WHY LOVE
Forgive the Way I Have You

The night air feels cold and humid, drizzling rain is still going on from afternoon until midnight. The lights in the study were still on, a man sitting on his back closed his eyes. The laptop on the table is still on, he has no desire to get out of the room. Every day spent working hard, there was a dream that he wanted to make and realize for someone he loved.

Together with his colleagues, he pursued the business of gold mining. Slowly but surely, the deeper the mine wells are dug, the more he also won rupiah. In this three-month period, he expanded to buy land residents who have gold content in it. He was so excited, he wanted to immediately pick up his woman back in Jakarta. He will prove that he is not 'Mama's Son, he has been able to stand on his own feet.

"Bang, it's late. Take it easy first, tomorrow it goes on.." A gentle massage of a woman's delicate hands, makes her open her eyes. He improved his sitting position to be upright, slowly the smooth hand he lowered from his shoulder. There was no affection between them, Rafa was always cold. However, he is still responsible for giving birth to his wife.

"I told you, don't think about me. Don't you want to get out of my life, Nisa? I can't love you, if we stay together it will hurt you. You know for yourself who owns this heart..."

"No, bang. I'm your wife, the one who's halal for you to touch and wear. I loved you a long time ago, forget him bang.Let me change his position in your heart."

Rafa, that guy. He walked out of his study angrily without saying anything. Too often they discuss this, the edges are just quarrels, more precisely Rafa who scolded his wife. For him, his wife was too far involved in managing his life. Marrying him was a compulsion, because of the insistence of his Mother who rejected Saints because of disability and did not want to rewind the wedding day that was only two weeks away, at that time.

Mama Nur, Rafa's mother. He does not want to lose with the amount of costs that have been incurred for the luxury party that will be held. Darpada canceled, it is better to replace his bride with Nisa, a girl who is the son of a local official. After marriage, they occupy a luxurious one-story house given by Nisa's parents.

Nisa stood glued to her husband's back until invisible to the eyes. Five months into her marriage, Rafa won't touch her at all. Outside, the drizzling rain never receded, adding a piercing cold to the bone. Nisa stepped into the kitchen to make a glass of hot tea. "I'm sorry, bang. forced to do this..." Nisa is ingrained when sprinkling the powder into the tea she makes.

Nisa brought a glass of hot tea into Rafa's room, placed it on the dressing table. They did sleep different rooms at Rafa's request. The gurgling sound of the bathroom indicates the owner of the room is in it. Slowly Nisa closed back the room door, she did not enter her room but sat on the sofa staring at the clockwork that moved forward second by second.

20 Minutes later, a loud groan was heard in the silence of the night. Nisa who closed her eyes immediately woke up from the sofa to the husband's room. His lips smiled thinly, seeing Rafa had undressed topless groaned feeling the heat radiating on his body. Nisa opened the outer layer of her sleeping pajamas, revealing the red lingerie she was wearing. He drew closer to the bed to Rafa, whose face was reddened by desire.

"Holy...."

"Don't leave me. I miss you so much..."

Rafa hugged tightly Nisa who was in her hallucinations as if Sacred. He turned his body to the position of himself that was oppressing the woman. He swallowed his salivary as he stared at the thin cloth-clad sexy body, all the assets plastered real before him, very tempting.

"I love you Holy.I love you so much...." Rafa showered with kisses all over Nisa's face, smearing* her lips full of passionate dust.

"I can't help myself, let me do it. I'll take responsibility..." Rafa stroked Nisa's cheek with a misty glare.

Nisa just nodded weakly with teary eyes. Pain but no blood, no place for him in Rafa's heart. Only the Saints and Saints are always attached to the mind. "I'll do it slowly..." Rafa tore the lingerie in a hurry, his desire was so intense as to immediately make a release. He thought the woman's tears reflected her fear of first-time intercourse.

With ravenous but delicate Rafa fondles, leaving traces of possession from the neck to the chest. The moans and sighs from Nisa's lips further add to Rafa's spirit to continue to fondle. A wet night accompanies the romance of two people with different tastes. Nisa enjoys with the love she has, Rafa enjoys with the Sacred hallucinations that reside in her confinement.

Nisa has not closed her eyes. He glanced at Rafa who was sleeping drooping hugging his innocent body behind the blanket. He felt a crashing and sore body in his intimate area. In just 30 minutes, Rafa repeated his love until three in the morning.

"I'm sorry bang, only in this way can I tie you up. May there be seed that blossoms in here." - he said. Nisa stroked her queen stomach full of hope, before long the drowsiness began to tighten in her eyes. What will happen tomorrow, let's do it later...