Oh My Cecunguk
Kevin and Alia.

Alia smiled, looking at her husband who was asleep on the bed they both were in. He was quite happy even though up to this moment Kevin had never touched him, except when it happened that night. But at least now her husband wants to share a bed with her. Even though he knew Kevin was doing it by force. Because now they both live in Alia's parents' house. "Mas Kevin must be tired. To the extent that he could not change his clothes," he murmured as he approached the bed.

Alia went up to the bed. Lay her body next to Kevin in the minimum possible motion, so as not to wake her husband. In his view the face of the husband who now snores smooth. Doubtfully Alia reached out her hand, venturing to touch her husband's face.

Kevin did not move, as Alia's fingers went down his forehead and nose. Alia is getting more courageous. His fingers continued to move down, stroking the husband's cheek and gently rubbing the man's lips. His mind drifted far away, recalling the events of that night. The night the owner of the lips touched his whole body. Give him unforgettable pleasure.

Alia regained her senses and hurriedly withdrew her hand. Kala Kevin suddenly wriggled and changed his sleeping position. Now he lay down, facing Alia. "Don't go, Ly," muttered Kevin with his eyes closed. Alia looked at him disappointed.

The girl turned her back, turned her back to her husband. She has been married to Kevin for three months. Don't touch it, just look at it Kevin like he's not. It was as if Alia was so disgusting to that man. Maybe all Kevin had in mind and heart was Alea. Even in her sleep, her husband still mentioned her name.

Alia wiped away the tears that slid without excuse. She pityed herself as luckless as Alea, her biological sister. Alea was born beautiful and healthy. Unlike her less attractive and sick self. Not only that. When the two are together, people always praise the beauty and cleverness of the brother. While looking at Alia, their faces look different. The people also praised her beautiful but her speech sounded half-hearted, just to please Alia alone. In addition, some close relatives from his family also often compare him and Alea.

That's what made Alia hate Alea. Because he envied the brother who is loved and liked by many people. Not like him who feels only loved and loved by his parents.

Alia froze, as Kevin's hands clenched and clenched her body. His feelings are mixed. At first he was very happy because he thought Kevin finally wanted to touch him. But the happiness only lasted a little. Her feelings are again hurt when Kevin again mentions Alea in his sleep.

Slowly Alia released Kevin's hand that was coiled around her body. Then get out of bed and run to the restroom. He sniffled in there. When he came out, he found Kevin was awake and buttoning his shirt.

Alia walked over to Kevin. Pick up her husband's dirty clothes lying on the floor, near the bed. "Where are you going, Mas? It's late" he said as he walked over to the dirty laundry basket, which was in the corner of the room. Then put the clothes he brought into the basket.

"There's important business. Wait a minute" said Kevin without looking.

"Can I know? which important business do you mean," asked Alia, again.

Alia smiled wryly. What kind of client would meet in the middle of the night, he thought.

"Don't see him, Mas" said Alia, forbidding.

Kevin turned his head, looking at his wife who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You have no right to ban me, Alia," said Kevin coldly.

"I'm entitled, Mas. You're the husband and father of my son-to-be, of course I have the right to forbid you from meeting anyone else. Especially if you want to meet ****** that. I know, Mas. The one you met wasn't a client but Alea, right?"

Kevin walked over to Alia. His jaw was hardened, his eyes were burning. He did not accept Alia mention a lover who is also his sister-in-law an ******. The title is very inappropriate if it is addressed to Alea, a woman who until now was able to maintain her honor and purity. "You're right, Alia. In writing, I am your husband. But there is something you should know. I will never think of you as my wife. I married you just because I wanted to take responsibility for the mistakes you made. If you hadn't been me, I would never have married you, Alia!" Kevin snatched his jacket lying beside Alia. Then pass away.

While Alia could only stare at Kevin's departure with teary eyes. His chest felt tight to hear the words of Kevin who hurt his heart so much.

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