Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 3 Kiss me

"Matthew?" call Amanda in a soft voice.

"Yes?" matthew sahut. "What's wrong? You look uncomfortable. Is there a problem?" ask Amanda. She sliced the lamb steak, then put it in her mouth waiting for Amanda to answer the question she was asking.

"Last week, you have free time?" Amanda put a fork and knife and sat side-by-side on the table. He looked at his lover expectantly. Although he knew for sure, Matthew would answer with one word, busy.

The loud sound of the plate due to the pounding of a hard object on it, already represented the answer spoken from the cheeked man's mouth. "What happened to the weekend? Tumben once you ask like this."

Amanda sighs. "Nothing, forget it!"

"Is that?" Matthew pulled his eyebrows up because he was curious about what his lover was thinking. "Late this week, I happened to be on leave on purpose. To have some alone time with you." Matthew stretched out his hand and grabbed Amanda's fingers.

"Really?" ask Amanda to be happy. "Am I not dreaming, honey?" his great-grandson. Although impressed excessively. However, that was the expression of what he felt.

"Do I look like I'm lying?" Matthew pulled both eyebrows back up. Making several folds appear above his forehead.

Amanda cleared her throat, "Yes. I just feel surprised and happy. I think we can only be together for one to two hours every weekend."

Matthew mangosteen. "Then, what's up with this weekend. You want to take me somewhere or go on a date?"

Amanda chuckled and bit the thin end of her lips. His eyes did not blink once looking at the beautiful face of the lover he loved so much. "I want to go home. I haven't seen papa in a year. My feeling this time is very bad. And so, I want to see him. You can, can't you, drive me?"

"...." - ".Matthew seemed to think hard and fondle the request of the lover. Amanda sighed, not wanting to put too much hope on her man.

"It's ok, I can go home by myself." Amanda gulped down the mineral water in the glass to ease her feelings. "Maybe God has not allowed you to meet my father. It's okay..." Amanda shook her head while grunting disappointment. He wiped his lips using a napkin and threw the cloth rough on the table.

The sound of a chair squeaking along with the stomping steps of the smooth, level feet. The sapphire blue-covered girl walked over to the room. He slammed the door and immediately dumped his body on the bed with a reclining position.

Matthew shook his head then inching and followed his sulking lover. Slowly but surely, now the mature man was already beside Amanda and stroking her beautiful hair. "I'm not done talking. Why did you just leave?"

Amanda looked at me and looked away. "Because your answer is so predictable."

The baritone voice with a slight soft touch, crisp sound was also masculine simultaneously. "But, don't regret it because you're so clumsy with my mind!"

Amanda got up and sat up straight facing her lover. "I'm not a fucking know-how. But he knows!"

"You are my beautiful girl!" Matthew sums up Amanda's cheeks and locks her lover's eye movements. "Listen to me! This week, I'll take you wherever you want. Including to go home and see your family," he said, not showing the slightest doubt.

"I love you, Amanda. I'll try to do what's best for you and our relationship!" Matthew stared warmly at the bead eyes that always made him drunk. He tilted his head and one kiss landed very softly on top of his cold lips without lipstick. "You don't want to respond, even if only with the phrase I love you t—"

"I love you too" Amanda cut her blood.

The pair of lovers who were drunk in love swallowed the saliva together. As young people who have very high sek-s turmoil, they must take pains to resist the temptation that continues to break through the common sense of both.

Amanda, the twenty-three-year-old virgin is committed to doing sek-s after marriage. Not without reason, with her profession as a midwife. She often finds depressed young women giving birth without the support of those closest to her. Especially husband or lover.

Meanwhile, Matthew, since childhood he was taken care of by his grandmother far from his parents. Where the woman educates and instills strong religious values. One of them, *n*o se-x before marriage.

Amanda was again sulking. He pushed Matthew in the chest as the man sipped his lower lip so tightly. "Then my lips will be swollen!"

"In fact, I like it when your lips turn thick. It'll be better to sip later." Matthew deliberately harassed his lover who was always spoiled for him.

"OK-okay. later I inject lip filler, let's be like Hollywood artists. Satisfied?" pissed Amanda.

"No way." Matthew bobbing head. "I just want your lips to thicken naturally." The man moved his lips, mimicking the style of a fish.

Amanda pushed her lover's forehead as the handsome face drew closer, preparing to devour her tiny lips again. "It's night, I'm going to bed. You go home!"

"Let me sleep in your room, tonight, just," Matthew whined like a child asking to buy his mother candy. He patted the pillow and then laid his body on the bed. A handsome face looks more handsome. As his eyes closed with a peaceful look, it sank down anyone who looked at him.

"Yes, I am handsome. So, kiss me!" seloroh Matthew without opening his eyelids.

Paras Amanda met red because she was found looking at her lover's face. "I'll let you sleep in my room. But just this once enough yeah...."

There was no speech, only a snoring from Matthew's mouth. Because he had fallen asleep.

Amanda pulled her lips thin. The delicate hand stroked the soft handsome face that became wishful thinking in the future. Imagination soars, imagining when one day God unites him and a much loved man with the sacred bond of marriage. It will be the greatest happiness of his life, which will be bought by nothing.

"I love you to the moon and back, my future husband!" Amanda kissed Matthew's face good-night without even passing a single inch. He shuffled from the bed and picked up a pillow and blanket. Tonight, he had to willingly sleep on the sofa of the room. Defeat for the man who always makes his days more precious.

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