You're Not Mine
The Sacred Bond

"Son, I've prepared a towel for you!" Shouted Jihan right in front of the bathroom door.

"Thank you, An." Sahut Yoga's. He bent his head a little.

"Thank you." Say it again.

"Yes Brother." Answer Jihan shyly.

Jegregs. The door is back closed.

Jihan waited while cooking something warm. Especially the weather is so cold right now. Both rain and lightning are connected.

Jihan immediately swallowed her saliva when she saw Yoga which was only wrapped in a towel. Exotic skin and a not-so-strength body are so dazzling. The hair that was still wet with dripping water slowly looked so sexy in Jihan's eyes.

"Damn!" Yoga waved his hand in front of Jihan.

"Oh yes, brother, I'm sorry I daydream."

Yoga smiled, "You've been cooking? It smells good." Looking at the direction of the table in the dining room above which has been arranged neatly with various kinds of food.

"I-iya Brother, you haven't eaten yet. So I made you something."

The man nodded, "Oh yes Jihan do you have any clothes that are large in size? My clothes were wet, and wanting to order online didn't seem like it could be due to this kind of weather."

"Em a minute, brother, I'll try to find it first."

Jihan focused her attention on the blue plain shirt and the sizable trending pants. In his heart he hopes that the size fits with Yoga.

"Sister, there's only this one that's the biggest. Hopefully it will fit." Showing the clothes he had chosen.

"Yes, thank you" Yoga went to the guest room. Indeed, if he rested here, this place became his bed.

Jihan smiled happily, the clothes she chose looked fitting even making the upper body of Yoga printed clearly.

"Thank God it turns out to be fitting, but if you see it is too tight. Is that comfortable for Brother?"

"A little bit too small indeed, but it's okay. Than not wearing clothes at all."

"Yes right, I've eaten. I've prepared food for you. I hope you like it."

"All right, thank you."

Yoga stared intensely at Jihan who was preparing food for her. Jihan what if I harbored feelings for you wrong? I honestly feel comfortable for you. I always want to be by your side. I'm also very happy to see you smiling lately. Not like I knew you in the beginning.

"Sister?" Jihan waved her hand in front of Yoga's face.

"Yes, sorry Jihan I was daydreaming earlier."

"It's okay, brother, let's not daydream now. The food will be cold."

"You're right."

The rain still shows no signs of easing, Yoga himself is still in Jihan's house. But, if you go home for free. The car broke down. The clock shows at 10 p.m.

Chequek. The door opened, revealing Jihan in her nightgown.

"Your mother is still here?" Jihan asked with a frowning forehead.

"Can't I be here?" Without answering, Yoga asked Jihan. And put on a face pretending to sulk.

"Em t-no, that's not what I mean."

Shy and reddened face makes Yoga so anxious with Jihan. Without a second thought, she was almost that woman. The steps are very slow, I don't know what it means.

The weather factor at night, as if to encourage Jihan to reply to the treatment of Yoga. The coldness of the night, further incites Yoga to seek warmth. Unknowingly, the distance between the two had eroded.

Feeling the tightness in her chest, Jihan slowly pushed up Yoga's body. His face lowered, a thin smile wrapped in shame made Yoga lift the face of the ayu.

"I, I really want you, Jihan." In other words, the desire that was in him seemed to be no longer able to hold.

Jihan raised her face, deep down she felt the same way as the older man. Slowly, both of his hands were resting on Yoga's shoulders. His feet wanted to reach for something.

The smile of victory rose clearly on Yoga's face, with a stirring feeling. He dribbled Jihan to feel a bolder sensation. The activities they do make their bodies seem to be fluttering. Some things are no longer in their place of origin.

Until both, anchored in a soft contest. Both eyes were already foggy of passion. The impossible, if their game stopped now. The thick cloth slowly swarmed the bodies of the two.

Prangg!!!!!

"Astaghfirullah," the heat Ayesha felt on her palm. Following the wound that increasingly tore each side of his hand. I don't know what was in his mind, until the coffee he had brewed actually spilled towards him.

Not long before he noticed the wound on his hand, he picked up the scattered pieces of glass.

Sett!

"Innalilahi o Allah. What's wrong with me?" Sorry in the heart. Perih back he felt, even this time the blood also accompanied the pain in his hand.

"Dear of it! What is this Athaghfirullah?" Tanya Intan who always appears. Murat was worried clearly on his face.

"Eh Intan sorry for disturbing your sleep." Sahut Aisyah grimaced.

"Have gone from there, let me clean this up. Just sec.." Friction between the legs and the floor makes Intan feel the cold of the night accompanied by heavy rain and lightning. But that didn't mean much to him, until he found a box of P3Ks.

Both of Aisyah's shoulders he grabbed and led her to sit on a chair. "You've treated your wounds. Let that be my business." Declared.

Aisyah smiled. He began to bandage the wound with a liquid that caused a little pain. His eyes narrowed and his mouth was tightly closed restraining lara.

"Actually what were you doing Aisyah? Don't you see the clock on the wall. Lookie! It's past 11." Gerutu Intan on the sidelines clean up the mess in the minimalist kitchen.

Geming who was responded by the married woman. He smiled bitterly as his mind wandered somewhere.

Well, not finding the presence of her husband makes Aisyah not relieved. Even in this weather, it makes him still patiently waiting for the return of Yoga.

Feeling sleepy, he thought of making something to hold back his sleepiness. But what power, his unsettled mind and turbulent heart state made him unfocused. Until the disaster casually approached him.

"Dear of it!"

"Oh yeah, what's up?" His shock made his neutrality look at the owner of the voice in haste.

"You're the one who's why? What's up?" Ask Intan who was done with his business earlier.

"Eh no."

Intan twists a lazy ball. "Have a quick sleep, I'm sure Kak Yoga won't be coming home now. He must be safe now, the weather doesn't allow him to drive his car."

Slowly, Aisyah's face went up and down. Agree with the words of her husband's cousin. "You're right too."

A beautiful pink arch was instantly created. "Let's just sleep now." Take Intan to his cousin.

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