You're Not Mine
You Yourself That Clarifies Everything Mas

Aisyah was still unaware that her husband was already in the room. Even until Yoga wrapped his hands around Aisyah's waist, he remained unmoved.

Yoga gemas made, if you are daydreaming like this Aisyah's face looks very sweet and funny. The touch on Aisyah's cheeks she landed in a row. Make the empu kegelian.

"Oh Allah, I have come home." Aisyah smiled, but remembering the incident earlier today made her lips flat again.

"Dear, I miss you so much."

Aisha let her husband embrace her first. But suddenly, his body stiffened. His eyes were round and his heart felt pierced when his sense of smell felt a foreign fragrance. In fact, he had nurtured scum in his eyes.

"Where are you from." Aisyah felt the nervousness of her husband.

"You know for yourself Ayesha, lately Mas overtime. Also sometimes Mas friends invite to play so go home a little night."

You're the one who took the girl, aren't you?

As hard as Aisyah fends off negative thoughts about Yoga, she is still unable to control her own brain. Even all of that is reinforced by Yoga itself which seems to justify everything with all its behavior.

"I'm tired, you must be tired too. Yeah, let's go to bed first." Aisyah moved from her seat, not a single step Yoga had held her back.

"Sorry sorry, but my body is so sticky. So you want to get me some warm water?" Pinta Yoga massage.

"Of course, I've been waiting a minute." Aisha does what Yoga has asked.

She also helped her husband remove his clothes. Again his heart seemed to be punctured by the view of the chest of the field which is usually plain now printed by the stamp of ownership. Of course it wasn't him. The picture is not so clear, Aisyah guess must be Yoga who tried to hide it all with ointment.

Why the more days, the more you act. Don't blame me for starting to suspect that I don't even trust you anymore. You alone made it clear everything. Inner Ayesha grimaced painfully.

"Thank you dear." I really want Aisyah to avoid Yoga lips that are landing on her forehead, but I don't know at this time she feels heavy doing it.

He prepared first the clothes of Yoga, then after he fell his body on the bed.

Unlike usual, this time he slept facing the other direction. