Simon's Bride
58. Sorrow

Anna decides to return to White Sand Bay after throwing her ring at Lake Elar. The time on the plane spent Anna reading the letters written by Nuella.

Simon found that sometimes the woman smiled, but then looked sad, and confused. His gaze continued to stare at the sheet of paper, whether he was just pensive, or indeed reading word for word on the sheet. Simon did not want to bother him, gave Anna private time, read while imagining Nuella's figure while writing a letter.

Anna looked sad when their plane arrived. Simon even had to pat his shoulder slowly when he found Anna did not move to get up from the chair.

"Ann, we're there" said Simon.

Anna turned her head, blinked and found Simon's palm stretched out toward her.

"Oh ....".Anna welcomes Simon's hand. Grasping her as she got up from the seat, with her next hand she flanked the box containing Nuella's letter.

"Give it. Here, I'll bring it"

Anna gives Simon the box, and together they get off the plane. Dusk was long before when they set foot on the ground. In the distance was seen Jhon waving his hand towards them.

"Come, Jhon's been waiting for us for a long time."

Simon glanced, finding Anna just nodding. But the woman's eyes seemed empty, nestapa seemed to cover her.

Simon pulled strongly and deliberately sped up the pace. Anna simply followed without protest. Simon expects a little response. Warning, upset or even angry because it goes too fast. Nothing, the woman's mind was somewhere else.

Simon greets Jhon, his friend is waiting with the ship that will take them to the dock. Simon prefers to go home by sea.

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Simon sat down and chatted on the bridge with John. They had arrived from earlier, but had not yet gotten off the ship. Simon still gives Anna time. He did not want to disturb Anna who had locked herself in the cabin. Soluble with all the contents of the letter scattered on the long sofa in the cabin.

"Damian took her to Stone Bar. He said he wanted to buy beer. He told me to take you when you have time" said Jhon.

"I don't think I can come tonight, Jhon."

"Yes. I-i know. I'll tell him later."

Jhon squinted at a person who seemed to be jumping from the landing of a ship to the dock.

"That's Charlie, I'll go there first. I have something to talk to him about."

Simon nodded his head. "Yes. Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem. I go first" said Jhon as he jumped down and walked quickly leaving Simon alone there.

Simon looked up at the stairs to the cabin. Anna's still not out of there. He decided to check how the woman was doing, then take her home.

After opening the door, Simon was surprised to see Anna lying on the sofa crying. His legs were still on the floor while his body lay on the sofa. Several letters fell on the floor near Anna's feet.

"Ann!"

Simon sat down next to Anna, pulled both of his shoulders and immediately grabbed her in an embrace.

"What's wrong?"

Anna shakes. Just keep sobbing.

"If there's nothing, why cry?"

Still no answer.

Simon finally reached for a letter lying at the end of the sofa. He began to read in his heart, the scratches of Nuella's story, the pain, the boredom and the longing for Anna. Simon just let Anna cry and lean on her chest, one hand Simon patted Ann softly on the shoulder, that was the only consolation she could give right now.

"Let go, Ann. Let me see it."

Anna loosened her grip so Simon could pull the thing he was holding. Simon tidied the tangled object, pressing it on the thigh until it stretched back. A photo he realized was a picture of a cemetery.

Simon turned the picture. Find handwriting connected.

Nuella Barnes's. The White Clouds Cemetery.

"This ...." Simon turned the picture back. Examine one by one the three tombs in the front row of the photo. He was so concentrated that he didn't realize Anna's fingers had taken off the top button of his shirt.

Simon's eyes were fixed on the tomb in the middle. The tomb looked new. The flowers above the navel were still fresh when the photo was taken. He brought the picture to the front of his face, narrowed, trying to read the name on the tombstone. Because it was tangled and wrinkled, the name was difficult to spell. It was then that he felt a strange sensation in his chest. Simon looked down, finding Anna's hand had slipped half back into his shirt. He felt the woman's fingers stroking and exploring the muscles in her chest.

"Ann ... What are you doing?" ask Simon.

Simon glanced at Anna's head that was leaning on his shoulder. The woman lowered her head, she could not see how the woman's face looked.

Simon clenched his teeth as he felt Anna's finger touch the top of his chest. The woman dared to caress and tease him. Soon Simon's hand caught Anna's arm.

"Stop!" exclaim Simon.

But not stop. Anna even pressed her face against the man's chest. His lips dipped Simon's chest muscles from behind his shirt material. Not only one place, Anna even moved, peeling in some places very slowly, as if enjoying every touch he was doing.

Simon felt every part of his body ring alerted, as Anna's hand felt his chest out from behind the shirt, then continued to unbutton his shirt down.

"Ann .. You don't know what you're doing" whispered Simon. His own voice sounded very strange. But as if Anna was not listening, the woman quickly revealed one side of Simon's shirt after the buttons were opened. Ann's eyes stared, devoured and slowly began again with the now wider access. If Anna had only felt without seeing because it was covered in a shirt, then now the woman directs her hand with the help of direct vision. Not only can she caress, her eyes enjoy when every centi of Simon's pectoral muscles react to her touch.

Anna's eyes were looking down, looking up at her palm that was stopping on one of the abs below Simon's chest. The woman continued to move her hands down, stopping momentarily above Simon's navel. When Ann's fingers touched Simon's trouser belt, Anna felt her chin suddenly lift.

Anna's face looked up as Simon's hand pulled on her chin. Their eyes glared, the sparkle in Simon's eyes like a star streaking across the dark night sky. The dark eyes felt piercing.

"Stop, Ann ... You're playing with fire ...."

Simon was still holding Anna's chin with one hand, the other hand that was hugging Anna's shoulder moved wiping the woman's cheek. The trail of tears is still visible, the eyes are still visible.

"I know you're sad, but this isn't the consolation that suits you."

Simon squinted, because instead of moving away, Anna brought her face closer. He extended his body to reach Simon's face. This time Anna's two hands pushed and pressed Simon's shoulders against the back of the sofa. With wide eyes, Simon then felt the woman's lips touch and began to pulverize her lips.

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Note:

abs \= abdomens (stomach muscles)

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