MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 86'S
Zalfa did not move from his position. He breathed, a little awkward. Somehow the situation in the room was suddenly strange and the hawanya made a tick. Is it because she is already someone's wife? Or because she was in a room with a foreign man who is now her husband?
“I was here just to introduce myself to your mother and sister,” Zalfa chirped rather nervously. His mind felt guilty for his words. But that's what he said.
Arkhan raised a dumb eyebrow, then put his head back on the pillow. “Don't be afraid, I won't touch you if you don't want it.”
Zalfa nodded, looking at Arkhan's body lying on the bed.
Arkhan turned back to Zalfa. “Alright, roll this into a limit. You can sleep over there!” Arkhan placed a bolster pillow in the middle of the mattress. Then he sleeps on his side with his back against the pillow. “You will be safe,” Arkhan said with his eyes closed.
Zalfa slowly approached the bed. Then lay the body on the mattress that is part of it. His eyes were closed with a raging mind, the guilt of his attitude towards Arkhan terrorizing his little heart.
God, forgive me!
But will God forgive those who know the law but violate it? Oh, my God, why is this so scary?
“You remember the incident at the hotel back then?” Arkhan asked still in an unchanged position, turning his back on Zalfa.
Hearing Arkhan's words, suddenly the incident in the hotel at that time again flashes back in Zalfa's memory. He remembered the first time he felt the sensation given by Arkhan. He remembered how the man had touched her, he remembered how the man had made her scream small, as well as when Arkhan had taken off the seed in her womb. Although all of that happened when he felt very sleepy and almost unconscious, he could still feel it. Zalfa immediately shook his head while lightly hitting his head. Only a little mentioned about it, his memory works very quickly and looms everywhere. Oh gosh.
“Do not discuss it again,” reply Zalfa annoyed. He was in a position that also turned his back on Arkhan. “What makes you feel like constantly discussing that?”
Arkhan smiled faintly. He did not expect if it turned out that Zalfa was disturbed by the question earlier. “Not that I mean bring it up, I just wanted to ask, are you suspecting someone in that case?”
“You mean?”
Zalfa thought. But then shakes. “Nobody set me up.”
“Then why did you get in my room?”
“I'm wrong in the room.”
“And finally got married wrong. I shouldn't be your husband, shouldn't be your ex.”
“Already, forget!”
“I can't forget, I'm sure this happened not by chance, but it was planned.”
“There are no bad guys around me,” Zalfa replied in a slightly raised tone. “So don't guess. What else suspects my family's setting me up. There's no trap, you're the one who's wrong about this. When I entered the wrong room, the bed relationship between us would never have happened if you had not taken advantage of the situation. You shouldn't have touched me, you should have kicked me out. Why are you fucking me?”
“That's what makes me feel like there's a scandal behind our case. I touched you not only as a normal lust for my maleness as I woke up, but someone had given something to my drink so I could not hold my lust. When I was in a state of desire, you were present before me. How can I handle it? It's scandalous. It's planned,” Arkhan said flatly.
Zalfa. “Do not try to find excuses so you are not to blame.”
Lazy to argue, Arkhan no longer answered. His forehead folded thinking.
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