TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
030

"I know you're inside."

Djahan stood in front of the building, where Hayan never came out.

He tapped a finger on the arm, impatiently waiting for his superior, to hasten out of the cursed room.

No one would dare to rebuke the Emperor. But if the Maharaja caught wet to unite themselves with the lowly, the high-level nobles must noisily propose their daughters.

The problem will be more runyam, if the Maharaja took too long to sip the beauty of the woman, then bound to not let go.

"What's wrong?" sahut Hayan was wearing a necklace.

Both corners of her lips lifted. It was clear how aggressive the woman was, pulling her necklace impatiently.

"You've been inside too long!" tegur Djahan is impatient.

He wanted to break down the door in front of him.

He did not carry out his intention, for he still had respect for the Emperor.

Meanwhile, Hayan was looking around for a pair of sumping, which slipped out of nowhere. He caught the presence of ear jewelry on the mattress, right next to the sleeping woman.

A heavy sigh escaped from Hayan's breathing senses. One golden wing was broken in two, because of the grip of Udelia.

Sumping was the gift of his favorite concubine. The soft-hearted woman would cry and complain, then begin to interrogate him.

The last month has made him dizzy. His beloved concubine continued to cling to his arm, like a bothersome fly.

Hayan started to get a little careless.

His cost when angry actually goes far, making him afraid to lose.

Not attached to no work, disturbing his work as mountainous.

Hayan touched his earlobe. He grimaced a little and found out there was a scratch wound, due to a broken sumping.

The woman who spends time with him is very aggressive. But as if he had never done it, by continuing to claw himself.

"Hey ..." Hayan scratched his non-itchy nape. He did not know the name of the women who slept on the place of unity, which still remained the traces of their hot struggle..

The woman moved around her body, turned her back on Hayan and did not respond to his call.

"Don't embarrass yourself" Hayan murmured to help the woman one night put on a pull and return.

Hayan laughed in his heart. It seemed like this was the first time, he had given clothes in his storage ring to other than his Empress. More than one set of clothes.

Hayan clucked, feeling strange to himself. Hurry up he left the woman, who was already dressed modestly.

In front of the door Djahan welcomed with an unhappy face.

The personal affairs of the Maharaja are not the business of Djahan.

This isn't the first time Hayan has matched up with an obscure woman of her origin.

Djahan is already immune to taking care of the results of Hayan's pleasure.

He just feels unhappy.

A feeling of displeasure filled the recesses of his heart.

Unstoppable. Making Djahan show a clear expression of dislike to his superiors.

This is the first time Djahan behaved unprofessionally, after first meeting with Hayan who seized his beloved wife.

"Who?"

"Later on."

Hayan closed the door tightly. Can be angry at the size of his right hand, when he found out that Hayan touch is the resident of the garden behind the host, which they came to.

"Where is the host?"

Djahan glanced at the tightly closed door. He shut his mouth, no longer asking. Then show the way to where Candra is being teased by the gray men.

"He was unconscious" said Djahan staring at Candra who was vomiting in the gutter.

The man's face looked red. Ijen who was standing next to him massaged Candra's nape, in order to remove the remnants of her vomit.

"Gentlemen always tease young masters!" angered Ijen stared resentfully at Candra's uncles.

These old men were constantly giving Candra drinks. Candra rarely drinks that stuff. As a result, it could not stand and some of the liquid was removed from his body.

"Wow, Ijen has started to get angry," said one of Candra's uncles, accompanied by the laughter of his brothers.

They stopped laughing when they saw Hayan coming towards them. In a hurry they gathered to greet the Emperor, who had not been seen at the wedding since.

"We greet His Majesty the Maharaja."

"No need to be confused. I want to pamper."

"I'm sorry, Your Honor. The host is unconscious."

"Oh, Your Majesty .." said Candra staggering towards Hayan.

Rushing Ijen memapah his master who wants to face the Emperor.

"May you arrive safely," said Candra.

"Yes, thank you. May your dream family be achieved" Hayan replied.

Candra grinned. "Surely."

Hayan nodded. Stiffened by the annoyance in Hayan's heart, but he looked up and ignored it. Then Hayan left quickly.

"Don't forget our happiness!" shout Candra.

"We always pray for you" said the other guests.

"I need the Maharaja's do'a, not yours."

The elders patted his face. Their niece had completely lost her mind.

"Ijen, take your master to the bridal chamber" said one of them.

"No. I'm so fucked up. Just go to a private house" said Candra.

Ijen raised the corner of his lips. He was confused how to get his master to that place.

"Good, sir."

Assisted with the bodyguards, Ijen brought Candra to the room. They sat their master in the living room, then lit candles for lighting.

"Good rest, sir." Ijen closed the door and smiled widely. He doesn't want to make a fuss. Simply a pair of eyes of his master, witnessed directly the results of his work.

Candra massaged her throbbing head in pain, while gathering a gradually coming awareness.

"Son can't be left alone."

Candra muttered to herself. He got up to go to the bridal chamber, which was located in the head of the family's room.

But his steps came to a halt, as his ears caught the sound of regular breathing from inside his room. Slowly he stepped into the room, which he had occupied since birth.

On the bed, a body lay unconscious. Candra's forehead shriveled, she was very familiar with the body. Raga.

"I think I'm very drunk."

Candra doesn't believe in her vision. But his steps kept swinging into his room. He staggered towards the bed.

He stared intensely at the face that was doused in moonlight. "Truly big sister," inwardly.

"Sir .." Candra sat down beside the bed. His eyes looked at the peaceful face of the woman who had just become his wife.

Soon he drooped, falling asleep on his wife's stomach.

"Ac ..." Udelia grimaced feeling the pressure in her stomach. He woke up and saw Candra's head lying on her stomach.

Her hands stretched out to shake the body of her husband. He couldn't hold Candra's head.

"Candra, wake up."

Candra's eyes move. He woke up and straightened his body.

"I'm sorry I overslept."

Candra got up reaching for the medicine box in the corner of the room. He downed a bottle of medicine, then returned to the place of fusion.

Udelia just got shut down. His eyes opened wide, feeling a wet touch between his legs. The thing at the center of his core body wriggled, going into deep reproach, carrying strange vibrations all over his body.

"Mara ..."

"So sweet boy." Candra licks her own lips. Sensual moves made Udelia blush.

"Candra, don't be stupid." Udelia held Candra's head, which was about to lick her lower body again.

"Don't be slovenly" he added cupping Candra's face.

"If you want to kiss, this is the place."

Udelia pressed her lips together, moving awkwardly.

Candra surprised. I did not expect his wife to accept him.

A smile rises on Candra's lips. No matter his wife accepts him sincerely or simply because of a memory loss, Candra is very happy with this acceptance.

He touched his wife's back. Lead him back to lying down. And start doing sweet rituals.

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