My Boss Samuel's
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I never thought time would go so fast. Every second, minute, hour and day I go through feels so fast. It feels like just yesterday Sam and I were dating, applying and getting married but ... It does not feel like now we have lived life as a husband and wife for almost a year.

Almost a year. And now I'm sure it's not really a short time. If I think, during that time we both have been through a lot of things together in building a household.

But slowly, the household that I thought was fine began to feel 'empty'. Sam and I are fine. He was still a husband who adored me so much, never commented on my actions, always doing my best.

Nothing has changed from him, he is still the perfect one.

And I'm starting to feel like an imperfect wife. I started to feel like something was missing, but I didn't know what it was.

Sam seems to be getting busy, especially PT. FASHION NOVA has now added several new company branches. And Sam always managed to attract some big buyers and investors into his company. Not infrequently he reached several times overtime until midnight, while I began to get busy with the activities of becoming a lecturer that I began to like.

“You're overtime again?” I flanked the phone in my ear with my shoulder while I was tidying up the Quis Students' papers.

“Iya.” Sam replied briefly, it seems like he was busy reading the report.

“So later tonight I eat alone again dong?”

Sam was silent for a moment. “If not, you go to Mama's house only later I pick you up there.”

I sighed, staring at the papers strewn across the table. I'm getting tired of running to Mama's house every time Sam's overtime. And what pisses me off, he's just gonna pick me up in the middle of the night. By the time I've started giving up the drowsiness that hit.

“I'm at home aja.” I said slowly while sitting on the chair.

“Not anything?” in asking flatly.

I'm shaking. “Nothing.”

How else would you like? Free to visit him in the office as well, I would only die of boredom waiting for him to finish his endless work.

“Ya already, later when you get home update me.”

“Oke.” I close the call and stare at my old phone screen. The photo that became my wallpaper was a picture of Sam sleeping, this photo I took when we both visited Papa Carlisle's house, in London.

I looked up, beginning to miss the times I could relax with Sam without thinking about work.

But the more his company advanced and grew rapidly, the less time with me.

My intention to stop working first was to spend more time with him. But apparently, even Sam himself who seems too late in the work and forget that he also needs a break.

Since I knew Sam was a work maniac, all the work he had to complete perfectly and on time. But these past few months it's started to bother me. I longed for the moment when she argued with him, when he scolded me for something trivial, or even I missed his childish jealousy.

But now everything really feels bland and monotonous.

“Not home, Del?” I looked up and found Mas Arlan looking at me.

I smile. “New to go home, Mas.” I said as I went back to sorting out the papers I was going to bring home for me to check at home.

“Today is busy yes.” For almost a year I learned a lot from Mas Arlan, he was kind and not boring. Always excited to exchange ideas and tell stories. And he is also the youngest lecturer here who is not married among all male lecturers, it can be said Mas Arlan is quite sweet.

“Yes, Mas, enter trisemester already busy. How many classes today, Mas?” I asked while putting the papers into a map.

“Four, and this also has a tutoring schedule as well with the students.” Arlan smiled at me. “Next week you will join the training in Bogor?”

Oh yeah, I just remembered. Next week I have three days of training in Bogor with my fellow lecturers, and I haven't had time to tell Sam this. Yes, every day he came home at midnight and left early in the morning.

“Del, how dumb?”

“Eh?” I turned and looked at Mas Arlan. “Again tired, Mas. I first ya.”

Mas Arlan nodded as I said goodbye to him, with lethargic steps I walked towards the lecturer's special parking lot on this luxurious campus. Oh yes ... There's one thing I haven't told you yet. Said the students here I was the most beautiful lecturer in this campus. Even if not the wife of a conglomerate in this country, they would not believe that I am married and have the status of a wife.

So not infrequently if I was walking among the hordes of students, they would be pretentious to me. Luckily I was good, so I smiled.

I stepped into the house. The house feels lonely, always like this. Although there are three ART assistants who live here, but they are also resting after a day of taking care of the house. I stepped up and sat in the living room. Feeling the silence of the house that began to feel familiar to me.

“Mother just came home?” I turned my head and found Aunty Asih bringing me a glass of water.

“Iya, Bi, thanks.” I grabbed the glass and swallowed it.

“You're in masakin what's tonight, Bu?”

I shut up for a moment, then shook my head. No more appetite. I just want to take a shower and sleep all night. I also had no intention of waiting for Sam to get home from work because at what time he would be home.

“No need, I will cook by myself aja.” I stepped into the room and began to take off one by one clothes, standing in front of the large glass in the bathroom and staring at the reflection of myself.

They look tired and not excited either. I took a deep breath, then stepped into the shower room and began my bathing ritual and hoped that today my feelings would be much better.

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I felt a kiss on my forehead and a drop of water dripping down my face. I opened my eyes and found Sam sitting on the edge of the bed still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hai.” Sweep it while smiling.

I smiled, grabbed her cold hand and held it tightly. “Hai, just came home?”

Sam nodded, crawled up onto the bed and slipped into the blanket. Then take off the towel and throw it on the floor.

I smiled, slipped into his arms and let him kiss my face. Then the kiss reached my lips, warm and tender, I let Sam kiss my lips in a demanding voice. His hands began to creep into the pajamas I was wearing. Groped my stomach and went up to cupped one of my breasts.

“Emmh.” My eyes were stuck in his kiss. I really can't resist the touch.

It didn't take long for Sam to take off the pajamas I was wearing. He kissed my lips again, then came down to my neck. One of his hands had even been playing around and rubbing my thighs with a sensual gesture. Makes my breath more intermittent.

And my breath was almost restrained when one of his fingers began to creep into me. My chest puffed up and Sam quickly smeared the top of my breast. I could only close my eyes while squeezing Sam's back hair, enjoying every touch he gave me.

When the release was about to come, Sam immediately pulled his finger and quickly immersed himself in me. I started squeezing the bedsheet strongly as Sam started moving wildly inside me, pulling and then raining in one swift motion.

“I love you, Adelia.” He said as he moved to pull away and then went back to punch deeper.

Our lips re-united, while Sam continued to move wildly in there. I've always loved the moment where we fused and he moved uncontrollably. Only then did I see the real Sam. Sam really can't control himself because of passion.

I like her like that.

Sam was getting faster, stronger and deeper as the release was about to come. Then we groaned along with the trembling body. Our breaths gasping for oxygen.

“Sleep yes.” He kissed my lips and started to pull the blanket. Just a few minutes later, I listened to Sam already snorting softly. I myself could not close my eyes.

My eyes were staring at the ceiling.

No more chatting, joking and playing games together on Sam's phone after sex. Lately, every time you finish making love Sam will just fall asleep. Leaving me bored alone. A lot of things have started to disappear from our routine. I feel like there's something 'empty' in my life.

Sam and I are no longer as passionate as when you were about to get married and in the early days of marriage. Excitement is not in the sense of making love. When it comes to bed business, we are still as hyper and maniacal. But what I mean about togetherness. In the past, as much as possible Sam wanted to spend time with me. But now, he looks fine with his busy life.

I don't want to be narrow-minded. But for some reason, every time I think about this, it's as if a conclusion came to my mind. That the sense of excitement that comes because it does not have, but when what you want has been in possession or achieved, there is no more challenge and all feels so bland and flat.

I faced my body looking at Sam, he looked good in his sleep. I curled up in his chest, hugged him tightly and started to close my eyes.

We're still okay, aren't we?

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TO BE CONTINUED....