
Kamila ran towards the sink and grabbed Luky's bloody hand and washed it off. However, because his blood is still pouring, he asked Mak Siti to bring a medicine box to treat it.
Kamila covered the scar with a washcloth around the place while waiting for Mak Siti to come.
Luky smiled happily. Even though he did not get what he wanted like the romantic scenes he had seen, he was already quite satisfied because Kamila still had a very high sense of empathy for him.
"Awww, it hurts Mil," he said with a very exaggerated expression. Kamila looked at her husband with a sharp look.
"I didn't press him, brother, just touched a little bit of cooking pain anyway?"
"But this really hurts Mil. I think his blood came out a lot. I'm so dizzy, baby, it feels like I'm gonna faint." Luky said as he touched his forehead as if he was really about to faint.
"Sister, you're not playing me, are you?" kamila asked with a suspicious feeling.
"It's true dear" Luky said again with a faint smile on his face.
"Is Brother Luky traumatized by blood?" kamila asked as she wrapped her husband's hand in gauze after giving him betadine. Luky smiled. He wanted to say no but he was already doing a drama about to faint.
"Sometimes Mil, so please help me to the room. I feel so weak."
"Sometimes?" asked Kamila with a frown. He is getting suspicious but he is also afraid that Luky really fainted and he can not lift his body that is quite high and large.
"Okay, sister, we're going to the room now." Kamila also accompanied her husband to walk to his room. Mak Siti smiled. The old woman felt that this young master of Firmaji deserved to get an award for such stunning acting.
"Sister, try to lie down first" Kamila asked after arranging and patting the pillow her husband would use.
"But if this is just a joke then I make sure Big Brother I will chew until it runs out." continued the beautiful woman with a facial expression that looks very insincere. Luky smiled. He pulled his wife's hand and hugged her.
"Sister! What are you doing huh?!" Kamila screamed stifled as Luky hugged her and carried her over her lap.
"Let it be like this Mil, I miss you dear."
"Son't Release! Don't touch me anymore!" Kamila tried to rebel but Luky would not let go. He hugged Kamila from behind tightly. His face was on the wife's shoulder.
And without waiting for a long time, also kissed Kamila's neck until the woman was silent. It no longer moves. She felt hypnotized by the intoxicating touches of her husband.
"I'm sorry, my dear. I won't be strong if you shut me down like this, Hem," whispered Luky without stopping his activities. He kept sniffing the perfume behind his wife's ears. And occasionally a slow bite of that boneless meat.
"You are evil brother. I hate you so much. You're disgusting." Kamila did not move, but her anger was released through sarcastic sentences that hurt her husband's ears.
"I'm sorry, honey. And please keep saying words like that."
"Mil, don't you see any clarification from the model who spread the fake news dear?" luky asked in a cautious voice. He is sure now that his wife has not updated the latest and most actual news about him.
The man stretched his arms to his wife. Kamila came down from her husband's lap and looked at the man with a questioning look.
Yes, he really disappeared from cyberspace because he was too angry and disappointed. He felt better to avoid and hide himself from the controversial world. Really he will not be strong read and hear slanted comments from the spicy mouth of the netizens.
"What do you mean, brother?" kamila asked with curiosity on her face.
"Look at Mil. Open the original video, baby. What he posted on social media was just a snippet and it was incomplete. He took it from the side that cornered me so much." Luky handed over his phone and showed a press conference of male models who were also among the gay people he had been with all this time.
Kamila closed her open mouth in shock of disbelief. He stared at the original and complete video from various sides during the incident but. It seems clear that her husband was avoiding Andy and some male models at the time of the event.
'I'm sorry Brother" said Kamila, kneeling before her husband. He grabbed Luky's hand and kissed him with emotion. She felt very guilty for doubting her own husband.
"I'm sorry Brother. I'm an ungodly wife, hiks." Kamila crying. She realized now that she had judged her husband without asking him to explain what had happened.
"Come, don't cry, my dear. You're not wrong." Luky grabbed his wife's body to stand up. He sat down again in his lap and then removed the clear liquid on his cheek.
"It's not just you who'll think anything about me when you look at all the pieces of the video. Everyone will think as you think. But do you know Mil? I don't need the recognition of the world that I've healed and completely abandoned that thing. I just need your trust to deal with this. Only you dear," said Luky then grabbed the lips of his wife who he had long longed for.
"I'd go crazy if you didn't believe me and ended up hating me. My dear Kamila," continued the man, looking into his wife's eyes.
"I'm sorry Brother. For a week I've been quieting down and not doing my duty to you. Will God still forgive me?" Kamila stared back at her husband and then put the tip of his nose on the tip of her husband's nose. Luky smiled thinly. He said in a very low voice like a whisper, "You can replace it from now on Kamila Regina Putri."
His lips again pulverized the lips of the wife very gently. So much love and longing that they both want to convey through that passionate long kiss. Until that afternoon they passed by sharing sweat and never went out of the room.
Mak Siti breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the spicy chicken steak with a nelangsa feeling. He wanted to eat it himself but the spicy taste of the sauce seemed to be unable to bear. Finally he brought a serving plate containing good food to the front of the veranda.
He called security to spend it. He was sure that his master would not leave the room again until a few days.
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