Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter 225 Months Testifying
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Now the two again choose to walk along the coastline, with occasional sea waves wetting their feet.
They stopped and sat on the sand that felt dry. Riska leaned her body against the chest of Keenan who was sitting behind her, enjoying the night breeze with a wide view of the ocean in front of the two.
All of that increasingly feels more comfortable and beautiful, when the dim light of the moon that is scattered on the vast ocean, becomes lighting for them.
Both of them seemed fun to enjoy the calm and quiet atmosphere accompanied by the cold beach breeze. They seem to ignore the atmosphere around them.
Drowning in the romantic atmosphere they created themselves, with love in their hearts.
"Abang, why choose Bali, for our holiday this time?" ask Riska.
Keenan hugged Riska from behind, the back of his hand rubbed gently on Riska's cold cheeks.
"Somehow, I just feel like this is a place that suits both of us" Keenan replied.
Riska slightly tilted her head and looked up at the face of the husband. Keenan immediately grabbed his wife's lips at a glance.
"That's all?" ask Riska, not satisfied.
"Heem, what else is it?" keenan said, again tightened his embrace, after Riska again looked forward.
"Yes, there may be other needs" Riska guessed.
"No, honey. I chose this place, because I think this place, is suitable for us both to spend time together, that's all ... nothing else," explained Keenan, his hand pinched the wrath of the wife's nose.
"Ih, Brother! It hurts!" protest Riska, rubbing her nose that looks flushed.
"Who told you to be funny? I'll be worried about you, baby." Keenan said as he rubbed his wife's nose.
"Uluh-ten, it hurts really, baby," Keenan continued, when he saw the face sulking Riska.
"I can't believe it! Only, brother who says I'm funny, no one else." Riska is still sulking.
"Really, honey. In my eyes, you are funny. What else if you're snacking like this .. uh, it feels like I just want to lock it in the room, let no one else see," said Keenan, a little seduction for his wife.
"What the hell, Bang. It's not clear, why am I in the room? There I ran away if, brother, it's like that." Riska doesn't seem to like it.
"Gak dong, it's locked up with me," said Keenan, relaxed.
Riska throbbed, even though her cheeks looked a little blushing. His hand gave a slight pinch on the thigh of the husband.
"Armgh! Honey, it's a real pain" Keenan lamented, rubbing Riska's pinch marks behind her trousers, which must have been flushed in there.
"Some, brother, there is-there is," replied Riska.
Even so, his hand rubbed Keenan's thighs, so gently and carefully. All of that to give a different sensation and taste to her husband's body. Without Riska's own knowledge.
Keenan slightly straightened his body, circulating his gaze looking around, which turned out to be deserted.
The night felt increasingly late, it was all felt from the wind that was getting colder, hitting the bodies of the halal lovers.
Keenan looked at the clock on his wrist, he was surprised to see the time had shown at eleven o'clock at night.
"Honey, it seems like it's too late, we better go back to the hotel alone," said Keenan.
Riska turned her head, she took her husband's hand to look at the branded clock that was there. His eyes widened as soon as he saw the short needle that had pointed to the Roman number eleven.
"It's not wrong, Bang? Is it eleven?" ask Riska to make sure.
Keenan. He embraces Riska's shoulder and directs her towards the hotel again.
"Geez, because I was too happy to enjoy the night on this beach, I forgot the time" said Riska.
"It's okay, honey. After all, it's not every day we go to bed late and spend time together like this." Keenan gave a warm kiss on his wife's forehead.
"You're so cold, baby," said Keenan, as he felt his wife's forehead so cold.
Keenan then tightened his embrace, providing more warmth for his wife.
After a while, they both arrived at the hotel room. Keenan opened the door with access to his key card.
Riska stared in disbelief at the sight before her eyes. The current state of the room is very different.
Sprinkles of white and red roses that welcome their arrival, plus various other flower arrangements that adorn the entire room, as well as candles of therapeutic fragrance that gives a different taste.
"Ang? Is this really our room?" tanya Riska, with widened eyes, stared at every corner of the hotel room.
"Yes, honey. How, do you like it?" keenan asked, he closed the door and hugged Riska from behind.
Riska nodded, she smiled with teary eyes, holding back the feeling of haru.
"Thank you, brother," he said, in a raucous voice, holding back tears.
"Anything for you, baby," Keenan replied.
Keenan kissed Riska's neck and cheeks, before finally letting go of her embrace.
"I'll go to the bathroom first, yes" Keenan said.
Riska simply nodded in response, she still enjoyed every fragrant and exquisite decoration that spoiled her eyes as well as her nose.
Satisfied to enjoy all that, now Riska wants to take her nightgown in the closet. However, then he just pecked, without taking a single one from there.
"What's up, baby?" asked Keenan, who had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe on his body.
"Well, we didn't go wrong in the room, did we?" ask Riska with a confused face.
"No, the proof is that my key card can open the door. What's the matter, honey?" asked Keenan, while walking up to Riska.
"It's not all my clothes, I remember it's been arranged here, but why is it all changing now" asked Riska.
Keenan smiled inwardly, looking at Riska's confused face, and all the clothes inside the closet.
'This must be mama's job, ' guess Keenan at heart.
"Yes, you just choose the one that is here, rather than not changing clothes," said Keenan.
Riska saw all the clothes that look so minimal, ranging from those that look like mini dres to those that look laughable, so thin and minimal the material used, he said, some can't cover anything.
"What is this shirt? This doesn't even deserve to be called a shirt" Riska grumbled.
"Have it, don't protest too much, just try using one" Keenan said.
Riska then looked at Keenan suspiciously.
"Not me, really," said Keenan, who knew the meaning of his wife's gaze.
Riska finally chose one of the dresses there, and walked to the bathroom.
Keenan, meanwhile, chose to sit leaning on the bed, waiting for his wife to come out.
In her heart she thanked her mother for her innocence.
'I think it's just that Ezra's sister who got mama's prank, it turns out I also got hit' muttered Keenan's heart.
Not strange either, why the mother can run his prank, even though now they are far from him.
All because the hotel they now occupy, is one of the assets owned by the Darmendra family.
Therefore, Nawang still has the authority to order one of the employees there to carry out his plan.
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