MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 105'S
Thirty minutes passed.
Arkhan laid his body on Zalfa's side.
Silent.
Only the sound of Arkhan's breathing was blowing loudly and racing fast. Slowly, the breath returned to normal. Arkhan turned his head towards Zalfa who was lying on his side, covered in a thick bad cover all the way to his neck. Yes, the woman covered her body up to the neck, even her chin was almost touched by the blanket. Arkhan could only stare at a portion of Zalfa's face. Although Zalfa lay on his back, his face turned away from Arkhan.
“You're sorry?” arkhan asked while sitting down to be able to reach out to Zalfa's facial expression.
But Zalfa hid her timid face by turning away from Arkhan's gaze. “This is my obligation.”
Arkhan nodded in relief. For at first Zalfa considered their marriage not a real marriage, and in Zalfa's view Arkhan was not entitled to ask for inner satisfaction, but Arkhan had violated it. Success if Zalfa changed his view.
Arkhan stuck out his hand and grabbed Zalfa's chin, then forced the face to turn to face him.
“I'm sorry for making you feel scared.” Arkhan shifted his body towards Zalfa. He half sat with his elbows propped up on the mattress to hold his body position. Then his hand slipped into the bed cover and touched Zalfa's arm, touching the woman's fingers.
Zalfa did not reply, only staring at the shady gaze of the man before her. He did not expect that Arkhan's men could be that gentle, even appreciating her as a woman by apologizing.
“Did you enjoy our relationship earlier?” arkhan Lirih.
Instead of answering, Zalfa's face was red. The woman turned her gaze then got up while wrapped around a thin blanket on her body and walked towards the bathroom.
Arkhan smiled faintly at the manner of his wife.
Along the way to the bathroom, Zalfa lowered his head staring at the floor.
“Hah?” zalfa shocked as he hit something hard muscular. He looked at Arkhan who had been standing before him until he unconsciously hit the man's body.
Arkhan stuffed the tip of his hand into the pocket of the shorts he was wearing. “You take a shower?”
“Ya.”
“Come to the bathroom with me, I'll help you clean your body.”
“Ah, no!” Zalfa's face was getting red. “I can do it myself.”
“Now!” Zalfa passed Arkhan still with a lowered face that was warming up. God, I don't know why she's so embarrassed after doing that relationship that she enjoys, and he believes Arkhan must know the pleasure that Zalfa felt considering that the man noticed every expression created on Zalfa's face as the incident took place.
Basic men! He was teasing me on purpose! Zalfa made a furious.
Again, the corner of Arkhan's lips was drawn slightly to look at Zalfa who passed by him and then his wife went into the bathroom.
After bathing, Zalfa was confused because he forgot to bring a towel or kimono to the bathroom. Then how will he get out of the room without a towel? There was no way he could re-wrap the blanket that had been soiled by the stains onto his body.
With a beating heart, Zalfa leaned his body behind the closed door.
“Arkhan!” call Zalfa.
“Hm. Yes?” arkhan replied from the outside.
“Can I ask for help?”
“What?”
“Please get me my towel.”
“Where?”
“On the balcony, I sun it there.”
No answer heard. Shortly after, Arkhan heard a voice near the outside door. “This is the towel.”
“Julkan aja into if I have opened the door,” exclaimed Zalfa with a face that somehow suddenly heated up.
“Ya.”
Zalfa opened the door a little, then Arkhan's hand stuck in and handed him a towel. Zalfa grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body.
TB