
...47. Wear Love?...
While Argha was cleaning her body, Elmeera was busy surfing on her social media account after ordering food online.
Without wind and without rain, for some reason Elmeera fingers just type the name Argha Tama in the search icon of one of the social media platforms to upload photos and videos.
Elmeera is curious, Argha who previously she knew was very active on social media because it is a cafe singer who has quite a lot of fans...is after marriage, Argha still active on social media? Reply to the comments of netizens who are mostly girls. Is her husband still odd-ganjen not clearly the same girl?
"Cih... still very active turns out..." Gumam Elmeera slowly read one by one the comments of netizens who want to be made Argha as a lover and some comments Argha reply with jokes.
Argha came out of the bathroom and saw his wife very focused on her phone. That made Argha curious. Argha also approached the bed where Elmeera was busy playing mobile phones while leaning on the headboard.
"About the handsome so the cocky ass." Elmeera muttered making Argha smile while looking at the screen of Elmeera's phone.
"El.. hunt for baths.." whispered Argha right in Elmeera's ear making the master aghast until his cell phone was thrown at the side of the bed.
"Eh. gosh! Arghaa!" Elmeera rubbed her chest with pouting lips.
"Ngagetin anyway! thankfully I don't have heart disease." Elmeera said that emotion and used the word 'gue' again.
"What the hell did you see? how focused until I didn't realize I was here." Argha said pretending to glance at the screen of Elmeera's phone that was still on. As fast as lightning, Elmeera immediately grabbed her phone and locked it.
"Ciie look at the picture of her husband... handsome huh?" Temptation Argha who can no longer bear to see the adorable face of his wife.
"What the hell? Very GR!" Elmeera.
"Well, I'm handsome, right?" Argha also put his cute face near the face of Elmeera to make Elmeera shake.
"Don't be so confident! It's not handsome! but a cocky ass!" Elmeera.
"Still selling expensive, even though a few hours ago I was satisfied." Argha said again. Elmeera is upset with the behavior of Argha who likes to tease and tease her.
"Meshyum Basar!" Elmeera said with a ketus. Elmeera then began to move from the mattress with a blanket wrapped around her body.
"Darling, am I not handsome?" Ask Argha again.
Elmeera turned her back and looked at Argha sharply.
"Jelek, bummer, ngeselin!" Ketus Elmeera's.
The idea suddenly appeared in the mind of Argha just saw his wife walking like a duck to the bathroom wrapped in a blanket.
The set!
Argha pulled the blanket Elmeera was wearing a little rough. The outcome?
"Armghhhhh!" Elmeera screeched as her body turned slightly to face Argha due to the sudden pull of the blanket from Argha. Elmeera spontaneously covered her two precious assets with both hands and with a flushed face.
"Chaaaa!" Shouted Elmeera with a reddened face from embarrassment mixed with emotions. Her husband always surprised her.
"Maha..." Argha laughed with satisfaction at being able to judge his arrogant wife.
"Reverse my blanket Gha!" Elmeera said with eyes glaring at her husband.
"Why use in the cover-up of all El? I've seen, touched and enjoyed it all." Argha said casually as he walked towards Elmeera.
Seeing her husband walking towards her, Elmeera reflexively rewinded her body. Not funny if it is repeated again and again a few hours ago when the stomach starved like this.
"Don't macem-macem Gha, I'm a laper!"
"I just want one El macem." Argha said with an ignorant smile, but Elmeera knew that her husband's gaze was filled with passion again because of his plain body that was clearly displayed.
"If you're macem again, I'm bales you Gha!" Threaten Elmeera who is already in fangs mode. Elmeera turned her body back to the wall.
"You're bales? yaudah bales aja.mumpung I still use a towel doang. So if you want easy bales, just pull the end of my towel once."
Elmeera grew furious, talking to Argha that there was no win.
"Betaway Gha!" Elmeera's Order.
"Jawab first, I'm not handsome?" Argha had locked onto Elmeera's innocent body without a thread. Elmeera swallowed her saliva.
