My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Missing Who Is No Longer Halal

Downstream, perhaps thousands of steps have been created as Naja awaits her husband in fret. His index nail began to be eroded by the actions of Naja's teeth that moved uncontrollably. Every time there was the sound of a car passing by, Naja's head immediately turned and scanned expectantly. Not infrequently he sighed and blew his breath among the cold air of the night that hugged. Sometimes he raises his face, shrugs his shoulders with tremendous tension.

Naja hissed his voice as the cold pierced the arm wrapped in soft satin pajamas, both of Naja's hands resting on the balcony barrier that was palpably cold and condensed. He glanced at the cellphone that had been quiet since, the brown eye bead was moving wildly, then he ran towards the cellphone which was in a rattan swing that hung lazily in the corner of the balcony.

Thumb movements that seemed to have gotten used to her new phone, immediately pressed her husband's number. His body stiffened so that his free fingers squeezed into each other by themselves. She gets more agitated when her husband's number is only answered by the operator.

Naja threw the useless phone into the swing with a padded mattress overlaying it. Stare at the phone with piled up annoyance. Condemn and swear. Although all that did not also relieve his heart fret.

The dew-framed eyes, dancing again among the darkness of the night, between the bright lights that adorn this settlement. Until his gaze was focused on a shadow that looked as dark as night lost its light. His hair was long in disarray, his body was not as good as the last time he touched it. His ripples were sad and calm, as calm as the surface of the lake.

Naja's body now faces Ai perfectly, as Ai appears frozen in place realizing Naja is staring at her. Doubtful, Naja's lips moved to greet him, but the man was as fast as the wind was blowing back into the room behind him.

Naja's lips clenched tightly, swallowing back the greeting he was about to give Ai. Naja's steps swung back, away, Naja turned her back to her past. It is ironic that the story, longing for each other when they cannot meet each other face to face, but now even breath is simple but longing has been haram. Close, but can't hold each other.

Head Naja momentarily turned his head, his past should always be behind. Anyone can have a wish, but not everyone wants to belong. Hearts can love one another, but power determines everything.

While staring at his path, Naja shed all the remaining burden. He must keep his throat lumped, the task is still a lot. It may be more challenging than just running from a problem, but now he has to raise his chin, enough once he loses to the circumstances, when the circumstances must submit to him.

Naja closed the balcony door, pulling the curtains to put a limit on the darkness of a shameless night peering at the light of their room.

“Why is it outside? The air there was extremely cold ...,” such a sturdy voice came from the doorway, forcing Naja to turn her head quickly. Expelling all the restless, gloomy on his faded face changed with a twinkle that was waving through the look of his eyes and smile.

“You're home?” She took her steps running towards her husband. The man could not hide his fatigue and was also relieved to see the woman who had always kept him in the mist was fine and greeted him with a hug.

“If I'm already here means I'm home ..” he replied while tightening his arms. Hugged half his life.

“You're looking for me?” muttered Naja in a longing deck that never ends even though he has embraced it. He satisfied himself lingering there, as long as he had not remembered the shame that used to burn his face. Close your eyes to all the things out there, let for a moment this room become a barrier to the world that urges entry into it. Interfering in a matter so urgent as to be resolved.

“Not ... Why am I looking for you?” the rain of kisses landed softly among the fingers of Excel, “where did you go?”

Naja opened his eyes, raising his face to his jaw as the coral was standing haughty ignoring the glare of objectionable eyes from Naja. “Can't you please me a little? Saying all my words? Is that hard?”

Excel pulls his laughter away, he always likes protests that will benefit him more. It's okay to look bad a little, for the sake of the beautiful that so cheap comes to her.

Those dark eyes lowered his gaze, “I couldn't ...,” his fingers stretched out to rub and pull his wife's chin so that it would be upset. “... give you a little, because I can only give you a lot. I can't agree, because I can only make it happen. It's hard, but I want ...”

Naja blinked, quickly his smile crawled up, floating a red pseudo on his cheekbones. “If you are like this, don't blame me if I easily forget Ai ..!” ketus Naja is made up. He pulled his hand from Excel's body and crossed it across his chest, throwing his face away.

“Good then ... I will do it again and again, keep and never stop ... how?” Excel's hand grabbed Naja's waist and tightened it on his body. The man's gaze went all over Naja's face and emptied into the slivers of lips that moved full of sipu. Slowly approaching, Excel whispered. “... in order that as soon as possible the contamination of the man will soon fade from your memory,”

Breath is simple, and Excel is already on top of it. However, Naja was as fast as lightning away from him, thus making Excel frown and empty.

The pile of wrinkles on Excel's forehead was piling up, he really did not understand what Naja said.

“Do not disturb Tristan again, Cel ...,”

“Interrupt?”

“Tristan ...,” Naja wants to tell you the truth, but he himself is not so sure what Tristan said this afternoon. He still needs to convince a few things. “Just don't bother Tristan, I don't want you trouble later ...”

Excel glued for a moment, he looked at his wife sharply. Suddenly the face returned in a tremendous strain. Not understanding why Naja said such a thing to her. Will Tristan be touched by it? Wh why?

Choosing to throw away face and pass away, Excel takes the towel roughly. Carefully, Excel held back the anger as Naja concerned Tristan, his heart burning. But he did not want to make Naja afraid of him, he was afraid that Naja would really leave if a full word came out of his mouth.

“Please Na... don't make me think that you care about other men.” Excel glanced for a moment at his wife who seemed to be hoping for a word of agreement from her lips.

Naja hunted down Excel who had turned his back, grabbed the arm that was still wrapped in cloth, “Cel ... couldn't you listen to me this time? I ... I'm sure, Tristan is innocent in this. .. Don't you disturb the peace of others. Lag—“

Exhausted, Excel turned his head with a sharp glare accompanying it. “Tristan has also been teasing me by asking you to be something I don't want to be, is it not very clear that he just wants to have you? Is it not clear that his eyes are blatantly teasing you, even though I am among you? Do I always have to think you can't hold me even if I have you, Na?”

“I ... I .. we are not like that, Cel ... really not that, I—“

“Then what, Na? I've known Tristan for a long time.he wouldn't be interested in anything if he didn't want anything from her. I'm sure he really wants you to be his. ..” Excel's chest explodes while saying that. I don't know, how could he be so emotional about Naja. I don't know, he felt like Naja was just his, only his.

“You are wrong, Cel ... You are wrong ... Tristan didn't do that because of me .. but because of you—“

“Ya of course because I ... always because I ... because I'm your husband .. that's why he wants to make me go from you!” Excel wide. Shouting until this room was full, Naja yelled straight away with a grimace of fear.

Excel brought his hunting breath into the bathroom, letting the water wash away his heartache. Sick because Naja prefers Tristan over understanding what she wants, her husband.

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sorry is still what is .. tomorrow revisions again yak .. sorry othornya long up, there are some things that you can not leave .. once again Sorry🙏😍