Silently Married
The Part 60
"Can?" the door with a hoarse tone and foggy eyes.
Oh my God .. don't tell Blue to ask 'Him' to die me, Nggit thought, thought. I really am not ready. Help ...!
"Region ... " The sound is getting heavier. "Can?" please once again.
Inggit began to rouse, as the glare with Blue's embrace began to loosen, the man was anxious himself, without Inggit's reply, immediately sipping on the neck of his fingers that were exposed for real. Inggit grimaced, and was amused, with a million thoughts beginning to surround himself.
In one blow, now that the man has changed position, Inggit under Blue with the man curling and locking him possessive. No matter the confused and riled up face of his wife, Blue lunged by giving another sensation to his lips. Inggit did not respond to the guest lips that looked impromptu without excuse, the girl turned her head in shock, in contrast to Blue who was very enjoying, her net blinking gently felt a long sensation.
Realizing the girl did not respond to anything, Blue stopped her action. Pause, stare at the net and then again erode the distance, landing a hot kiss that continues lum*tan and small bites. In his mind the man exclaimed in delight as Inggit began to gently welcome. The girl's heart and mind were beginning to be unsycchronized, the brain ruled to resist, but her body responded to another, really the heart could not lie, her own agitated instincts?
As the man's brave hands brashly unbuttoned Inggit's pajamas, the girl flinched, her reflexes halting Blue's action.
"Why?" tanyanya started to feel uneasy. Inggit nodded in response. Blue was silent for a moment, "but you're my wife, have you served me, Inggit?" he said a little maksa.
"I'm sorry, I'm not ready yet" he replied softly, barely audible.
"Until when? I'm a normal guy, I need a release, and you have to be sincere."
How to be maksa, is not gini the concept?
Inggit almost cried, as the man tried to get closer. One warm kiss the man landed on his wife's forehead. Long, long enough, then the man broke away.
"I'm sorry, I won't force you anymore" he said in a lethargic tone, implied by the disappointed lightning in his eyes. The man got up and dashed willingly. Inggit breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just been freed from the snare of prey. Quiet for a while, trying to dive into his heart that was out of the question, then the girl got up, tidying up a little bit of her messy self-order.
As the girl walked into the room, she found her well-dressed husband with wet hair. At first glance the netra they met, Inggit immediately turned his gaze and darted into the bathroom, it felt so awkward after what happened a few minutes ago.
Get out of the bathroom in a neat suit, ready to start the day. As usual, the morning before leaving for college, the girl was about to prepare breakfast. However, he just realized it turns out the stock of materials in the refrigerator runs out. He mendes@h disappointed, finances are also getting thin, and life goes on. Instantly his brain thought hard, to create something creative ideas that produce.
Blue that came out of nowhere with two packs of stereophomes. Apparently the man had just come out looking for breakfast, and chicken porridge was his choice.
"Breakfast first, just leaving, sorry maybe in the future we will save money, Papa really withdrew all my financial access, so .. I'm sorry if I can't meet your needs," sorry wistfully. Inggit only nodded in understanding in response.
The two of them ate in silence, cleaned up the dirty leftovers themselves and set out.
"Nggit, go with ya?" earnestly bargained.
"Emm ... alone, there is something else unexpected," he said subtly.
"Where are you going anyway? Okay, let me take you first."
Silent for a while, it seemed that Inggit was trying to avoid it. Blue undaunted, he tried to be more sensitive with capital ggeyelan.
"Both are better, more frugal and can make us know each other better, we are a halal couple but feel foreign," said the man pulled Inggit's hand and broke his turmoil.
"Don't think much, wear the helmet?" Inggit still looks gamang, with a deft Blue put his helmet, when tidying the hair to collect backwards, the corner of his eyes caught a red sign flashing on the neckline of his wife, who he believed was him earlier. Instantly the man's lips made an arch.
'Only so recently has it been very cool, let alone can make a sign in another place. Maybe I'll prance in gratitude to celebrate, ' Blue mutters in my heart.
"This is it," reject Inggit flat.
When the motor began to run, Blue occasionally noticed his wife's face through the rear vision mirror. After accidentally meeting their eyes through the reflection of the rearview mirror, Blue smiled thinly, while Inggit threw away his face, too embarrassed to be caught watching him. Blue became anxious himself, deliberately he pulled and pressed the brake pedal, making Inggit strangled afraid, Blue even giggled amusedly.
"Eat him a handle, later slip danger!" earnest remembrance.
"Here you go," again Inggit's answer was flat, Blue again launched the second action, so the girl screamed on the motorbike, reflexively her hands gripped her husband's shirt.
"Well, that dong grip, let it be safe," always glance at the hands of Inggit who reigned at his waist.
Anggit who felt anxious reflex pinched Blue's waist, the man stirred softly, yet heard a crisp laugh.
"Aw .. ouch, don't be affectionate, amused, this danger is again the focus of driving," the protest giggled.
"Recipally rese' really ngerjain people, gojek on the motorcycle danger."
"You who started, so it's the same husband, it's safe."
"You're a bitch, tomorrow I'll bring my own bike," he answered looking for an excuse.
"Both are better, more frugal and more harmonious, this is our motto, so .. don't forget to always be remembered."
It did not feel like they had arrived at the campus. Inggit who realized it immediately parse the handle. It is enough to keep a polite distance.
"Thank you" he said after getting off the bike. Blue nodded with a happy thin smile. Until the girl darted away from his sight, the man was still at home perched on his motorcycle with a happy feeling.
His smile vanished already changed with a fierce gaze as a sarcastic tone dropped by his ear. A person who had been eliminated from his heart revealed his face with an annoyed face, yet Blue did not care.
"Cih, happy on top of the suffering of others, after you throw me away with as good a heart, now you are clearly willing to publish with a new one, you realize no, you are like a bad luck loser!" Hilda came with a disappointed look.
"Sorry Da, but aren't you quite happy walking by with your choice om-om?" he paralysed his accusations. Hilda gasped for a moment, her face was flushed red. The woman was quick to snort.
"Why don't you block all my contacts, Al, you don't have to do that. Is there not the slightest taste left in your heart, I was sick these two days, and lo, the only person who always cared, you could not even come in when I needed help."
"But I think it's wrong for people to ask for help, because there's a feeling of someone I have to take care of."
"Well, yeah, since when you like my best friend, doesn't that cause trouble between me and him."
"Our relationship has ended long ago Da, long before I decided to fall in love with someone else, our relationship was unhealthy, I realized I was wrong, and we should have ended it before it was too late."
"But what about my feelings that are still passionate, don't you make a riot between us?"
"Gue doesn't care, it's your own pain."
"What if there was another life in my womb, would you still be able to escape?" Blue is not so surprised, he is quite calm to face the situation, this is not the first time he is accused of a woman must be responsible because he was once a bed partner. The man laughed heartily.
"Ancient trick, you think I believe! Lo wrong, Da, do not much drama, do not think I do not know the behavior behind me, and once again I said, we have not been close to each other for a long time, you can count down from now on when do we do lucknut, so ... don't fool me with that shit? If you really were two, a thousand percent would not be my son!" camnya's assertive.