You Forgot Me Your Queen
Enak

POV Rama

Today, Sunday. Like it's mandatory. My family and I plan to go together.

I just got out of the bathroom, using a towel wrapped around my waist. I see, all the clothes I'm going to wear are ready on the bed.

Who prepared it? Kalisa is definitely the answer.

Since there was him. All my world is inversely proportional.

I, who was originally just a lonely man, is now a husband filled with happiness.

I, who was originally just a fragile man, was now a more formidable husband.

I, who was originally just a hollow man, was now a colorful husband.

All because God sent Kalisa. Good woman, who I never thought would be my life partner.

After both feeling pain, disappointment, pain. I even thought I never wanted to live again.

Astarghfirullah...

I am thankful that God rebuked me. Until I believe again.

That there will be rainbows after a rainstorm. There will be happiness after pain. And there will be a time when someone's evil deeds will be rewarded by the Almighty.

We just wait for the karma. Karma will never be misdirected.

I'm done wearing my clothes. I heard, the sound of the room door opening, and showing Kalisa coming in, she came up to me with a smile on her thin lips.

Here's my antidote.

"Mas, here. Let me want your hair." He asked for a small towel in my hand.

"Are you done cooking?" I asked, not wanting to bother him. After all, I can still be alone, I don't want to be a husband who has nothing to wife, wants this, wants it to be him.

Nah! As much as I can, I want to share it. I don't want only him to feel tired, both zhohir and inner.

He nodded completely with a smile on his lips.

Seeing that, I finally handed the little towel to Kalisa. One kiss on my cheek gave me. "So much spirit." I said while chuckling.

And avenged Kalisa's spoiled pinch on my burly arm.

Then, she told me to sit on her dresser chair. Both facing the mirror, Kalisa started to dry my hair, giving me a little massage to relax.

"What's up, Mom?" Reply without looking me in the eye, he just focused on his activities.

"Nob." Reveal honest. Because the massage really feels very comfortable.

Without stopping his finger movements, he replied. "What's good?"

"Massage. I think I should pay for it." My eyes were getting closed, if only I didn't want to leave, I would have chosen to sleep again.

"of course. It's not free, Mommy." It was like really asking for payment.

I'm challenged. "Say, how much do you want?"

"Mas think I want money? No, I don't want money." Clearly it is.

"Then?"

Kalisa stopped, then whispered in my ear. "I just want Rama to love me, forever."

I smiled, my eyes opened again, I pulled Kalisa's hand from the top of my head. We both looked in the mirror.

Looking at the reflection of our respective faces.

I patted my thigh, asking him to sit there.

According to him, Kalisa did it right away, I grabbed back those lentic fingers. Fingers that have been willing to serve me, I kissed one by one sign of gratitude.

I see a red tinge has appeared everywhere, I look at him who even lowered his head in shame.

My hands began to circle, I kissed her cheeks until she moved. "Yes..." His whine, unable to withstand my attacks anymore.

"This is because it teases me."

I did not stop, I raised Kalisa's chin, and quickly put my kiss there. A kiss that's always drunk, and feels tempestuous.

I see that chewy thing up and down, flowing back all the love. Until finally, over time Kalisa began to reply, giving me the same thing.

For the first time, I ventured to smash my tongue, obscure every cavity in his mouth, then pulled his tongue for me to suck.

We were both almost washed away, but as if we were being reminded, the sound of a knock on the door made both of us drunk.

Tok tok...

"Mother, Papa... Why not get out?"