Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Roses 25

The son smiled wisely, he could not bear to continue this conversation. All the words of the Rose make the Son see the truth. The rose was already in love with her, otherwise it was impossible for the girl to react like this.

"You jealous?" ask the Son slowly and carefully.

"Why should I be jealous?" disprove Roses.

"Yes, because you love me. You just don't realize it or don't want to admit it."

"You're too sure. I don't want to fall in love with a man who thinks of having several wives." murmured a Rose while throwing his face aside.

The son again grabbed the face of the Rose until the girl was forced to look at the face of the Son again.

"You love me." the Son asserted in a soft voice.

"That's why you're jealous of a woman who doesn't necessarily exist." The son moved closer so that the face of the Rose was only a few inches away from his face.

The Rose's heart was beating fast, he had never been this close to the Son. He could feel the breath of the Son on his face, warm and make his blood rustle. Moments later the Rose felt her blood flowing in the opposite direction, or perhaps her heart had been turned upside down in her chest cavity. Some of his body suddenly became hot, but others felt cold. The rose was eager to say something to deny the Son's words, but his tongue was a hoax and his head was empty.

Slowly the lips of the Son descended near the lips of the Rose, and when their lips touched the Rose felt her brain completely stop working. He could only think of the warmth of the Son's lips pressing on his lips gently. The Rose stomach seemed to be stirred by the sensation that directly rose to the upper part of his heart. His blood flowed faster as his heart beat spurred. The rose could not open its eyelids, its body could not move.

When the warm sensation began to creep and spread throughout his body, suddenly the Rose felt the lips of the Son away. Roses jerked, eyes gnawed, tangled with what he had just experienced.

"You've taken your medicine?" The son asked lazily. He wanted to keep kissing the Roses, but suddenly he remembered the Roses that all day looked pale. The son swallowed his saliva trying to resist the urge of desire that was still stirring, plus seeing the appearance of a different Rose from the previous night.

"Be..yet... I forgot, "Roses answered nervously and embarrassedly. He is still not fully aware.

"Where did you put your medicine?"

The rose shakes with a bangtung.

"I forgot."

The son growled softly, which he wanted Rose to take his medicine immediately and immediately resume his delayed kiss. The head of the Son spun around looking around the room looking for a packet of Rose medicine. And getting upset about not seeing him. With wide strides the Son immediately went out of the room looking for a Rose medicine that was somewhere. Not long after, Putra returned with a plastic bag containing medicine.

Deftly the Son opened the packaging of each medicine and put it in the hands of the Rose.

"Drink your medicines." tell the Son to take a glass of water over the nightstand.

Without saying a word, Rose swallowed the medicine one by one until her palms were empty, and after saying her thanks she immediately laid her body on the soft mattress back.

The son returned the empty glass to the table and then let out a long sigh while laying his body against the Rose. After a few seconds in silence, the Son spoke.

"What's wrong? You seem to want to say something."

"Hmmmmm... Son why do you have fur on your chest?"

The forehead of the Son is confused when he hears the question of the Rose which he thinks is strange.

"Why indeed?"

"I've seen Om Bambang bare-chested, but he has no fur" replied the innocent Rose.

"Yes not everyone has it." said the Son.

"Then why do you have one?"

The son scratched his head which was not itchy, looking for the right answer.

"I also don't know, it may have been inborn."

"Ooh gosh!" rose eyes bulged in shock.

"Why you?" ask the confused son.

"I've never seen a baby with fur on his chest."

The Son's laughter broke out, the shock made Rose's expression turn confused.

"I mean, maybe a descendant. When I was a baby, it was the same as any other baby. Funny and smooth, these feathers just grow when I'm pubescent." explained Putra.

"really?" rose's face looks relieved to hear the Son's explanation and it makes the Son want to laugh again.

"It seems you're so happy to hear that, why?" ask Putra.

"I can't imagine if one day our son has breast hair like you" said Rose with a smile.

A glimmer of hope warms the inner Son.

"You want to have a child with me?"

The rose is conscious and silent.

"Well, maybe later, I don't know what the future will be like."

"Why do you doubt?" ask the Son while shifting closer to the Rose.

"A.ak.I don't know what it's like." replied the Stammering Rose.

"What flavor?" cut the Son impatient.

According to Putra, Roses must be encouraged to tell stories, if always waiting for the initiative of the girl, it is impossible thought Putra.

"You must know what it's like, you've been married before. And I haven't."

"What flavor? I didn't know you didn't tell me."

The rose looked at the Son's eyes fixedly, took a breath, and whispered softly.

"I don't know what happens between a married man and a married woman. And I don't know what it's like."

There are some things that occur in the head of the Son, but too many things happen in domestic relations and the Son does not want to think too far.

"Try to be more specific, there are many things that happen to both men and women. Which part do you mean?"

"Relationships... A relationship..." Rose could not continue his sentence, he twisted his brain to find another way of revealing.

"Like kissing and.... And the next one that causes pregnancy. I mean the process to get pregnant, not to get pregnant. Aiiisss I don't know what to say to you. That's a shame." The rose covered her blushing face with both of her palms.

Son nodded. Now he understood what made it difficult for the Rose to speak, other than nervousness.

"Ooh, you don't know what that feels like?" now replace the brain-twisting Son. It turned out that he also had trouble finding the right words to explain it. After a moment of silence, the Son finally found a brilliant idea.

"I can't tell you what it's like, but I can help you know what it's like. Of course it's not what it really is, it's just close to the taste. Although the wisdom is different of course. You wanna try it?" ask Putra.

"Help how?" interest in making the rose straighten its body.

"Would you want to or not?"

"Is that painful?" rose asked anxiously, for she really did not understand.

"Not at all! I'll make you as comfortable as possible."

After a moment of silence, the rose sounded.

"All right, I want to..."

It's okay, Rose. You guys are married. If this experiment results in pregnancy, no one will blame you.

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