President Cilok
120 Unendurable love

Have a heart that does not hate, a smile that never hurts and a love that never ends. Therefore, life is full of the twists and turns of the journey that make each human being to put himself in the best position in facing the strange problems of life.

However, the past can be a valuable lesson for everyone who has gone through difficult or happy times. However, not a few people are still trapped in a situation that shackles freedom because of the past.

And actually compassion is in humans who can understand the weaknesses and shortcomings in themselves. Then rise from all the downfalls and make yourself more powerful than ever before.

Like that, the consciousness that is being noticed by Wulan. She told me about something her husband wanted to know. He does not want to become more protracted in the strange problems that should be considered not a problem.

“Farhan is my childhood friend, he is the one who has saved me from the immense siege of big waves.” said Wulan lirih, he lowered his head while remembering the figure of Farhan.

Damar closed his eyes, said the savior? Akh. Damar thought, is he jealous of those words? Shouldn't he be thankful that someone saved his wife's life? Damar rubbed his chest, trying to neutralize the feelings that began to be overwhelmed by the jealousy of his wife's past.

“At that time, I was 10 and Farhan was 12. Before that fateful incident, he gave me a necklace.” for a moment Wulan paused, he stared at the white pendant necklace that was on the table extending in front of him. “She said, want to make me her boyfriend, if we are adults. But..” back Wulan let out a long sigh.

Damar still faithfully listened, without even interrupting Wulan's explanation.

“But, fate says otherwise, the big waves devoured him and took Farhan somewhere? I've been looking for him for the past 10 years, even asking for help from my friends who work in the state intelligence agency. But until now.” Wulan hung up her words. He shook slowly.

Seeing Wulan's expression that seemed to be very lost to Farhan's figure made Damar sigh that felt heavy. Of jealousy? Huh, I'm jealous! Why and what is it with jealousy, why is it so heartbreaking. Can't you cooperate with a jealous one? Then Damar thought, to convey something that was in his mind. “If you met your childhood friend, would you really be his girlfriend, or even his wife? Then what about me?”

Wulan rounded her eyes to hear Damar's chattering. She looked at her husband's face from the side. Wulan shifted her sitting position, she sideways by resting one leg on the sofa. “What do you really want to say? Are you not satisfied with my explanation? Or are you even suspicious of me?!”

Damar turned his head towards Wulan, satirizing by moving his eyes to look at the pair of neutrals who were staring at him. He did not answer Wulan's question. Damar asked back, instead,

“How now, are you relieved?” damar asked, continuing to observe Wulan's facial expression.

Wulan gave her eyes, looking at the hourglass in the corner of the office room Damar. He just nodded thinly.

Damar sat with his left leg on his right leg, he leaned his body closer to his wife. Swiping the Rikma of Wulan slowly. “I'll help you find Farhan, but from a terrible natural disaster. Just in case you deviate from hope, have you prepared your heart to receive any news?”

Wulan shifted his attention, he met with Damar. “A long time ago I prepared a spacious heart,”

“Do you love her?” cetus Damar, affirming his voice.

Wulang frowned, slightly tilting his head. “Do you still have doubts?”

Damar shrugged his shoulders. “Come on!.” he unfolded his legs, then stood with a waist rack. “Everyone can commit a violation,”

What's violation?! What offense did he mean?! Wulan shook her head slowly. “Lumrah, to do not trust fully others,” Wulan went up and walked closer, standing next to Damar in the opposite direction. She looked at Damar's face, which showed the firm jaw of her husband. “But... if you doubt me, don't blame me, if I could one day leave because I feel bored of your useless suspicions!” he asserts that she is a woman who is really lazy to suspect without any obvious cause.

Wulan thought, what else makes Damar doubt. Didn't he tell me who Farhan really was. Does her husband not believe? Oh bullset, love is all about it. He walked past Damar, and suddenly two burly hands wrapped around his waist. Grep.....

Damar hugged his wife tightly from behind. “Do not go anywhere.... Or you'll find me, in a mental institution.”

Wulan shook her head slowly, she rolled her eyeballs lazily... What else is he talking about?! I'm marrying a crazy man! But I love, halah-again because of love.’

