima did to me.
Our kisses are getting more intense.
"Can we do it now?" Mas Bima slightly took off our pagutan.
I responded by winking my eyelids, for I myself was confused but wanted so much. Even my whole body froze feeling the whirring of taste that made my heart beat fast.
Somehow, our bodies are not wearing a single cloth.
Mas Bima, who is already shrouded in a fog of passion, makes me overwhelmed to compensate.
The man above me started commanding what I should do, making me feel hypnotized for his every command.
After a few minutes, Bima finally did his core activities, while I squealed with a stifled voice, closing my eyes quite tightly.
"Hold Bi!" Bima's mass whisper stopped her movement and let me get in a comfortable position, then the man poked at my ear lobe.
I couldn't imagine it could feel this painful, making me unconsciously shed tears feeling something so excruciating.
Especially when one part of our body is perfectly fused together, there is a thirsty bubbling that I find difficult to explain.
"Can I continue, Bi?"
Maybe my face was already very pale, but it was impossible if I answered with a headband.
I nodded and then immediately gave a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I'll definitely slow down"
Ignoring his sentence, my hands coiled quite tightly on Bima's back for a few seconds, before then I stretched my arms as Bima slowly made her move.
The feeling of heat and anxiety that had attacked me, now gradually subsided along with the rhythm of movement that was pounding Bima repeatedly.
So also with the pain that I had previously felt, it now changed into a feeling that made me fly over the clouds.
I ... want to do it again and again, only with him, without conditions or coercion.
"Thank you, Bi!" Our breaths are still hunting each other, staring at each other with feelings of love.
I blinked while nodding, then curled my lips to return his smile.
"Would you take a shower now, what should you do in the morning?" ask Bima, get rid of my hair that is wet with sweat from my eyes.
"Tomorrow in the morning" I answered, withstanding the pain that was still imprinting.
"I took a shower first"
Before rising, Bima dyed the lightning of my lips.
I kept staring at my man who was now walking towards the bathroom without wearing his clothes.
Smiling amusedly, my reflexes pulled the blanket and hid my face behind it.
My sincerity to his daughter, I am sure will never be in vain, Bima replied at the right time. She saw me in this house, as the wife and mother of her child.
My daydreams ran out when I heard the sound of the phone echoing. The vibrating object was on the work table belonging to Bima mas.
Slowly, I opened the blanket and then walked towards the closet. I intend to find something I can wear to wrap my innocent body. Because our kimono was hit by a red stain, Bima brought it to the bathroom earlier.
After a long search, and because there was no other choice, I was forced to wear a slightly oversized shirt because only this shirt was able to cover my sensitivity area.
The phone that was ringing had stopped a few seconds ago.
The phone again made a sound just as I buttoned the bottom bead of the shirt.
Mom Calling...
"Assalamu'alaikum, father" Lala's voice from behind the phone. He thinks his father picked him up.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, mother's son!"
"Mother!"
"Father's Telefon's on your mom?"
"Father's phone's in my dad's room, baby, but since I'm in the shower, so you're up"
"Mother is home? When do you keep picking up Lala?"
Going home? I was a little confused by Lala's question.
"Dear, Lala knows where she's from if she doesn't come home?"
"From my father, I told Lala yesterday that she was busy, bobo in the office, busy until the nights were like that, Lala would be delivered to the house of oma, he said, let's not disturb the work "
From Lala's answer, I can conclude that Bima mas indeed deliberately returned Lala to the mother's house so that we have time together to discuss household problems without interference from Lala. But without Bima mas expected, instead I had to experience a tragedy that drained my calm.
"Mother!" Call her in the voice I have always missed.
"Yes son?"
"When will I pick up Lala? Lala already miss the mother, peg play the same mother, kangen also the same mother's cooking"
"Tomorrow at the pick up"
"Yes mother"
After a few seconds, I returned to my voice.
"Lala hasn't bobo?"
"Lala kangen mother would not be able to bobo, continue to oma telfon mother but not in the lift, continue to be oma telfonin father"
Lala's language is still a straw to make my lips flat.
"Now it's night, have you talked to me, Lala want bobo?"
"You, but in kiss used to be the same father as mother"
"Here you kiss, Lala want to kiss in what part?"
"On the cheek, on the forehead, in the eyes, where else, huh?" My daughter hung up her sentence and if I could guess, she must be putting up a serious mimic to think.
"Muach, mmuach, muach" I kissed Bima's mobile phone as if kissing Lala.
Suddenly I was shocked by Bima's hand touching my shoulder.
"Bie"
"Astaghfirullah" My voice came out along with the voice of Bima mas who mentioned some of my name.
"M-mas!" I was sitting in the work chair, not realizing that Bima had finished bathing.
"Who's phone, use that kiss?"
"From Lala"
I ignored Lala's call for answering Bima's question.
"What's with him, is he fussy" Mas Bima stepped towards the bed and then pulled the bed sheet that was not as clean as before.
"Mother"
I haven't been able to answer, Lala's call from a phone call back I heard.
"Yes, baby"
"That's dad's voice?"
"Yes my son"
"Lala wants to talk to dad"
"Awhile yes, La" I walked over to Bima mas who is now changing the bed sheet.
"Lala wants to talk about it"
"Say that his father is busy"
I put my phone back in my ear. "Lala, I'm busy, son, can Lala just wait a minute?"
"Can mother, Lala also still want to talk to mother, still miss the same mother's voice"
I know how Lala feels that she misses me so much, because I am also a child, who often misses mom and dad. While Lala thought that I was her real mother.
Many things I talked to Lala while waiting for Bima mas finished changing the bed sheet.
"La, I'm done busy, Lala can talk to me now"
"Yes mother" Sahutnya.
"This is mas" I thrust the phone into the hands of Bima mas.
Before actually talking to Lala, Bima told me.
"Sleep if it still hurts" he said, glancing at the bed, then peeked at the top of my head and rubbed his former kiss.
After that he walked out while bringing the phone closer to his left ear.
Mas Bima, there are many things that must be explained about Lala and the lawsuit from Mbak Hana.
Yes, yesterday the intention of coming here is to provide a letter of custody lawsuit Lala. Lawsuit from mbak Hana.
Because mas Bima drove Yoga away just like that, the document was left on the living room table. Mas Bima had hidden it from me, but when I was looking for clothes for me to wear earlier, I saw the map in the lower shaf closet.
I opened the closet and looked at the document.
The documents that contained me instantly felt afraid.
Fear beyond limits.
Seriate.