My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 78 - The Moon Restrained Night.

"Ck, yes you have .. I took a shower first, the meeting was with Daniel, he brought a different woman than the old one," syakil said as he moved and now unbuttoned his shirt, talking to himself even though Amara did not ask at all.

"What did you say?"

Syakil was silent, deliberately away under the pretext of putting the watch on the nightstand. Deliberately making up free to see how the wife responds, even though she only gets angry, but it feels better than Amara just silence without saying anything.

"Darling ... Are you deaf now?"

Syakil pulled the corner of his lips, his palm landing perfectly on Syakil's shoulder. Sick? Obviously, but he quickly pulled the wife's wrist.

"It seems, too long haven't heard your beautiful voice so this." Syakil blinked his eyes, it seems like he must be trying himself if he wants to be romantic like this.

"What sound? From yesterday-yesterday we always talk together," said Amara briefly while trying to release the hand of Syakil, really this man sometimes a little torture.

Amara did not understand or pretended not to understand Syakil was also confused. However, at this time it seems Amara is not like to joke in that direction.

"Ehem, can you help me with the book? My hands hurt," Syakil said flatly but his hope of being treated so sweetly still exists.

"Why pain? Your right hand is okay," said Amara lazily, he does not care Syakil. It's just that there is a feeling of annoyance that still lingers until he is lazy to be warm like Zia taught.

"It hurt too, it was too many signatures .. My fingers were cramped."

A thousand questions Amara will still find the answer. Syakil looked at him expectantly, he really was exactly a beggar this time. But the man was completely reluctant to do so if not for Amara's help.

"Many reasons, here."

Amara approached, from this distance the two could stare at each other. Just act normal even though the husband began to play his fingers, it has become a habit if Amara opened his tie he also took the initiative to land his hand on some point the wife's body.

"Your stomach is starting to look, if it's big, isn't it heavy?" syakil asked curiously, the question sounded original but it was real.

"Come, what if it's heavy? You want to change?"

The successful answer made Syakil pull the corners of the lips. He could have answered, his wife did not look joking. However, Amara's spontaneous answer often managed to make her smile suddenly.

"If I could .. I alone give birth," answered Syakil seriously, the drama of the birth of Mikhail's daughter is enough to be a spectacle for Syakil if the struggle of a mother is excruciatingly painful.

Long silent, Amara focused on the scar that had now dried up. If only Ganeta had not gone mad, it would have felt like she was avenging the pain that Syakil felt. Absolutely not sincere it feels, Amara wrath every see scratches on Syakil's body.

"Still sore?" amara asked flatly while touching him with the tip of the fingers, wanting it to feel like he pressed like yesterday. It's just that all the injuries he received were not Syakil's true wishes.

"No, it's healed."

Syakil did not want to kill himself, if he answered it is still certain Amara will treat the wound again. Of course the woman will be a little emotional and Syakil is not ready to accept, really.

"But this one hasn't." He pointed at Ganeta's bite marks there, how sharp his teeth could tear Syakil's skin in such a short time.

"Cure, dear .. don't worry."

All right, Amara won't force it. He understood the meaning of Syakil's gaze that seemed to tremble when Amara discussed his wound. Maybe worried if later Amara treated it in an unusual way.

"Go there, or do you want to go?" Amara volunteered, it's a golden opportunity but Syakil thought twice.

"On your own, later we shower is not enough sati hours if it's both .. You can not catch a cold, dear."

The real reason alone, if not for yesterday might have been Syakil who would have forced her to take a bath together. However, considering the wound on his skin is still vulnerable Syakil better hold back first.

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As night approaches, the goddess of the night breaks the darkness. Shining so charming along with the sparkling stars, peaceful and soothing.

It had been a few minutes, Syakil looked at the night sky. Amara was confused as to why her husband liked the night sky so much.

"Tumben tonight here mulu .. not at home in the room huh?"

Too long to wait Amara decided to approach her husband. Since then Syakil always looked up, does his neck not hurt, thought the woman.

"The moon is beautiful, we should enjoy."

"Hm beautiful, means the moon is a girl?" asked Amara who also admired the beauty of the goddess that night, it was beautiful in fact.

"Maybe, then he was very quick to change .. cannot be guessed, exactly you," Syakil said while commenting on his warm smile, the change in mood of his wife was amazingly fast. The most fitting parable is the shape of the moon, Syakil just any analogizing.

"Am I that?"

It is true that women sometimes forget themselves, completely unaware of the circumstances and how she is. The plain eyes and tiny lips made Syakil too anxious.

"Yes, I guess so."

Just the slow breath she gave, Amara actually realized that her mood might make Syakil wonder. However, it happened naturally and he himself was confused why so quickly upset when he saw Syakil's face.

"You depressed me so?" amara asked regretfully, yes once in a while she was aware but not always of course.

"No, no matter how you are .. I still love," he said as if the appeal of an ordinary man, but this time it was different because in fact Syakil loved Amara no matter what his attitude was.

The atmosphere tonight is very supportive if Syakil wants to steal the opportunity. Amara who looks silent and returns her gaze clearly will not refuse if she gives one kiss only.

"Sleep yuk, I'm sleepy."

Too late, Syakil looked at her too long. The man lost his chance, the wife pulled his wrist and forced the man to lie down immediately, it was late at night and Syakil remained

Leaving the sweetness of the couple, far from them under the same sky there was one face that since the beginning of the night had come to look up at the sky.

His smile will not end, his hands trying to reach but blocked the thick glass window. Among the million things she had forgotten, Ganeta kept remembering the night sky.

Maybe the brain is disturbed, but his heart can still talk. She could still cry and laugh when she felt something different when she saw something, and tonight the greeting of the goddess of the night along with the smile of a million stars presented a thin line on her face.

"Purnama .. do you like it?"

"Agha likes it, Ganeta loves the stars."

Wait, Kendrick didn't hear wrong? Tonight he answered, though he did not stare. Yesterday he was completely silent, only tonight did Ganeta answer the question in an unusually rare voice to Kendrick.

-tbc