You're Not a Figurant
[POV Alex] Ch 29 - Ring from Who?

I don't know how long we've been racing. I satisfy my body's desires. But there never seems to be a word of satisfaction in me. My wife's body is really opium. Like heroin, the more smoked makes users more addicted. Really makes me unable to turn away.

Sometimes I don't understand my system. Am I being too maniacal? Or the charm of Khansa's body that is too attached? I can't tell the two apart. Clearly, there will never be a word of satisfaction when it comes to Khansa.

Like this morning. Last night we even did it a few times, but this morning my body wanted it so much more. Only Khansa can make me like this. Only him.

I left Khansa asleep exhausted from our morning workout. Get down to the hotel lobby and start looking for motor rentals. After getting it, I started looking around for support equipment for our adventure event. Actually not really adventurous. We will just go see the rice fields, obey the desire of the pregnant women that can not be prevented. But Khansa's request worries me. The woman wanted to see the rice field by motor. Using a car is safer for him. Both in terms of the safety of the baby, and for the protection of his own body.

Riding a car will prevent it from overheating, smoke pollution, and will make it sit comfortably. But Khansa didn't heed it all. He insisted on riding the bike. She used the last form of cravings that almost all pregnant women use. All unnatural desires, they are called cravings. Make the baby a tool to achieve desire.

This time I'll give up. If I provide strict security, it shouldn't be a problem.

I went to the store that sold the equipment I needed. Shopping for small things that I think are quite necessary. Finished doing so, I returned to the hotel and found my wife still sound asleep.

"awake. He said he'd like to see the rice field?" I whispered while peeping his cheek. The eyelids moved lazily and opened slowly, looking at me with a sleepy look.

"What time?"

"Half eight."

"Have this session. Why didn't you wake me up?" Khansa sat up. Face pouting.

"Yank's tired of that."

"Your fault is making me tired." Khansa nagged while going to the bathroom. I refrained from catching up with him.

Fifteen minutes later, the woman came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. Her wet hair she covered with a towel.

"Where are the clothes to wear?"

"In the briefcase."

"Wear pants too. Let it not get hot. Where's your pants?"

"It's in Mas's suitcase." I glanced at every corner of the room, looking around for the suitcase in question. The suitcase is not far from where I am. I approached the suitcase and started to open it. Khansa followed me from behind.

"Wear this one, Mas." Khansa pointed to one of the black pants. I pulled the thin pants and watched them carefully.

"Are not too thin wear this? Wear socks too." I said. Khansa tried to argue. But I threatened to drive him by car if he didn't follow my words. In the end the woman agreed to all my terms as long as she could see the rice fields on a motorcycle.

I covered Khansa's entire body. Either by using socks, gloves or masks. I forgot to wrap my body too. No part of Khansa's body can be exposed to the sun. I am quite satisfied to see my work.

After all the preparations were done, I slowly drove the bike forward. Towards the pematang paddy field area, the tourist destination of my beloved wife.

For several hours we stared at the rice fields bored. Yeah, I'm so bored. But not so with Khansa. It seems that the woman enjoyed it very much. I grabbed her body while occasionally peeping her forehead. Trying to like things he likes.

The sun was right overhead when we decided to leave that green area. We decided to eat and went back to the hotel.

Our schedule that day was pretty busy. Morning till noon we go see the rice fields. We will be back in the afternoon to the hotel. Towards evening, we went out and enjoyed the atmosphere of the square at night.

The pregnant woman again enjoyed a culinary tour. I don't know how much food went into his body. The mouth was unceasingly chewing. Alkha's appetite is really big. Just looking at it makes me full.

We went back to the hotel when the time was ten o'clock. Khansa looked exhausted. Besides being tired from all day walking, his body was also tired from unceasingly trying to serve my body's desires.

As soon as she laid her body on the bed, within a few minutes, the woman had already gone to dreamland.

"Sleep well, baby." I kissed her and covered her body. I got out of bed, got ready to call my family.

Dddrr... Dddrr... Dddrr...

I heard a mobile phone vibrating. I grabbed a cell phone. I thought my phone was vibrating, but it wasn't. I searched for the source of the sound and found it. Apparently the sound was not from my phone, but from Khansa's phone placed beside the bed.

I grabbed the phone to see who called. It was a call from Fian.

"Hello? Maam? Where's mama? And Alex nyariin..."

"Fian, it's me. Alex." - Alex."

"Lho's? How are you Mas? Mbak Khansa's..."

"Khansa is with me... Huh hello? Hello?" The connection was cut off. I checked Khansa's phone. The phone ran out of battery.

That woman is careless sometimes too. Letting his phone run out of battery many times. Never learn from mistakes. Fortunately I love her. So I'll forgive all his mistakes.

I searched the Khansa Charger, but I didn't find it. Maybe he put the charger in his suitcase. Thinking of that, I immediately opened Khansa's suitcase and unpacked the contents. Look for that wired thing carefully.

When I did not find it, I began to take out one by one Khansa items consisting of various things such as clothes, underwear, flat shoes, toiletries, prayer equipment, sandals, powerbank, and so on, red box and charger.

I picked up the charger, but my attention was drawn to a red velvet box the size of a hand. I feel so familiar with the box. Like I've seen it, but I don't know where.

I opened the box and found a ring inside. The ring was made of white gold. In the middle of the eye of the ring appears a sprinkling of diamonds carved in the form of flowers. While on the inside of the ring engraved initials, A.K. Initial A? Alex? Not likely. I never gave this ring to Khansa. Then who's "A"?

A small piece of paper caught the attention. I took the paper and opened it. And contents... It makes me really blood up!!

"Wear this ring when you feel unhappy. I'll come for you, Khansa."

ACHA

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