Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Seasons 2 - Doesn't Impact Anything

Walking in a gontai, Khaira chose to enter his room. Her tears are still breaking. Fanny's words, they're just words. However, when you find out that there is a woman who blatantly wants to be her husband's second wife, which woman's heart is not sick?

Feeling that Khaira and Radit need to speak from heart to heart, then Mother Ranti intends to invite Arsyilla to the Bogor Botanical Garden. Give time to both parents. Plus the pregnancy hormones that can greatly affect Khaira, so Mother Ranti and Father Wibi let Khaira and Radit alone at home.

In his room, Radit is still trying to calm his wife who this time again chose silent mode. The man crouched down in front of his wife to be able to solve the problem right now, "talk dong Darling. If you don't talk, how do I know what's in your heart. Each of us has promised to be open to each other" he persuaded by holding Khaira's hand.

Khaira just lowered her head and cried. As if reluctant to share with her husband now.

Feeling that his wife was silent, Radit then stood up slightly, without the man's cue carrying Khaira and carrying her carefully to the bed.

While Khaira looked surprised, her two eyes fumbled at the sudden act of her husband. However, the woman still chose silence.

Once he was on the bed, without talking much Radit as if supporting Khaira under him. Using both elbows to hold his body so as not to overpower Khaira, especially the piercing of his stomach because his wife is currently two-bodied.

"Do you want to tell a story or just shut up?" Radit asked with a position that was above his wife.

While underneath, Khaira only blinked her eyes a few times. How he should tell in such an intimate position. A position that really makes him uncomfortable. How can you tell me in such a position?

Just a minute waiting and his wife still did not make a sound, Radit then brought his face closer. The man greeted his wife's lips so quickly. Smell it slowly, taste it in such a way. Slowly, the man bit his wife's lips to break in to deepen her kiss. As if the waiting time is unanswered, then Radit will make his wife want to talk in his way.

The man closed his eyes and began to deepen his kiss. In fact, one hand tried to caress the side of Khaira's face which made Khaira actually fell into a game triggered by her husband. How could her husband kiss her so deeply while she was in silent mode.

Not stopping to speak, the man explored his wife's neck and left a warm, wet trail there. Making very wife can only close her eyes and once squeeze the bed sheet under her.

The man then stopped his activities for a moment to see the face of his wife who seemed swollen after crying. He tidied up his wife's hair strand, "don't be so negative-minded Dear ... Because for now until forever, the woman I love and want is just you. There's nothing else. Promise." The man spoke so seriously that it made Khaira shed tears again.

"Sstsss .. don't cry anymore. I'm here for you, honey," After that sentence slid, Radit again landed his lips on his. Kiss it, kiss it, caress it, grab it so gently. Hope the kiss he gives can calm his wife. All the feelings of love, all his feelings for his wife that made him really he couldn't take it anymore. The man slowly unbuttoned from the pajamas used by his wife. Slowly but surely, his fingers opened the four buttons in the pajamas. As soon as the pajama button opened, the man lowered his exploration into the delicate epidermis of his wife's skin. Sweep it with his kiss, caress it with the tip of his tongue, and also feel it with his palm.

Until the sobbing that was originally done by Khaira, it turned into a whisper and hiss that made the woman several times move her legs nervously.

Not stopping there, the man then opened the hook from the back of his wife's back that gushed two peaches that looked ripe and seductive. Greeted the two and brought them inside his mouth.

Everything the man did seemed to drive him crazy, even losing his consciousness. All he wants to do is continue his activities until he reaches the peak of romance.

As if he could no longer bear it, the man took off his clothes and allowed the absolute innocence that would accompany the two for a while ahead. The man then, slightly opened his female legs slowly. Unite himself, move in rhythm. Several times the man closed his eyes and growled. Accompanied by a gentle gesture, the man then lowered his head and again grabbed his wife's lips. Wipe it off, before letting go.

While Khaira returned to embrace the warm body that actually impressed the heat of her husband in his arms. The woman even some moaned and further tightened her legs to circle her husband's waist.

The asductive movement that was slowly soft, turned deeper and faster. Accompanied by a shortening of breath, the man finally dropped himself on his wife's body. He closed his eyes and stabilized his breathing.

When he felt better, the man pulled himself up and took his wife in his arms, "still on the brakes or story?" Ask his wife again.

Not yet answered, Khaira just scatters her head to the chest of her husband. The woman was silent and refused to answer.

Radit lowered his gaze in order to see his wife's face, unfortunately only the strands of her hair were visible, "we have promised to be open to each other. Now, story, if you're still in it, I'll add to your punishment. This way you can tell a story, right?" He asked while peeping the top of his wife's head.

"I count to three, if you're still on the brakes, I'll add more," he threatened, of course, only to tease his wife.

The threat from her husband succeeded in making Khaira shudder in horror, until finally the woman cleared her throat a little before starting to say, "so I heard Fanny talking to Mother, she wants to be your second wife. As a woman, as a wife, which heart doesn't hurt when you hear other women talking like that?" Eventually, Khaira told me.

Radit then tightened his embrace. He tightly wrapped his wife's innocent body. Even his hands rubbed gently his wife's arms a few times, "all of which had no impact whatsoever. Heart, me, everything is just yours. There will be no other. Hold on to this, besides you don't think too much about it, because I won't let another woman disturb our household. The ones in control of our household are husband and wife, me and you. So, let's strengthen each other's bond." The man spoke solemnly.

"Is my love not enough for you? Is my body that always reacts like this to you not enough?" Ask with a witty.

Khaira then unraveled her husband's hand for a moment, the woman changed her position slightly so that she could look him in the face, "I'm sure of you, Mas ... It's just that sometimes I'm afraid of outside temptations. I love you so much, Mas ... Love is so much with you. Until if you can, I'll museum you. Only me, Arsyilla, and our family have seen you. I don't like to hear other women talk like that. It is the natural impulse that arises from a wife who wants to always be first and foremost in her husband's heart, mind, and life."

Hearing the confession and how his wife behaved, Radit suddenly became so warm. As a man, as a husband it is undeniable that he likes to be loved with this much love by his own wife. Then Radit brought Khaira over. Hugging it so tightly, "i love you so much too, dear ... I Love U So Much." The confession of love from the man was heart-wrenching to Khaira.

Until the woman shed her tears again and hugged her husband tightly while the two were still completely innocent. "I Love U Too Mas Radit."

A warm hug, a hug that becomes the language of love that the lovers love each other. Radit then smiled and peeked at the top of his wife's head, "Honey ... If love is any more, right? One more serving, we're at home with just two."

After being so serious, finally the mode mode of the man named Radit was not lost. Take advantage of the time when both are only at home. Khaira snorted angrily and hit her husband's chest, "isshhss, just 15 minutes later. You're not tired of it, are you?"

Quickly the man shook his head, "not tired. Can dad? Mumpung Syilla walks the same way. After all, when else can gini-ginian in the daytime like a day."

"Oh my goodness. The kid wants 2, still in mode." Khaira spoke while shaking her head to see her husband's behavior as if a freedom fighter who always has a fighting spirit 45.