Sacred In Stain
Deserve Me?

Chapters 100. Deserve Me?

Jerked.

Yes, Yudhis was jolted waking up from his near-real erotic dream just as the release in his dream was over. A pair of netranya open nyalang in that second too, along with the roar of fireworks flashing irregular.

The central effect of his boiling stiffened at the time before going to bed as well as the longing desire that was desperately buried, making his sleep nature reflect his pent-up desire. That is peppering the bride beloved sister, bringing it to the point of an inevitable hot dream. Moreover, in his sweet dream with the idol, Khalisa was the one who guided him, taught him to fly to nirvana, making him even more longing to worship.

And the wet dream this time is almost like real because for men it is certainly not the first time since they are puberty, maybe because the figure that is loved and wants to be brought to combine love is right in the arms, so it feels different than usual.

When Yudhis was about to wipe his face he was made aghast again and again, glaring at his own hand, because it turned out that his big palm landed on the soft-boiled part of the insensitive woman who was still asleep, cupped in there. Even the side of his legs coiled up the body of the bagina under Khalisa, trapping the angel of his heart in possessive decapitation.

“Astaghfirullahhala’dzim.”

Hurried Yudhis pulled his hands and feet, afraid that Khalisa would wake up and catch his hand when he was lulled. It is appropriate that the sensation of touching the object in a dream feels real, because it is in fact palpable senses.

Resting himself quickly, Yudhis rubbed his face violently over and over again. Then he glanced at Khalisa whose position was no longer on his back when he woke up earlier, but collapsed on his back. Leaning at the head of the bed, Yudhis observed Khalisa sleeping while breathing in. His hands were itchy and outstretched, landing the backs of his hands on the smoothness of Khalisa's cheeks.

“Hey, is this your intoxicating pheromone effect that turns out to be dangerous? Or is it the shivering of the burning feeling in my own heart that turns to make me intoxicated to the unbearable dear to you, Khalisaku, my heretic, my wife?” said slowly.

Yudhis continued to be angered by Khalisa's pure innocence focused on Afkar, so he was slow to pick up on the high-powered love signals emanating from Yudhis for him. While pulling up the blanket that came down to perfectly wrap Khalisa's body so as not to get cold.

“Wait, what is this?”

Yudhis who was at home for a long time looked at Khalisa while enveloping something distracting, shifting focus on the secret part between his legs. He bought it, when he realized his secret boiling point wrapper felt damp and wet. The impact of his erotic sleep this time really made him drenched, not just a wet dream.

“Haish!” Yudhis jumped out of bed, flushed into the bathroom grumbling and scrambling his hair in frustration. Immediately flushed himself by not forgetting to read the intention of mandatory bathing to eliminate the big hadas at three in the morning.

After the death of Yudhis, in the room, now Khalisa's eyes open perfectly staring straight at the ceiling. Yudhis did not know that Khalisa was disturbed and woke up from his sleep when Yudhis mumbled in his dream, delirious to say love over and over again with rampant hands. It's just that when Khalisa was about to wake up from his bed, Yudhis woke up first, so Khalisa broke his intention and chose to pretend to sleep closed his eyes tightly, rather than having to deal with awkward situations.

Khalisa felt his own honest heartbeat lately often beat unusual whenever Yudhis showered him with attention spilled. However, Khalisa always quickly brushed it off. Insecure, it is also impossible that the figure of Yudhistira Lazuardi was impressed in another sense for him.

Tilting his sleeping position, Khalisa rolled a glance at the photo of Yudhis placed on the bedside nightstand, so handsome charming in an expensive suit.

Khalisa examined his raging mind after hearing Yudhis speak adoringly as he pretended to sleep, stroked his head gently, covered him attentively, deliriously said love for him and called him my wife.

All these things slowly opened up the fog inside Khalisa's head, that he and Yudhis were now real husband and wife not just about Afkar's custody, legal partner, halal partner. The thing that Khalisa never thought to wade back an ark called marriage was also a household that had traumatized him, nor was there in the desperate plan he had woven together with Afkar before.

The next day, Barata and Maharani must return to Bali because there are some urgent matters that require their presence. Initially Maharani planned to stay in Bandung longer and only Barata would go home, for the sake of the mission to succeed the child who has never spoken the word love on a flower so that it is straightforward to reveal the taste of women who have been married through a special express line.

However, the problem here now is Afkar. Afkar who lately stuck to the Maharani sulking do not want to be left, want to go along. Especially if there was a Barata, the boy immediately wanted to be with Barata and Maharani all day, as if the toddler had found an oasis after a long time wandering in the desert. Considering the boy had never felt the affection of his biological father's parents all this time. His meeting with the Maharani and Barata was not long.

Perhaps it is true that children who are still holy are clean from sin, easily knowing who is sincere and not. Just like Afkar now.

“Unda, Af mau Abah cama Oma tantik duyu yes, bental aja,” he said slurred coaxing Khalisa, his lips cut funny and his eyes bully. Calling Maharani as beautiful oma according to the advice taught by Barata energetically.

“Sorry, Sir, Mom, the departure is delayed. Let me persuade Afkar first.” Khalisa carried the child from the living room to the living room. Sit on the side of the bed with Afkar in a sling.

“Honey, Af same Mother again yes, Bu Rani same as Pak Bara want to go back to Bali first. Af can not sulk, is a smart child,” persuaded sweet.

Afkar shook his head. “Butan, Unda, The butan said it,” protest.

“What's not?” sahut Khalisa soft.

“Change cama Oma tantik, butan pak bu pak bu,” he said, turning his lips forward, making Khalisa grimace confused while glancing at Maharani and Barata at a glance.

Yudhis went into the guest room, and Afkar leaned over and asked to be carried to Yudhis, who was sitting next to his mother.

“Om Papa, Af want to join Abah cama Oma tantik first boyeh yes, yes?” her door negotiated while nodding adorable. “You see the sea, Abah system many ailnya, many its.”

“In fact Papi and Mami do not mind if Afkar wants to come to Bali. Next week we will be back here, and Afkar is only a week away in Bali, but if Khalisa allows.”

Barata chimed in the doorway with a smile. What is indeed all this is a strategy with the Empress by bringing Afkar for a while, so that Yudhis and Khalisa can be closer to each other. Also because they love this cute boy, the euphoria of two people who want to have grandchildren.

“Do not, Sir. Fear of trouble.” Khalisa did not disbelieve the Maharani nor Barata, but he felt bad.

Yudhish pretended to think. Starting to understand why Afkar wanted to come for sure because he had become a victim of his papal mombalan who was warm-hearted and very fond of children as well as his mother. Like Barata warmed to him first. It certainly makes children easily broken.

“May if you want to come, but the call must be changed first. Call him Papa, don't use Om. Because right now, Om is Afkar's father, not just Om. Okay hotshot?” yudhis said to Afkar, who made Khalisa blink and looked at him gawking.

Seriate.