“How about the discussion in the car when delivering your ex?!” ask Wulan sok indifferent, but even though he was very curious.

Damar shook his head, shifting the position of the hand that was coiled in his wife's stomach. More dominating upward until it reaches the neck of the wife, and then fumbles the area of the twin hill mounds that are still tightly wrapped in a white shirt. “No important thing, he told me that he wants to meditate in pesantren.”

“Be-really?” stuttering, feeling cold heat found her husband now more aggressive. Wulan lowered her head, blinked at Damar's hand which began to grope the area in front of the chest, a little later the hand that had originally felt, now turned into a squeeze. “Ah..” Wulan screeched in surprise. Still in his normal level, Wulan asked again. “Then, what about your ex's warning about the Opik plan?”

Any more... Damar shook his head hard. “Do not think too much, do not take it lightly! I know how to handle Opik.” he replied casually.

The golden area of her chest could not be restrained, making Wulan feel more amused tapping.

Wulan was surprised by the arrival of Bokir who was already standing in the doorway with a staff behind the pellet-headed man. He patted Damar's arm. However, her husband was reluctant to budge, and even more tightened his embrace. Wulan felt increasingly amused while Damar kissed the niche of her neck.

“Droom, no Bokir!” wulan grunts with teeth joined together.

Damar lifted his face, looked at the door and saw Bokir standing with a staff. But he is still in the same position. Just move the position of his hand that originally squeezed one of the chewy hills, back coiled in front of his wife's stomach. “What is Kang Bokir?”

Bokir looked at Damar, lazy. “Crazy well you two, friendly yet friendly. But not in the office too keles!”

Still hugging Wulan from behind. Damar replied in a santuy tone. “Indeed, wrong wife, put it on the table there Kang, later I take.”

Wulan felt in a position like this made her embarrassed, to stare at Bokir. Moreover, a Bokir knows what his habits used to be as if allergic to men. But now it is inversely proportional.

Hearing Damar's reply that sounded nyolot made Bokir feel good... He took a long breath. “And.”

Bokir and a staff member put a blue map on a small table next to the entrance of the office.

“Don't forget to close the door, Kang! And thank you,” exclaimed Damar. “I want to continue something!” continue without awkward.

Wulan clapped Damar's arm.

“Walah... angel-wes angel!” Bokir bobbing heads look at Damar's behavior. “Don't forget there was a meeting at the Borobudur hotel this afternoon.”

“Hem..” dehem Damar. Still reluctant to let go of his embrace, even though he knew his wife was feeling uncomfortable.

Bokir and a staff member came out of Damar's room, while shaking their heads at Damar's behavior.

After Bokir died, Damar momentarily let go of his embrace, he walked towards the door and locked it.

Wulan was astonished by Damar's attitude.

Damar resumed his action, he clutched tightly Wulan. Smells the niche of his wife's neck. Making Wulan squirm amused, his right hand pulled the collar of a white shirt worn by Wulan, to show his wife's shoulders are white clean and the buffer rope (sensor) colored cream. Damar swallowed his saliva, he smeared Wulan's shoulder. While his left hand squeezed one of the twin rubbery hill mounds.

“What do you want to do? It's not possible here, is it?! ” asked Wulan with bated breath, there was a sensation of arousal held back.

With a single fist, Damar turned the body of his wife who was well. with a resplendent waist size, his shoulders were flat, twin hills that fit in his grasp. Plus her sensual lips, hm. What a beauty to be grateful for. He rubbed the end of the rannum lips, the ranum lips that made his first kiss. “We will do it on the sofa.” he said in a heavy voice.

Wulan blinked looking at Damar's face which showed the passion of a normal man. “What?”

Damar silenced his wife's sensual lips, so as not to ask many questions. He pulled Wulan to stand on top of him who had been sitting on the black sofa. His hands fumbled down every trace that was supposed to touch the slender body of his weighty wife.

Wulan began to feel comfortable with every step of Damar's hand clothes, he began to open one by one the maroon shirt that Damar wore and returned a warm embrace and kissed the husband's chest.

Damar replied better.

And so on to a point that is equally mutually beneficial.

“Aaahhh..”.

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