"Gee..."
"I'm not handsome?"
"Why are you so narcissistic?" Ask Elmeera.
"Jawab was Elmeera, am I handsome? If you don't answer honestly I won't let you go."
"No! there are absolutely no handsome ones." lied Elmeera.
"Your body really is opium El." Argha muttered close to the nape of Elmeera's neck. Argha suddenly misfocused, even though Elmeera had not yet bathed.
"Help me God, not that I don't want any more... But I swear I'm really a laper, is Argha no lapernya the same food and no satiety the same sex?." Inner Elmeera.
The Ting Tong Ting Tong...
Argha's lips almost landed perfectly on the neck of the Elmeera level but the sound of the doorbell actually disturbed the two humans who were in a tense condition to be awkward.
"Damn." Umbat Argha in heart because of the intention of the heart to tempt Elmeera even his little sister thrashed behind the blanket.
"Gha Bu. The hunt is open.it must be the bulge that delivers our food." Said Elmeera feeling saved from the savage lion that was in front of her eyes.
"Hmmm. You take a quick shower, we eat." Argha. Elmeera immediately ran towards the bathroom as Argha slightly moved away from her body.
"You really are El!" Argha's shout made Elmeera instantly curse.
...***...
Argha was warming up the Betawi soto that had been delivered by ojol a few minutes ago while Elmeera was still with her bathing ritual.
Until this moment, Argha was still not familiar with the role he was in. It still feels very empty, his relationship with Elmeera is Gista's request, and having intercourse also because of mutual need. Elmeera needs a child even though Argha gives her a pregnancy-preventing drug until Elmeera is ready to become a mother. While Argha needs the channeling of desire. That's what Argha is doing right now.
"Why did you warm up Gha?" Elmeera asked who was walking towards the mini kitchen where her husband was busy.
"Yes, it's a bit cold. Long wait you take a shower, if you eat soto or soup less cold is not good."
"Sorry for you to wait a long time. Can I help you?" Ask Elmeera.
"No need, you just sit down. It's just sitting in the bowl really." Argha. Elmeera smiled seeing Argha very painstakingly struggling in the kitchen, while she felt very foreign to the kitchen furniture.
"Laper right? nih eat.. after that we continue the next round." Argha thrusting a bowl of soto in front of Elmeera.
Elmeera sighed harshly, Elmeera felt herself to be made into an impingement of lust by Argha alone.
"Aren't you tired of Gha?" Ask Elmeera.
"No! Not satisfied I opened his fast after the age of 14 years puberty to 27 years I hold it all."
"Basar beshum! all men are like you, right? anything to direct him there?" Elmeera and Argha asked.
"Especially the eyes of the men if you see you wear sexy work clothes, honestly make their minds so wild imagine your body if innocent." Honestly Argha made Elmeera choke.
"Uhukis... Uhuk .."
"Slowly..." Argha thrust a dossier of plain water on Elmeera and Elmeera drank up to the toilet.
"Did you think that way before we got married?" Ask Elmeera.
"Hmmm..." Argha nodded.
"Therefore, as long as you are my wife, I do not want to see you dressed too tightly and openly, they are unclean clothes. You're like peddling your body for free El." Argha.
"Speddling my body for free? then what about you Gha? you touched me, but I paid you?" Inner Elmeera.
"Gha, I don't want you to set it up like that. I'm comfortable wearing my clothes! And my confidence increased when I put on my clothes that you said were haram."
"I'm your husband El."
Elmeera immediately put down her spoon violently.
"Yes you are my husband, but among us there is no love for Gha! even you touch me based only on lust, lust and lust! So you have no right to over-regulate me."
"If you don't use lust, what do you want me to wear? in love?" Argha smiled blandly.
"It's not that you never believe in a man's love for a woman and vice versa." Argha.
Elmeera was silent for a moment.
"I have no appetite!" Elmeera said, then moved from the dining chair to return to the room.
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