Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 51 The Feelings of Love

"You don't interrupt. I've been thinking about this decision for a long time."

"I don't want to say anything. I'm hungry, we're eating yuk" Deya urged to refrain from questions that have been eating away at her mind all this time.

He did not want his cooking to be wasted due to a small quarrel. Then they walked down. Edward's hand held his waist possessively as if reluctant to be far apart for a while.

They sat down at the small dining table. Edward saw two plates ready there. He looked towards Deya.

"Somehow I feel sure you're going to come and eat with me" Deya said, understanding Edward's gaze.

"Because our hearts have become one." Edward put away one plate. "We ate together?" pinta the man.

Deya smiled blushingly. Start pouring rice and side dishes.

"Sorry only this, the grilled gurame is in your house."

"This is my home too. This salted fish tastes better than that gurame."

"Lies" said Deya.

"Indeed because this is what you cook."

"Usually also cook but you never say anything."

"My dinner plate is always clean, it's not enough to explain that I like whatever you're cooking."

Deya's eyes flashed with happiness. Edward gives his bribe to Deya. The woman immediately accepted it. Now more Deya is eating that food.

"You cheat, you eat more. My stomach grew like this."

"It's still small if you get pregnant even bigger." Edward rubbed the woman's stomach. Deya's stunned.

"Pregnant? That's if everything's sorted out, especially my college." Deya got up to clean up their food scraps. Edward helped soothe the plates and glasses they had been using.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" tanya Deya leaned against the kitchen table.

"Yes." Yeah."

Deya seemed to want to say something but pulled it again. He headed to the freezer to pick up a box of mango juice drinks.

"Akh, the freshness" said Deya. "You want to?" Deya handed the juice to Edward.

"No, I'd like to drink some warm milk."

"Ckk!"

Edward smiled mischievously. Deya turned her body about to leave but Edward's hand pulled her waist and twisted the tiny body.

Edward's hands are still wet and cold touch Deya's lips then rub the corner of Deya's lips that there are patches of mango juice scars. Sip it. Deya. He looks a thousand times more handsome than usual.

Edward began to erode their distance. "I kept imagining we were making love on that couch. Every moment," he whispered on Deya's lips.

"Lost with your loud cries, your groans when you say my name, your swift sighing as your consciousness begins to disappear and drift with you."

Edward*******did Deya's lips lightly release her. "You've grown more beautiful and matured from the first time I've seen you and your body's more densely packed, my work every night."

The man's lips began to kiss Deya with clay and Deya chimed her no less fiercely.

Edward lifted Deya up so that the woman's legs were coiled around her waist. Let go of their lip links.

"You're getting smarter" said Edward, stepping into the sofa chair in another corner of the long room. He then laid Deya down on the sofa gently.

Edward did not answer Deya got up with one hand holding his body one hand the other touched the man's lips.

"I hope you say no so tonight we're both free."

"On condition that you make me tired and fall asleep in your arms" said Edward pulled Deya's nightgown, which was just one inch from her pelvis. Deya, who did not wear a breastplate, immediately showed her beautiful and full body and was more than the size of a girl usually without artificial surgery.

Edward's eyes flashed, presenting a mischievous smile. Sipping saliva. His tongue licked his own lips.

Deya pushed Edward's body against her couch, starting to face sitting on her lap. Release the man's buttons one by one. She had indeed missed this moment from now on, one thought with the man.

"If it's here, you're always happy to lead," said Edward playing Deya's reddish-colored shoots.

"You're happy, aren't you?" deya whispered in Edward's ear and kissed him, making the man groan.

"My bad girl made me proud to have you" Edward said.

After getting tired of struggling and sharing a deep sense of intimacy. Deya lay on Edward's chest, drawing an abstract on the man's thin-haired chest. Tracing every curve of the man who is now felt on his finger.

"Why do you want to legally marry me?" ask Deya.

"Because I want to have you completely."

"I'm so happy to hear it but it's not the right time."

Edward moved to lean on the bed rest. "You're not happy?"

"I don't want to see the smile on Zahra's face disappear again, not ready to accept her anger. Can't bear to see the disappointment in his eyes."

"De, do you want us to just play around like this."

"Not only is this not the right time any minute I will write a thesis, it takes more concentration. I didn't want at that time to have any weird problems that would have ruined my writing and the future I had designed was gone."

"De, sooner or later everyone will know our relationship."

"I know but at least I can still buy time, can think for a while to work on the thesis."

"De, won't you regret refusing this?"

"No, I don't want to destroy Zahra's happiness now at least let her stand free with her two legs and get back to normal activities. Don't break her heart that's starting to bloom."

"What about your heart and your heart?" ask Edward.

"Your heart is here" Deya placed Edward's hand on his chest. "And my heart is here." He pointed to Edward's chest. "As long as you don't let go then I'll always be there."

Edward smiled and kissed Deya's lips.

"You know, De, I want a son of yours, a son of your flat stomach," Edward rubbed Deya in the stomach.

Edward's statement made a strange swish on Deya's chest. He also wanted it but his mind refused.

"Give me time I know one more thing" Deya pinta.

"Alright, I'll give you another year after that, you have no reason to delay your pregnancy again.''

Deya nodded, then placed her head back on Edward's chest.

" De, I think, I really love you," said Edward to Deya's surprise, staring at her in disbelief.

"Tell me again, I want to hear my husband say love to me for the first time."