TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
029

"I call the doctor."

Hayan wanted to lower Udelia to the bed. The girl even tightened her embrace, not wanting to escape from her warm embrace.

Hayan was still trying to be patient. He believed that the voice was not wrong.

This woman, Hayan will ask her relationship with her love.

Great expectations made it absurd.

Approaching him, resting in front of him, carrying him, even being patient over his impoliteness.

Just because of a desperate encounter with half a soul, he put all his pride as a supreme man.

Someone who can get everything, besides being with a lover.

In order to obtain that, Hayan was willing to sacrifice everything.

If it should come down from its great place.

If you have to be hard to just eat.

If you have to live in a place that is not as spacious as the palace.

Hayan was willing to change all that, to be with the most important woman in his life.

In fact, it was just wishful thinking.

Their distance is dimensionally limited.

Their world is different.

Only a miracle can erode distance, unite himself with his wife, his dowry, his love, the mother of his child.

Gently Hayan opened the handle of the woman in his arms. One finger at a time off his shoulder.

A moment later Hayan gasped. A heat stroke hit his neck. The body part and the head were flushed, the neck was bitten by Udelia.

Hayan's hand that was still busy opening Udelia's fingers, forcibly removing Udelia's grip. He slammed the woman into the bed. It doesn't matter if there's a broken bone.

This woman has crossed the line.

"Don't go too far!!" hayan Berang.

His voice was soundproof in the room, not sounding out.

But the birds are sound in the tree, in unison. Afraid that his life would end, as Hayan's anger exploded.

"Ughhh!" Udelia protected her stomach from the agonizing pain. The pain was piercing from within. He grimaces in pain.

Between the two flavors, it's really unpleasant.

Hayan jerks. With the help of moonlight falling from the empty precariousness - which Hayan accidentally missed - Hayan saw blood seeping, soaking women's clothes on the bed.

Udelia whimpered between the two circumstances. Sick and sultry. Uncomfortable to move, also not comfortable to be silent.

Uh. He'll go crazy if this continues.

In a knot in Hayan's heart, the wet wound in his stomach looked like a sword pierced by Djahan.

"What ... you ... My empress?" Hayan's little heart whispered. Trust skyrocketed. Look at the sick woman.

Hayan closed both eyes. Hard-boosting. Eliminate the fantasy that appears.

Widya, a friend of the Empress, the person closest to the Empress, has said confidently, The Empress has returned to where she should have been brilliant.

Hayan did not immediately believe it. But in his reconnaissance, Widya showed no movement at all, leading to an encounter with his Empress.

Then Hayan could only trust Widya's beliefs.

The cost has gone home. His fee has received wound treatment due to his negligence.

Hayan let out a long breath. The sympathy for this woman grew. There is no way he could have left in a wounded state.

Hayan again abandoned his intention to leave. From within the ring-shaped storage stone, he took out medicine and cloth.

Hayan slowly tore the clothes of the woman lying on the bed. Clean the dirt and blood, then replace the bandage that has been wet.

If in her right mind, this woman may be big. A big one like him, was wiping the blood from his lowly body.

Especially if this woman knew, only her Empress was someone she had ever wrapped in medicine and bandages.

At that time, an intruder carried Keris Mpu Gandring. A keris containing a curse, for the descendants of the House of Rajasa.

The death curse for the betrayal of the Rajasa ancestors, Arok.

Only three dead kings were pierced by Keris Mpu Gandring. There are still four lives of kings descended from the House of Rajasa, which has not been snatched.

His beloved Empress, regardless of her own safety, blocked the piercing keris shown to Hayan.

Udelia has saved Hayan's life, saving Bhumi Maja from the chaos.

Hayan's love for her grew bigger. Getting bigger. The size of the land of his power is not able to show the magnitude of the love of the Emperor to his Maharaja.

If his Maharan were just sitting quietly in the room, his love would not fade.

Still his power and wealth can not match his expectations with his Empress.

"Why do you feel so familiar?"

Think of a shady face that always decorates its morning and afternoon in childhood. Hayan's vision sense was like depicting that face, on the face of a woman who gradually calmed down.

Once again Hayan shook his head loudly. He can't be crazy. Hope has not been realized.

"Candra .. hot ..."

"You called the name of the newly married bride" said Hayan.

She was in an isolated building.

Wearing inappropriate clothing.

Calling the name of a man who just got married.

A little Hayan guessed, this woman was the resident of the back garden of Candra.

Hayan stopped his attention. The body, which was almost naked, was covered in a long blanket.

About this woman's relationship with her Empress, Hayan would ask at other times.

Suddenly Udelia pulled Hayan's necklace and***** her lips.

Hayan was stunned to not have time to fight back. Hayan's eyes blinked in confusion, like an adult who had just kissed.

This sweet kiss, Hayan could not resist.

Hayan's gaze softened to see the eyes of Sayu Udelia, who was fiercely devouring her lips.

Udelia took a sip and bit Hayan's lips, looking for satisfaction that never came.

The woman took off her grip. Breathing in increasingly hunting.

Hayan's hand was stretched out. Caught the face of an unknown woman. Gently looks. Ready to welcome a victim who surrendered themselves to a predator.

"You asked for it."

Hayan pressed her lips. He led the woman to move gently.

Udelia who returned the kiss with a demand, slowly followed Hayan's gentle movements.

Hayan's hands were silent. The long fingers are guerrilla, removing the remnants of the cloth that is still used.

Udelia. He rubbed the baby bandage he installed.

Hayan overcame, while keeping a distance so as not to be exposed to the wounds of women.

He began to paint on the white body, small islands in red.

Udelia. Da danya puffed up, ask to be noticed.

Hayan understood. He sucks his hard shoots. Biting like a baby.

Udelia grimaced sickly. But his hand pressed Hayan's head. His body likes to be treated like that.

Hayan slid his finger into the wet burrow, making the female wishful thinking beneath him rise up into the sky.

When he almost reached the top, Hayan took off his hand.

Udelia's eyes rained. Not happy with the treatment of men—that she considers her husband.

Hayan grinned. He must have been crazy to think the woman in front of him was his Empress.

Obviously, the two are very different.

The holy man's. The woman in front of him, was only a resident of the back garden.

He was not in his right mind to equate the two.

Indeed indeed. He is not sane in the burning coals of naf su.

Hayan positioned himself. He began to taste the woman in the back garden.

Warm Udelia, making Hayan not only satisfied to taste it. Repeatedly the man devoured him greedily.

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