Nackal Duda
Dance Effort

Utari

"I? Why me?" my question is still with an innocent expression as if I don't know what Om Agas wants.

Om Agas is now stroking my innocent arm. The one rope dress I was wearing apparently managed to arouse Om Agas desire.

"You're tasting you."

Om Agas brought his body closer to me. His nose touched my arm, making my hair goosebumps.

No. gabe. I have to be strong. I have to hold on.

"Isn't it?" ask me while taking a step back.

Om Agas smiled. "Yes, I want more."

Om Agas approached with a smile full of intent and purpose. He gently stroked my arm, trying to arouse my passion.

"And I have given my crown." I cast my gaze from Om Agas' muscular stout body and held my hand as hard as I could to keep it from touching.

Om Agas is like a statue sculpted perfectly by the Owner of Power. Wonderful, why Mbak Tara left Om Agas is near perfect.

Oh yes, Sister Tara. I have a mission and I have to make Om Agas want me. That is what distinguishes me from the rest.

"Now I want to ask for my ration as your husband. May it?" Om Agas lowered my dress strap, but I'll raise it again.

His eyes showed disappointment.

"Don't you get satisfaction from other women?" sindirku. "Because it wasn't yesterday that Om didn't come home?"

Om Agas who was at the end of his desire still said in a heavy voice and improved me.

"But now I want you." Om Agas' left hand traced my face, rubbed my lips gently and descended down my neck.

I admit, the electricity in my body seemed to electrocute when her gentle touch made me want her so much. Who is strong with the charm that Om Agas has?

"Mh... Going to bed now?" Om Agas buried his face in my neck. His breath felt hot on my bristling skin.

Maddened... I can go crazy holding every touch from Om Agas. What I'm dealing with is a former widower who's experienced dealing with women. It is not a simple man to be taught first.

Every touch is a temptation to my soul thirsting for the love of Om Agas. It's hard to hold it.

Om Agas started to kiss my neck and gave me his little bites. While her free hand began to rise into my chest.

Notwithstanding. Don't let him touch my weak spot or I'll bend my knee mercilessly to him.

"I... Will serve Om." I said in a stern voice withholding all desire. "Originally... I promise you first..."

Om Agas' left hand lowered my left dress rope, exposing my assets.

"What promise?" the hand of Om Agas who wanted to touch me I pat gently, not want to make him hurt. However Om Agas is a husband that I get not by the easy way, I also do not want to lose him.

"Stop playing outside." Om Agas stopped the action. "If Om does that, I will serve Om."

I can't believe Om Agas actually stopped in the sense of an actual stop. He pulled himself away from me and looked at me sharply.

"So you won't serve me?" his hand was now folded on his chest. Lost is a heavy voice but so longed for affection that was heard. Now the remaining firm voice and look in the eyes of someone who began to be hit by emotions.

I know what I'm doing is gonna make him mad like this. But I have to do it. All for the good of our home.

"I'm not saying that I don't want to serve, Om. I've even handed over my crown to Om, "I put my arms around Om Agas' neck. "I'll serve Om, but I ask for one. Don't look for satisfaction outside. Including Ms. Cici."

Om Agas looked at me sharply. Maybe Om Agas thinks I've been presumptuous already belongs to him now even dare to submit requirements. Where is there a wife who put forward the terms like I did?

"If I don't want to?" He asked me back.

"Mh... Yes, if you don't want to... Yeah don't touch me!" answer me without thinking.

It was unexpected that Om Agas was distancing himself from me. He let go of my hand on his neck and said firmly. "alright. I'm not gonna touch you!"

Om Agas then turned around and took the clothes in the closet. He did not go back to the room and chose to sleep in the guest room.

Oh Allah... What did I do wrong? Can't I ban my husband outside?

I offered to give him satisfaction, but could He not leave his pleasures outside and just vent them on me?

It hasn't been a week and my house has had a fight. How will you face the days ahead?

Households based on love are not necessarily strong to face the storm that comes, let alone my household based on debt of gratitude?

I woke up in the morning, fulfilled my duty and prepared breakfast for Om Agas.

I made him warm milk and toast. The fastest and simplest breakfast. I used to wake up before the dawn of the Adhan. This time I was bad.

Not because I can't sleep thinking about Om Agas, but because I watch Korean dramas. I saw Korean movies and imitated what they did to seduce her lover.

First, stock. I made a simple meal. The most important thing is that Om Agas has to get used to my cooking. If people say, attract a man with his stomach will be given his heart.

Before Om Agas woke up, I took a shower and changed my clothes with tight shorts and t-shirts due to the rather large size of my chest.

Second, smile. I smiled as Om Agas arrived at the dinner table. Warmly welcome the husband who was lashing to me.

"I make warm milk and bread, later I make fried chicken and my own nuggets. What do you want for dinner?" I asked dinner to make sure Om Agas gets home tonight, don't wander off somewhere else.

"No need to bring supplies, I buy them outside." answers that make me disappointed, but I will not give up.

"Better food from home, Om. Healthier and cleaner. In Om's office there is a microwave so it can be warmed. The nugget I made already had vegetables in it. That must be nutritious" I deliberately rambled to make Om Agas give up.

"OKAY. Bring aja!" answer with annoyance. Must be early in the morning has been lectured at length.

I brought the provisions and drove Om Agas to the front of the house.

"Of!" call me.

"What else?" he asked lazily.

"Not forgetting!" I gave the blue color to Om Agas who received without a smile.

"Of."

"What else?"

I extend my hand. "Congratulations."

Om Agas sighed. "Yes" she said, giving her right hand for me to kiss.

"Om coming home tonight at what time?" I have to make sure my husband comes home. Don't play outside. "What is Masakkin Dance?"

"What time is it. I can't touch you either!" resounding.

"Who said?" I pushed myself forward and kissed Om Agas' lips. "Later home soon! I cook special."

Om Agas was silent for a moment, not expecting that I would be so aggressive.

"L-yes" he replied with a sigh. He got into his car and I waved my hand until the car disappeared at the turn.

I smiled at Ma'am Tara who had been a spectator since then went into the house.

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