Missing Room
Episode 82

I can feel our instinctive passions both soaring high.

My finger that was holding the nape of Mas Pras is now squeezing his hair until I feel the kiss he gave me deeper, along with his embrace that makes our bodies more docked.

But one palm of my hand that originally felt his chest now I use to give him a grip. I knew where we were going to end up, but my logic banged that it was time for us to stop. Because there's no way we can make out in this place.

I forced to jerk my head back, forcefully pulling my lips that were still clinging to him. Stop by forced means.

The sound of piety escaped from the lips of Mas Pras after he managed to catch his breath. His thumb finger moved rubbing my lips that I just knew were wet due to his actions.

I could not imagine the appearance of my face now, then I tried to turn my gaze in the other direction trying to be as relaxed as possible even though my heart felt increasingly dusty.

"Mas still has a chance next time, right?" he said in a whispering tone making me spontaneously hit his arm.

I snorted and inwardly said that perverted husband, because there was a slight chance from me, Mas Pras would act immediately. Especially if I started myself first, he would be happy to welcome her.

"Why even frown Mistress?" he said with a seductive tone.

I thinned my lips together with my breath and then I responded with a headband. There was no way I could have voiced my heart just now. Because of our condition that has just improved, I must try hard not to bring up the side of him that I think is too excessive.

"It's almost too late, then Mas better go first," he said after seeing the clock on his wrist. He now grabbed and kissed the top of my head. "Mas go to work first and Mas try to go home on time. Do not do heavy work and do not hesitate to ask for help from home people," said Mas Pras advised me.

"What hard work, most only eat and sleep," said I grumbled that at home there is no other job besides that.

Mas Pras smiled broadly showing his neatly looking row of teeth. "It could have been hard work waiting for your husband to get home" he said, which makes me now look at him.

"As for Mas deh," said I who this time chose to resign rather than me serving him he would be really late or maybe undo himself to go to work.

***

Not according to what he said, this afternoon Mas Pras actually arrived home early. But even though he was at home, he was still busy with his work.

Like at the moment. For almost three hours he struggled in front of a laptop screen in the workspace. I also tried to take the initiative to come to him so that he could take a break from his busyness.

In my hand there is now a plate of pudding then I put it next to his laptop so that it can make Mas Pras turn his eyes to me who has been standing next to his chair.

"Why not knock on the door, let Mas help open it," he said and removed his work glasses.

"Intentionally let's not disturb," I said.

"This what?" tanya Mas Pras pointed at the plate before him.

"Cocoa milk pudding."

"You made it?" asked Mas Pras with an unconvinced face.

"Mas not sure," he said sounding disdainful to me but his hand still moved scooping the pudding and directing it into his mouth.

I bit my lips, anxiously awaiting his comment. "How's it feel?" I asked the impatient.

It was actually the result of my experiment that was accompanied by Bik Mar in cooking it. At first I just saw a TV show that showed me how to process the pudding easily but produced a very tempting taste and look. But theory is not like the practice Cheff taught on TV. The results I made physically are not the same as Cheff's but said Bik Mar and Mbak Siti the results I made are worthy of being called pudding.

Mas Pras for a moment seemed to think and said, "Less a little sweet."

I was disappointed too. Though less just a little, maybe if I had added more sugar dose would be—

My monologue suddenly stopped. I gasped when Mas Pras pulled my arm and forced me to sit on his lap which then cupped my face followed by ******* my lips.

Then after that he said, "If this is so sweet it's fitting."

I hit her chest this time. "Why is it such a hobby that it makes hangers!" I said annoyed because I was amazed at the actions that often act unexpectedly.

When I was about to move, Mas Pras actually held my waist. "Mas wants to talk" he said seriously.

I didn't realize it but now I'm looking at him.

"Tomorrow Mas to Samarinda."

"Make?"

"There's a new branch opening there."

"Workshop?"

Mas Pras shook his head. "Car showroom."

I nodded in understanding because Mas Pras did have that effort, even though I knew it from someone else. And I try not to make a fuss. "How many days?" tanyaku later.

"For a week at most" he said, accompanied by a moving hand stroking my cheek gently. "Is that too long?" because I did not answer.

I'm nodding. "I think so. But— is also a responsibility. There are some families who depend on the efforts that you lead. For that Anna felt no objection, "I said trying to understand it. Because sometimes Mas Pras went out of town for work but previously he said with reason to mention the business of the workshop.

"Thank you. Mas will be back soon and you can ask Mas whatever you do not know from Mas," he said pull my hand and kissed it.

"Anna believed the same Mas," I said to her with a faint smile and a brief kiss on the corner of my lips.

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