Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 99 Soul Mates

Deya was still standing in front of the door of Edward's conciliatory kiss that was once given to her. He had been there fifteen minutes but had not pushed the bell or opened the door himself. He was too confused to do what.

He thinks he should just go in and see what's going on. Is Edward really sick or is it just Satria's work. If he rang the bell, Edward could act sick. Otherwise he can come out again by sneaking around.

Deya exhaled loudly, squeezing the keywords to open the main door. Their wedding date. Same password as it is. Edward was right, he never changed anything, everything in the house is still the same as before.

With careful and slow steps Deya entered the house like a thief who was afraid of being discovered. Seeking Edward's whereabouts but deserted. There doesn't seem to be any life here. Deya started to climb upstairs. Open the door of his room which is located right in front of the stairs.

Deya's hand stiffened as she held the door knob. For a moment of hesitation, a second later he felt a sense of responsibility for being here. Deya exhaled the classroom setting the heart when she saw Edward. Designing what sentence he would say if the man asked why he was here.

The door began to slowly open. Deya saw Edward lying on the bed. His eyes widened. What Satria said was true if Edward was sick. The man never woke up late let alone slept at this hour. Deya stepped in. He's approaching the bed. His hand was outstretched, touching Edward's forehead.

His hand was held tightly by Edward. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"Is this a dream?" ask Edward. "If I don't want to wake up from my dream, uhuk...." Edward coughed. Rise, sit.

Deya took the tissue that was on the nightstand sitting next to Edward.

"You sick?" deya asked worriedly watching Edward's face that looked not fresh and haggard.

"You're really here, De?" edward said again, not believing his wife was here. He then pulled Deya's body and hugged her. Inhaling the scent that had just stopped in his nose and made him wake up.

Deya. Not to reply or welcome. After hugging Deya, Edward let go and cupped Deya in the face.

"It's true you." Edward fused their foreheads. Pecking Deya's lips many times.

"I know you'll be home one day." Edward's voice shook making Deya touched. The beautiful net of the woman spread.

"I just want to see how you are. He said you were sick, "he replied hesitatingly to his own words.

"Who said it?" Edward turned his face away so he could see Deya more clearly.

"Satria." Hearing that Edward smiled. He thought tomorrow the boy would give him his car bonus for bringing his wife back here. He can choose which car he likes.

"It hurts."

"What pain, he said badly. Tell me," asked Deya worriedly.

"It hurts to miss you." Edward hugged Deya again. Deya was about to break away, but Edward tightened his embrace.

"That's not funny. I was worried about it earlier."

Edward coughed again, covering his mouth with his arm. Deya looked up at the face of her husband.

"A real pain?"

"I'm fine just a little cough and cold." One hand Edward took a tissue to wipe the liquid on his high nose and threw it into the trash can under his bed. One more hand still hugged Deya possessively afraid that the woman was leaving again.

Deya still looked at Edward closely.

"If it's okay I'll go home." Deya feels played by Satria. However, he also calmed down because Edward was fine.

"You can leave me alone in this state?" Edward objected that if Deya left again, he had to prevent her subtly. It dawns on Deya if Deya has the same feelings as her.

Deya was silent as if she was weighing.

"I need you here" whispered Edward, bringing their lips closer together and kissing Deya softly.

Deya pushed Edward's body. "Mas, I." he said with lips still meeting. The man's touch could always make his body tremble. Flying like flying into nirvana.

"Don't say anything, I know you miss me too," the man said,*******Dey's lips and laid her on the bed. Edward's touch always made him forget himself, unable to think sanely to prevent or reject it.

Deya could only squeeze the sheets tightly as her body stiffened feeling the increasingly smoldering waves of passion in her body. Her body moved irregularly and a small, sexy voice came out of her body until she grimaced in pain as something entered her body. It was like the first time Edward did it.

"Pelan Mas" said Deya.

"Why is it like this again? But I like it just as much as the first time we did it."

Edward started moving his pelvis leaving Deya out of control and gasping for breath. Her beautiful face seemed to be flushed with the embers of desire implied in the enlarged pupils of the eyes.

"Name my name, darling with your sexy voice."

"Mas Ed," call Deya when she finds the pinnacle of pleasure. Edward stopped his movements and groaned. Then it spurred even faster until he pulled out a thick warm liquid and made wet sheets.

"Deya," he called hoarse. The man's body shook hugging his wife. His head went into the recess of the woman's neck. After that kiss inside the bottom of his neck and raise his face looking at Deya.

"Thank you for this. You made me fast for three years, but it's all paid off."

"Mas, i...." Deya crying. Edward descended from Deya's body and lay down, clutching the woman's head.

"Don't cry." Edward dipped Deya's tears. The thing that always makes Deya calm and happy when it is chaotic. "This time be patient because I will finish everything for you. As soon as."

"But-" Deya's words came to a halt as Edward shook his head.

"Nothing but, from now on you have to be honest with me whatever it is so I can know what to do. You don't make your own decisions."

"Please trust your husband this time alone Deya." Edward's eyes turned red rendering Deya helpless. "You don't know how much I've suffered because of your loss. I'm still breathing and sane because I'm sure you'll come back to me. You know how much I love you."

"But I'm not your priority" Deya said in the end. Breathing in, gasping, feeling relieved because in the end he could say this.

Edward nodded for a moment. "So this is why you're leaving?" edward did not believe it.

"I thought you knew that if you were the heart of my life and my breath, my chest was tight every time I thought of you being away from me. Here's Deya's pain." Edward takes Deya's hand and lays it to his heart. "You're everything to me."

"If I as a father make Zahra's happiness my life goal is that wrong? However, I never put it first at the expense of you. Zahra my son, it is my responsibility and you are my part of my life that I cannot possibly ignore. You both mean something to me."

"There's no such thing as Deya's ex, but if we get divorced then you're not who I am anymore and I don't want that to happen. Don't let it happen. Forever, I will keep our marriage whatever it takes because I want you to always be a part of me."