The Unforgettable
Traumatizing

Febrian looked at the deep face before her with a longed-for look. Waving the hair that covered the beautiful face that was still tightly closed. Febrian smiled to herself, looking at the face of ayu who never tired to look at.

Gently stroked Alira's cheeks, Febrian brought her face closer and kissed the lips that caught her attention. He really misses his woman. But he does not want to force. Although it must withstand the feeling that seems to blow itself up.

Just a small touch had provoked passion in the man's body. Truly he did not know until when he could survive not to touch his wife . But he did not want to add hatred to his woman. He does not want to be considered just want to vent passion on the wife.

He wanted Alira to see sincerity and sincerity from him. That she was no longer a female player who put lust above all else. She wants Alira to know that the love she has is not just a joke.

" Cssst .'' Febrian hissed on his own, sensing something was claustrophobic below. The man stopped the touch on his wife's face. Stretch the body facing the ceiling of the room. Some throbbed to make his head feel dizzy.

Febrian took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Hope to be able to subside the taste turmoil. But the throbbing feeling was more and more excruciating. Finally, Febrian got out of bed. Get in the bathroom. He must put his desire to sleep alone.

As the bathroom door closed, Alira opened her eyes. Set the door tightly closed. His view seemed empty. There was a whisper of his heart that seemed to blame him for the attitude he gave to the husband. But blame him if the pain is still felt ?.

The sound of a snarl stuck with his name is spoken from the lips of the man behind the bathroom door. Makes Alira understand what's going on. The guilt stopped, without realizing that her tears had fallen. He has not given the right to the husband. But he knew how easily the man was provoked his passion.

Yet again, that painful shadow was present in between his guilt. True, when the heart that has been broken is not easy to restore it. It may be connected again, but the wound is still imprinted.

Chequek...

The bathroom door is open. After the sound of water stopped. Apparently the man had finished cleaning himself. The smell of shampoo and bath soap lurked throughout the room.

The two looked at each other . Febrian smiled to find his wife who had already woken up. While Alira seemed to be hypnotized chest field with sixpack stomach that she honestly missed.

'' Morning dear, have you woken up?.'' sweet greeting Febrian who then approached Alira who was still lying on the bed.

'' Morning Mass . I've already seger aja .'' said Alira who saw the husband was fresh with wet hair that still dripping a little water. Making the appearance of the man made Alira swallow her saliva. It was too dazzling, shaking his heart that seemed to forget for a moment the pain.

Febrian looked down, giving a soft kiss on his wife's forehead. Then the man sat down on the edge of the bed. Swiping Alira's stomach which is now sleeping on her back.

'' Morning whiz Papa, You Papa Masakin what is it?" soft voice draped Febrian lips. Making Alira smile thinly felt her heart warm to see her husband who seemed to love their baby.

'' Let me cook Mas .'' said Alira while trying to lean her body on the head of the bed.

'' Let's go, you'll be tired. Let Mas make up for the time that has been wasted for abandoning his future child and mother.

Alira looked at the handsome face before her. No he found a lie in the eyes that looked at him full of puja . Febrian bewitched a beautiful face that always rested on her head.

At the touch of Alira's face slowly, ending in a blushing lips that were not even polished lipstick. Seeing the wife who was just silent. Febrian ventured to kiss the lips that always felt sweet to him.

At first it was just a kiss, but when Febrian realized there was no rejection from his woman, the man ventured into soft lips that he so missed. Alira, who had been silent for a long time, was swept away in the soft strokes of Febrian lips.

The woman seemed to close her eyes, enjoying a taste she had not had for a long time. A taste that makes his entire body warm up. The sigh could not be restrained out of the Febrian mouth which again burned the desire that ignited the body.

Fan that second also Alira's body felt stiffened. The voice that came out of Febrian's mouth seemed to throw him on a painful dark night. The shadow came without being invited. Febrian realized something was wrong with his wife when she felt her kiss was no longer reciprocated. And a sudden salty taste hit his lips.

Febrian distanced the body, staring at Alira who had broken into tears.

'' Dear ''sorry .'' said Febrian who immediately grabbed his wife's body.

'' Why is it always like this Mas ?.'' said Alira in his sobs. He felt like he was no longer okay. She was traumatized when she tried to be intimate with her husband.

'' I'm sorry, but I can't control myself.'' said Febrian who thought her woman was crying because she was making out with a burning desire. Alira shook her head in a Febrian embrace.

'' Not you, but me. Why can't I forget everything. I want to forget all the past in our lives. Alu wanted to start everything without any more injuries. But why did it hurt so much Mas.'' lamented Alira in sobs.

Febrian tightened her arms, kissing the top of Alira's head with teary eyes. He has left a trauma in the heart of the lover.

'' Help me out of this pain. I want to forget everything added Alira who is still resting on the chest of the husband.

''I know I was the one who sowed that wound. But let me also as a medicine for the wounds that I have inflicted on your heart.'' Said Febrian while clutching tightly to the body that stung because of his crying. Well, let time heal a heart that has already run out. There will come a time when the heart heals its own wounds.