Sacred In Stain
Midnight Activities

Chapters 123. Midnight Activities

The day is past midnight. The sky is getting full of drizzling spots. Seduce the inhabitants of the earth wrapped in blankets in the contest, in the warm embrace of the lover of the heart.

In the spacious soft bed with light blue sheets, a woman looks awake. Occasionally turning his lying position slowly, while next to him a handsome man who collapsed under one blanket with him was already snoring finely, a deep omen ambushed him.

That woman is Khalisa. He could not sleep even though the clock was showing at one o'clock in the night. Rebah supine, Khalisa lingered staring at the ceiling sending his mind wandering. Trying to drive away the grubbiness that comes from pent-up longing. Wanted to reveal the wedge in his heart to Yudhis, but fear was considered even burdensome.

Khalisa turned his head to the right, looking at the sleeping man who was hugging him. Who knows when to steal hearts and reign in souls without realizing it. Making Khalisa who had lost hope and trust in the name of love and marriage, desperate to open the heart again, even though for him like a trial of guts.

And his impulsive reaction to break the bed in passion was a reflection of the fear that comes from the wounds of the heart, the fear of losing again when he was tethered again vibrating the charming romance of the heart.

He observed the perfect handsome sculpture that was only one inch away from his face. His lentic fingers felt thick eyebrows as well as Yudhis sharp nose, giving a kiss there. The echoing sigh of gratitude has been met with this extraordinary figure, a little expel the muddle that is raging in the mind. Sometimes it still seems to be in disbelief that all the wonders of the universe that are gradually siding with him are real.

“Why not sleeping?” yudhis said hoarsely, still with his eyes closed, pulling Khalisa docked in his arms. “No fatigue?” tanyanya, while trying to open the eyes wrapped in heavy drowsiness.

Khalisa gasped, not expecting Yudhis to wake up. “I just haven't drowned. My brother slept again. Sorry, I made my brother sleep so disturbed,” great-grandson Khalisa.

He pulled the blanket up, squeezed his cheek in the warmth of Yudhis uninhibited breastplate and slipped his arm into the husband's back, rubbing it gently. “Ayok, sleep again,” says Khalisa.

“What's up, hmm? Just say it frankly. Do not get used to being buried alone, not good for the health of the body and soul. Shouldn't the husband and wife share in things? The title alone shares a life story. Which means in it includes sharing likes and sorrows, hard and happy, healthy and sick, not just sharing warmth under the blanket,” said Yudhis. The final intonation of his sentence was a typical seductive, sexy tone of speech that only Yudhis addressed to a Khalisa.

Khalisa weighed in, still hesitant to speak. However, the sentence Yudhis just now encouraged him to vent the rampage that stuck in the chest.

“I .. I.” Khalisa paused his sentence, biting his lip later. “I miss Afkar,” she continued softly, very slowly.

Yudhis, who was chatting with clenched petals, now opened his eyes. Gawking for a moment, then lowered his gaze to reply to the gaze of Khalisa who was looking up at him.

“Sorry. I forgot about your feelings that must have missed Afkar. I was too focused on the case of winning custody as well as my other work, to the point of forgetting this important thing.”

“Nothing really, Bang. Don't apologize. My brother has nothing wrong with me. I was very grateful because Brother was so serious and persistent to do a lot of effort for me and Afkar. It's just that sometimes I cry, miss wanting to hug my son directly. Sorry, if my words were less pleasing,” said Khalisa who now felt bad to see the biased eyes of Yudhis who was clearly wracked with guilt. “Already, don't think about it, Bang. Forget it.”

“You to Bali? Meet Afkar?” suddenly tricked. “We leave tomorrow if you want, the next trial is still a pause. The next week we have free time. About my other work can still be handled remotely.”

“Hah? That is, ki-we flew to Bali for real?” Khalisa even stammered at Yudhis offer, his heart pounding erratically, between pleasure and surprise.

“Iya, actually. Is there a Bali KW?” cananda Yudhis, funny with Khalisa's expression.

“Acplane so?” great-grandson Khalisa again, looked dazed.

“Iya, Darling. Take a plane, not take Camel.” The pull of the two corners of Yudhis lips rose and widened.

“Seriously? You want me to meet Afkar?” Again, Khalisa asked, wanting to be sure, distrustful to hear Yudhis offer, worried that her husband was just delirious.

“Serious yes. So how? When do you want to leave? I also wanted to play with Afkar. Also, we go there and we count all the simulations of a temporary honeymoon. I haven't had time to take you a planned honeymoon to a place that I've wanted to visit for a long time with the woman I love, who should have been the honeymoon was part of the wedding gift from the husband to his wife.”

“Can go tomorrow?” pinta Khalisa innocent, like a child who eagerly bought sweet candy when recovering from a toothache, could not hide the enthusiastic twinkle in both beautiful eyeballs.

Yudhis chuckled, stroked Khalisa's head and kissed his forehead affectionately. “Ready to do, Mistress.”

Seriate.