P2 (POLYANDRY & POLYGAMY)
SAME BUT DIFFERENT

     Zefa, although she has an interest in Dirga, does not think she will relate to the extent of what is on her mind for now. The woman did not know how she would be to Dirga who surely at that moment Zefa still wanted to give her best service to her husband.

     They went through a hot night that night, a night that until this second nothing could interfere. Not having children used them as well as possible to keep trying, Primus wanted immediately but Zefa was still relaxed..

     The woman is resigned, if given quickly will be accepted although it is still not a problem because she thinks if the age of marriage they are still in can just start. It has been a year but there are still many above them but can still be relaxed.

     “Ze, hold on,” exclaimed Primus when he felt he would let out his passion.

     Zepha stopped his movements, slowly they changed positions and Primus asked for a position that would have been right for him and Zepha could feel the achievement to the top of the favor together. The woman wanted to be this way whereas Primus wanted to be so they took a shortcut.

     Their supine Zefa position agreed as the last position to reach the top, the usual position but for them the same could satisfy the taste. Primus moved quickly with pressure that made Zefa shout and gripped tightly.

     A little scream was heard from Primus' mouth when he was about to fire a liquid bullet that was expected to become the forerunner of his descent. Primus' breathing roar was still hunting and a body full of sweat dripped down on Zepha's body parts.

     “Mmpp,” heard the woman's voice as Primus slowly removed the long sword from his wet valley.

     Primus hugged Zepha warmly, their bodies still sweating did not make the two feel uneasy. They enjoy the warmth and affection that is still flowing in them.

     One brief kiss is given Primus on Zefa's forehead while saying, “Still yes dear, i love u.”

     “I am also Mas,” replied Zefa who also gave her a sense of regret on Primus cheeks.

     “We rest well, tomorrow I leave a little afternoon so after dawn we can sleep again,”.

     “Iya mas, I am indeed very tired,” reply the woman with a smile, Primus was indeed a very understanding husband even since they had just been near the man had already seen his attention to Zepha and that was also one of the reasons Zepha chose Primus.

     They began to move slightly away, a thick blanket raised to the top of the chest of the two. For a moment Primus grabbed his shorts and turned to look at Zefa after wearing them. His wife did not move, but she still wanted to disturb him a little by coming closer and giving a brief kiss on Zepha's shoulder.

     “Honey,” a slow reprimand that only answered Zefa muttered without opening your eyes, “you don't want to wear clothes? are you not cold or you deliberately well so that later we continue the second round,” he continued with a whisper of teasing.

     Sontak Zefa slightly thrashed while answering spoiled, “Mas hell anyway, sleep ah there.”

     Primus laughed then he moved away and lowered the room's cooling temperature so that Zefa would not feel cold later. Nothing has changed from the domestic life of Zefa and Dirga even though they have many shortcomings.

     All those financial shortcomings could always be covered by Primus with his affection for Zepha. His attention, and that always makes Zefa a priority to be one of the keys to the woman can not be separated from him.

     Unlike the household life of Zepha and Primus, the situation in the house of Dirga also Milea certainly has a problem but with a different case. Dirga who has everything can not keep Milea's heart even though the man always meets Milea's needs even more.

     The treasure that Dirga always gave her did not necessarily make Milea feel peace in her heart. Often the woman was made anxious and sad even to the point of heartache with the news heard about her husband out there.

     “Mil, until where your cooperation is equal Primus, is everything smooth?”

     Dirga asked after about a week since the meeting with Zefa, they did not communicate and during that time Dirga could not remove Zefa's shadow even though he had tried.

     “Iya Mas, thank you all smoothly,” he replied, “we have found a place and already some goods there, me and Mas Primus just buy a little material and more goods Mas, Mas,” ideal.

     “Emm so, good and hopefully everything is smooth,” reply Dirga who looks less excited today in the eyes of Milea.

     Milea was afraid if it was just her feelings so she did not ask until Dirga was about to go to work she drove him to the door as usual. Milea looked at Dirga several times sighing with a heavy feeling.

     The woman became curious and asked, but Dirga replied that she was fine. Milea did not want to ask any more and she just hoped that today Dirga could work well with a good mood as well.

     “Indeed look well if I'm not excited?” ask Dirga to himself then the man saw his face and himself to the glass, “emm, it looks like it is, my face looks lethargic and indeed I am not passionate anyway,” he said.

      Dirga is very aware and knows about it as well as why he arrived like that. One name was etched in his mind already these few days, Dirga deliberately no longer contacted Zefa but it turned out that the woman did not also contact him.

     Dirga felt reluctant to contact him first even though he really wanted to. He chose to hold back his taste for some time until he felt that he was not strong.

     Dirga told me she couldn't contain her own turmoil so she made an appointment with Raka today but still hasn't seen her short message. Dirga thinks if maybe Raka is still on the bed because she always sleeps before morning.

     Today Primus felt unwell but Zefa could not stop him from continuing to work. “Already Mas, just rest at home there is Alim guard,” said Zefa who tried to resist the departure of Primus.

     “Just a little no problem,” he replied, “oh yes, you just go if indeed later this bad taste is prolonged I will contact you,” he ideal.

     Primus left also because he felt he had a big responsibility with his work while Zefa immediately cleaned the house and tidied up because today he was with some friends in the blue white.

     “Whose number is this!” Exclaim Zefa with a shrunken forehead.