The President Enters the Village
Not a Seductress

"Very annoying," he muttered, inhaling the fragrant scent of Hana's body. Daster sleeps thinly with small ropes on both shoulders entered Jono's hand.

His lips were still exploring his wife's neck, while one of his hands moved massaging to play the object he found behind a thin negligee.

Is this really a beautiful dream for her, can she spill her desires? Is this his wild imagination? I don't know, he just wants a thumping feeling when he touches that beautiful body. His blood rippled, not wanting to hold everything back anymore.

"Hana, I... Do I love you?" he asked with his mouth filled with the smell of alcohol.

The air that was hot has now turned cold. The smell of the soil is smelled when the heavy drops of rainwater sweep the dry land. Beautiful, this is really beautiful when the roar of his breath is irregular, the body of Hana. His steps were shaky, but still trying to hold him to bed.

Slowly the body was laid, their eyes met for a moment. Like diving into each other, "I love you." said Hana full of earnestness.

Without the cue Jono landed her lips, a slight alcohol taste felt from her husband's lips. Jono is drunk, Hana just realized it. But he seemed to let everything go, his body was completely controlled by the young man's hands moving incessantly. Giving a different sensation, his heart was beating rapidly. His body was like a quiver, this was comfortable, as the kiss on his lips grew more and more wild.

Jono lowered the kiss back to his neck area, whispering slightly, with an irregular roar of breath, "You can tease me more than Angel. Truly a seductress..."

Seductress? Is that how Jono saw it all this time? The body was pushed with all its might, until the drunk young man fell beside him.

Hana's tears flowed, screaming sobbing. His pride was never lowered to this extent. The young man who was writhing behind him began to fall asleep.

"I know it's my fault, forcing you into this marriage. Maybe if I try to be a good wife, you'll be able to love me. Doesn't think of me like a comforting woman." she muttered, wiping away her tears. Picking up pillows and blankets, decided to sleep on the living room sofa.

Angel? Is that the name of the woman Jono loved? I don't know, he who snatched Jono from Angel, means he is the third person, right? If Angel shows up, can she survive to love Jono?

Hana's desire is not much, he does not want a man with a beautiful face or rich. Just wanting a nice guy who loves him can make him smile all the time.

Won't demand anything, just want an affection? Is that hard? Seductress? Perhaps the term fits with him pretending to be paralyzed. Making her real husband not want to touch her should bathe her.

But once, he wanted a chance. Until the moment he had to release Jono because he felt too much pain.

Hana curled herself up on the living room sofa, covered in a thick blanket that covered her body. Her eyes look puffy, Angel may be her husband's lover, often doing extramarital affairs, maybe also his future wife. While she is just a selfish woman who appears to ruin the life of Jonathan Northan.

Dirga woke up in the middle of the night fetching water, walking through the living room. His eyes looked at his daughter who was asleep on the sofa, the rest of the tears still on her cheeks.

The middle-aged man stroked her hair, "Say if it's enough, I'll always look after you. It's also a life lesson, there's a love that's not worth pursuing." she wiped away her daughter's tears.

But without Dirga's tears flowing, will his daughter be happy? It can, because Dirga will take care of it. Still loving Hana patiently, waiting when her daughter was too tired to face a husband who had high arrogance.

If that happens, Dirga will remain beside him. To protect him from being hurt or meeting Jonathan Northan again...

***

Today, he woke up too late, his head still hurting. Her hands fumbled to the side, Hana was no longer there.

His body was not covered by a thread, maybe the towel came off while sleeping alone. "Why don't I wear clothes?" he muttered, scratching his own neck, gathering consciousness.

Ask Hana? That's all he has on his mind now. He quickly cleaned himself up, hastily exiting the room after wearing his full outfit.

His eyes looked around, staring at Dirga who was having breakfast with her daughter.

"Let's have breakfast" said Dirga, as if nothing had happened.

Jono began to sit with awkward feelings, Hana was still sitting in her wheelchair smiling at him, behaving as usual, "Here's your lunchbox, I'm going to town this afternoon, buying some extra tools for the cooperative, I'm going, so can't have lunch with you,"

"Hana, Jono, I go to the garden first, you guys be careful on the road later," he said starting to rise, taking his big cowboy hat on the table.

"Dad too." said Hana still with a smile on her face. While Jono glanced at his wife, a purplish mark was on her neck. Did she really fuck Hana last night?

"Yes..." Dirga smiled in front of her daughter, slowly the smile changed with her steps. Being a flat expressionless face, his hands clenched. Just waiting for his daughter to get really tired, that's when he'll make sure a Jonathan Northan never gets to see Hana again. The man who had injured his daughter.

Even Hana's late mother never had the heart to hurt her, who always tried to be a good husband, although she was married by force. But everyone is different, maybe the arrogance of a Jonathan Northan is too high to see the sincerity of Hana. Only the city woman would be suitable to be with him...

***

While Jono began his conversation awkwardly, "Hana last night we." his words interrupted.

"Nothing happened last night, you kissed me, then slept well just wearing a towel." he said smilingly eating his breakfast.

"Thank God, I thought I accidentally fucked you..." Jono sighed harshly with a feeling of relief.

Thank goodness? He and Jono are a married couple. Never done it and then grateful? Perhaps it was true that she was inferior to the comfort woman in the eyes of her husband.

"Hana, have you taken a shower?" tanyanya started eating.

Hana stared at him, "Here, Sari helped me. From now on Sari's gonna help me take a shower every day like before,"

The smile on Jono's face disappeared, "Ke... why should Sari?"

"Don't want to bother you, you're also uncomfortable, right? Sari has also worked here for many years. His strength is strong just to lift me up. She's like wonder woman..." Hana gave a small laugh, expelling the awkwardness with her joke.

"I'm your husband, don't feel bothered. Anyway.." Jono's words were interrupted.

"It's okay, it's my soup. It may relieve the effects of headaches. Next time don't drink alcohol. I left first," said Hana heard the sound of a pickup car, driven by Pak Kirjo, moving the wheelchair assisted Sari.

Don't want to be considered a cheap woman anymore, just because it was bathed by Jono, maybe this is better. Trying to be a good wife. Hope Jono realizes his feelings someday, before he gets hurt deeper. That wound would probably make him not want to see that face again.

While Jono was stunned silent, grabbing his own hair, with a look of lost face. Like a husband, who hears his wife say he will not give her rations again. "How is this?" he could not bathe Hana anymore.

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