Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter 190 Self-Awareness
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In the morning, as usual, Riska will be awakened by the sound of the adhan from her cellphone, she began to blink her eyes while inching leaning on the head of the bed.
His eyes frowned, as he saw that there was no man who had fallen asleep next to him last night. He looked around for the whereabouts of the husband.
"Is he awake?" murmured Riska, while moving towards the bathroom.
Tapping slowly on the door, afraid Keenan was inside. However, he had repeatedly knocked, there was still no answer from within.
Slowly Riska began to open the bathroom door, until she was again confused because there was no Keenan there.
"Where is he?" asked Riska, she chose to take a bath first, and carry out her duties as a Muslim, before seeking the existence of her husband.
Finish with all morning routines. Riska walked outside the room, she spread her gaze across the room, looking for her husband.
However, already going around the unit what friend Keenan belonged to, he had yet to discover the whereabouts of the man.
"Is he in the study?" he muttered, looking at the door of Keenan's study that was still tightly closed.
She frowned deeply, because after marrying Keenan, she never found her husband there this early.
Standing in front of the door of the study, feeling confused, knocking or opening the door. Many times his outstretched hand was about to touch the door in front of him. But repeatedly he pulled it back.
Exhaling a long breath, after he found the decision and was about to touch the door handle.
Cklek.
The door opened slowly, Riska circulated her gaze through the dark and quiet looking room, like there was no sign of life inside.
Enter very carefully, until his eyes widened when he saw the husband asleep in a chair with a messy state.
"He slept here?" murmured Riska, while walking towards Keenan.
"Abang," Riska rubbed Keenan's shoulder, trying to wake him up. But there was no movement from her husband.
"Dragon!" call Riska slowly, until finally Keenan looks disturbed.
"Luna!" muttered Keenan while upholding his body with mta trying to open.
Riska frowned when she heard the muttering from her husband, in her heart she asked about the name that Keenan had just mentioned by accident.
Even with the blink of an eye, he changed his face again, and just behaved normally to Keenan.
"It's dawn, Bang," Riska said, as soon as Keenan had started to blink his eyes.
Keenan wriggled his sore body, while circulating his gaze around him.
'Geez, I fell asleep here' muttered Keenan's heart, upon realizing his whereabouts.
"Sorry, Ris. Last night I had a job" Keenan said, trying to explain to his wife.
"Heem," murmured Riska in response. He had a glance at Keenan's desk before going out first from the study, leaving Keenan alone.
Keenan looked at Riska's back, which was getting further away from her sight and slowly disappearing as it turned towards their room.
Slowly he got up from the chair, stepping out of his study with a body that was in pain in some parts.
"Abang shower first, I was flanked for prayer," said Riska while preparing prayer equipment for Keenan.
Keenan looked at Riska with a complicated gaze, then continued his steps towards the bathroom.
A while later, Keenan came out of the bathroom, he exhaled a rough breath, upon seeing that his room was already empty.
No more Riska's presence there. Keenan stared at the nanar, his self-prepared prayer equipment not far from where he stood.
Since marrying Riska, her worship now feels more diligent than ever. Riska always watch over her worship, to prepare all her needs.
On the other hand, Riska had already started to prepare breakfast for the two of them, with her chest feeling tight for some reason.
"Why does it hurt?" murmured Riska while raising her head, resisting the urge of tears.
"Why did he explain that it was a lie?" gumam Riska's.
His eyes began to turn red, with his chest becoming increasingly tight.
"God! Obviously there are no files or signs of the former working there" he added, with a slick laugh.
Over and over again he tried to deny all the feelings, although in the end, he could not help it.
"Conscious, Ris .. You guys are not married out of love, so it's only natural that she has another woman out there" she said, patting her chest repeatedly, trying to break the tightness.
"You are so inappropriate, to be with him. If only there had been no such incident, until now you would never have been in this position!"
Comforting himself with his own words, even if it happens later, even further adds to the wound in the heart.
His hand picked up something he had stored in his pants pocket, a photo he found lying near his feet, shortly before waking Keenan up.
"Is she Luna? It is worthy that you love this woman. She was so beautiful and graceful, I didn't even have the tip of her fingernail, when compared to her," Riska said.
"What cooking?"
Keenan's voice behind him, making Riska aghast, quickly hid the photo back in her pants pocket.
Looking back with a smile that is trying to develop.
"Beat breakfast. Brother, want some coffee?" ask Riska.
Keenan continued his steps, he hugged Riska from behind, with his chin held over his shoulder.
"May I make ginger? I don't seem to be feeling well" Keenan complained.
"Which why? It hurt?" ask Riska, trying to see Keenan's face.
"A little bit, my head feels throbbing, probably because last night slept incorrectly," Keenan said, as he stuck his face in the recess of Riska's neck.
"Yes already, Brother, sit down first, let me make it while the baby first," said Riska.
"But I want to be like this." Keenan even more exerted his embrace. His nose inhaled in the scented scent of his wife's body, deep.
"Dream, how do I make ginger wedang, if it's hard to move like this?" said Riska, turning off the stove in front of her because she was difficult to move.
"Abang just rest in the room, let me later bring wedang ginger all with breakfast to the room," said Riska.
"So soon, let it be like this in a moment" muttered Keenan, closing his eyes, enjoying the warmth and comfort he had from his wife.
Riska loosened Keenan's embrace, then turned to face her husband, sticking the back of her hand on Keenan's forehead, to measure the temperature.
Sure enough, her husband's body felt hot, with a slightly pale face.
"Come, I'll take you, brother, to the room" said Riska, holding her hand around Keenan's waist and taking her to the room.
Riska laid Keenan's body on the bed, slowly. However, moments later Riska's shriek was heard, as her body was pulled by Keenan to the point of falling over her husband's body.
"Abang, what the hell?!" cebik Riska is upset.
"My company" said Keenan, with his hands hugging his wife's body.
"But, brother, is sick," Riska said.
"Just a minute, accompany me. I want to be in your arms, "please Keenan.
Riska took a deep breath, then allowed Keenan to do anything on her body as she did.
No hot scenes or full touches of seduction. Only a warm embrace with a loving caress was so soothing, that Keenan slowly fell asleep in that comfort.
Comfort of a wife, who tampa aware has made it so dependent on the existence of Riska in his life.
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Patience, this is only a day last night, already on esmosi aja🤭
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...Seriate...