MY SWEETIE BOYFRIEND'S
I'M IN PAIN

My Dear Beloved

The sound of worried cries, sweet smiles, laughter and praise adorn our humble home. You're still the same as before. Still beautiful like the first time I admired you.

The cry of love, the embrace of love, makes us both lulled in the blanket of happiness. I want to stop time so that we can be in this state forever.

I want to take you and our little daughter to live in a seaside house with white sand, calm sea and a gusting wind caressing the body, without the hustle and bustle of people dropping each other and the noise of city vehicles.

There I will be a fisherman, our little princess will play on the white sand and you will cook with a fire stove. Life is simple without the glitter of treasures and surely there is only the laughter of happiness in it.

"Darling ... Has Delilah slept?" whispered Dion.

Dila nodded. "It."

"Let's get some sleep, too" Dion asked.

Dila nodded in agreement with her husband's words. Dila slowly moved her little daughter into a special baby bed. Dion activates the camera and calls a nanny to have their little daughter accompany him.

Dion gently drew Dila's hand so that his wife, following in her goal steps. Dila gasped as she watched the back garden being transformed into an impromptu bedroom.

"We sleep here?" ask Dila while staring at the reclining chair with bed cover and pillow.

"Yes, Honey. Let it be romantic" replied Dion. "Tomorrow I'll call people to make a special cottage for us."

Dila lay down on a reclining chair that fit two people. The woman went into a thick bed cover with Dion following her who also broke down.

"When I look up at the starry sky, I feel like the sky is also happy to see the two of us. Small stars seem to smile and give praise" said Dila.

"They're jealous of us, honey," said Dion.

"Why?" ask Dila.

"A man no longer admires bright shining stars. Even he thinks the stars are calling his name to admire his bright light" Dion said.

Dila's forehead wrinkled. "Did the man feel disappointed?"

Dion. "No. The man has his own star." Dion looked at Dila's bright blushing face. He rubbed that soft cheek. "The man had a star in his heart. Stars that exceed the beauty of thousands of stars in space. You are my star that shines upon my world."

Dila laughs. "You're just there."

"Stay like this. Keep laughing" said Dion.

Warm embrace the woman gave. "I can't say anything. A thousand words of love will not be able to express how much I love you."

Dion carried Dila into his warm embrace. The kiss on the man gave. When he closed his eyes, Dion pulled the blanket until the two of them went to dreamland with the sky as the roof and the earth as the floor.

...****************...

Ten years later

"Mama" said Delilah. "View ... Papa's coming home with the doll."

Dila smile. "Your father always carries a doll. This house is already full of dolls."

"I've also brought flowers for you, baby," Dion said.

Dion, an established man who was already heading into adulthood, was getting handsome with an increasingly stocky body. His adult face further amazed the women out there. Moreover, the handsome face was wara-wiri in various media because of the food product business, the property he owned was fairly successful.

Dila is already in the stage of really being an adult. As wrinkles are prevented there are still fine lines on the forehead and around the eyes. Her hair also sometimes falls out.

One kiss landed on Dila's forehead. "Red roses for you."

"Thank you" Dila said, replying to the kiss her husband gave her on the lips.

"Again dong, dear," pinta Dion.

Delilah was busy petting the Barbie doll that Dion had just given her. He did not pay attention to his parents who were making out.

As the youngest child of Dila, the only child of Dion and Bastian's first grandchild, Delilah grew in over-affection. Whatever the boy asks, Dion or his grandfather will obey.

"Deliver me dear" cried Dion.

"Yes, Pa" replied the beautiful princess.

"Just play with Aunt Sari's doll, yes," said Dion.

Delilah nodded. "Yes, Pa."

Soon Delilah ran to call Sari to be invited to play together. Dion winks at Dila, which means he wants a right as a husband.

"Mumped not showered yet, honey. Let's go to the room, yuk," Dion said.

Dila displayed a slight smile. "Come on."

Both went into the bedroom. Dion took off his clothes, and so did Dila. Dila's body is still tight with the sport he is engaged in.

Dion performed his duties as a husband. Hunjaman for the sake of the dream the man gave. He did not see the face of Dila who grimaced with pain due to the punjaman.

Dion kissed Dila's forehead and cheeks. He stopped and opened his eyes as his soft lips touched the salty circles of his wife's cheeks.

"Why crying?" ask Dion.

"I'm in pain" replied Dila who inevitably had to be honest with her husband.

Dion stopped his heat activity. Immediately the man pulled out a blanket to cover the innocent body of the two. Dion wiped away the water that stained Dila's cheek.

"What makes you sick? Are my movements so rude? I'm sorry, honey," said Dion.

Dila. "I should be the one to apologize to you."

"Why? What's up?" ask Dion.

"Nearly twelve months I don't come by the moon." Insanely bowed. "I'm-I'm menopause."

Finally the secret was revealed as well. Dila was also already suspicious of erratic monthly guests. The changes he felt. The sensitive part feels dry until every Dion enters it, will feel sore.

A few months ago Dila was still able to endure it, but the last two months she was tormented. Dila was unable to tell Dion the truth. The woman could not let her husband be disappointed.

In this period, Dion was increasingly incessantly screwing Dila. The man almost every night asked without knowing his wife was in pain.

"Why didn't you say it? I really hurt you. I torture you every day. Forgive me, dear," said Dion, holding his wife's hand.

"I can't serve you anymore. I'm the one who tortured you."

Dion. "No. I'm not gonna do this again. I don't want you to be in pain."

Dion felt guilty because he had tortured Dila. If his wife had told him from the beginning, she would not have asked to be served.

Dila clasped the hand of the man she loved so much. He kissed the back of Dion's hand for so long as he shed tears.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"It's okay, honey. It's not the end of everything" Dion replied.

"May ...." Dila looked at the handsome face before her. "Married again."

Seriate.

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