When Love Should Determine
Chapter 47

Now they were both in the room, but no one opened their voices. They were both silent, immersed in each other's thoughts.

Unable to stand the silence created, Larissa took the initiative to open the conversation first by offering food to her husband. "You've eaten, haven't you? I'll get it, okay?."

"It's over!" answer Hamzah briefly.

Silence, silence is re-created. But he didn't give up. She offered something to her husband. "Then I'll make you some coffee, okay? you must want to coffee."

Hamzah simply replied with a nod of his head.

Larissa got up, rushed to the kitchen to make coffee for her husband. And not long after he returned to the room with a cup of coffee in hand.

"This is the coffee, Entik. Drink first" she said while offering a cup of coffee that she had made before her husband.

"Later on! you put it first" replied Hamzah expressionlessly. He still feels at home with his face. The distant eyes glazed over, not knowing what he was thinking at this moment.

After putting coffee on the nightstand, Larissa also approached her husband who was lying on the bed. He sat down beside Hamzah.

"Entik, do you know what Fatim did yesterday when you weren't home?" ask Larissa. Deliberately provoked the conversation by asking about her son.

"Why with Fatim?" asked Hamzah flatly. He did not look back at Larissa.

"Yesterday it was Fatim....." Larissa also told how Fatim behaved for several days yesterday. Sometimes he laughs when he tells how cute his only princess is.

Hamzah responds to Larissa's story with deheman. He smiled occasionally when he heard Larissa laugh. The smile that looked so strong that it was forced.

Finding her husband did not respond to her story in accordance with expectations, eventually Larissa was silent. He was no longer excited to continue his story.

Silence, silence is re-created. Larissa was confused to make the topic of conversation especially to open a conversation with her husband.

Long without finding an idea, Larissa finally chose to join the body beside her husband. He opened some buttons on Hamzah's shirt and rubbed the chest of his field. The chest that had always given her peace of mind as she hugged him before going to bed.

For several days not being beside Hamzah, he missed the touch of the man he loved so much. The touch that always makes it float. Touch that creates vibrations that are difficult to express.

Larissa kept caressing the chest of the husband's field. Hoping Hamzah would respond to that touch. Sometimes he also landed a kiss on Hamzah's lips. However, Hamzah does not also respond to touch from him, even tends to be indifferent.

Larissa won't give up. It gets more aggressive by putting its head between Hamzah's shoulders and neck and further tightening their bodies. Slowly his tongue started playing there. Trying to arouse the man's passion.

Meanwhile, the lentic fingers continued to play in the chest field, rubbing and caressing six pieces of flat-stomach muscles of her husband. But unfortunately Hamzah still did not respond. He was still firm with his flat face. Even he seemed to be trying to distance himself from Larissa's touch.

Larissa eventually broke down because she did not get any response from Hamzah. She stopped her activities, turning her husband's face to face him. "Say something! please don't let me continue like this. You know for yourself, right? I could never if you let it go" he said.

"Don't you say it yourself, we're closing this thing up here. You also said not to bring any more problems after we got home. But why are you acting like this to me? What's my fault?."

Clear details began to drip from both of her eyelids as she said all of that. She is very fragile when faced with the silence of her husband.

Hamzah took a long breath. Throw away all the burden of the mind that is still struggling in his heart. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something" he said. This time his eyes were more shady than before. The rubbing of the clear grains that wet his wife's cheeks.

"Say! what's still on your mind?" ask Larissa.

"It's not important!" the answer. "Easy! we better forget it." Hamzah then landed a kiss on Larissa's tiny lips.********** gently.

Larissa did not continue her question. She chose not to ask questions and enjoy what her husband was doing. He was afraid to make Hamzah angry if he continued the question.

Slowly the kiss turned increasingly violent. But Larissa did not feel Hamzah's passion in the kiss. Everything feels bland, even tends to be forced to do.

Their game continues, making Larissa's eyes covered by a fog of passion and not care about anything else.

If Larissa looks very passionate, but not the case with Hamzah. He seemed to be in a hurry to do it all, and even wanted to finish the game immediately.

Hamzah's movement is accelerating, signaling that he will reach his peak. And with one loud bang, they reached the highest peak of the game.

Along with that, Larissa's body also stiffened. It also reached its highest peak. And after all was done, they also collapsed together, drooping weakly on the bed.

The breaths of Larissa and Hamzah were still hunting after they reached heaven. Trying to gather strength after that hot game by normalizing the roar of their breath. And after their breath calmed down again, Hamzah pulled out a blanket to cover their innocent bodies.

"Rest!" he said while landing a kiss on the head of his wife.

"My company" asked Larissa expectantly.

Hamzah nodded his head in response. He prepares his arm to be used as a pillow by Larissa.

Larissa placed her head on the husband's arm. His hands were round above Hamzah's waist. The more he closed his body to her. As he always did when he was going to sleep.

Larissa knew what Hamzah had done was not of her own free will. He touched it only to fulfill his duty of giving an inner living. But Larissa did not want to prolong the problem. For a while let it be like that. For him, with Hamzah willing to touch him, it was more than enough.

Maybe Larissa's mind is too petty because it uses *** as a way out of trouble. But she had no other way to melt her husband's heart back. And not*** is indeed the most powerful way out if it is felt that there is no other way out.

Larissa increasingly close their bodies. slowly understand the eyes, do not want to think about this problem any further. A subtle snoring began to sound, signaling that he had entered into dreamland.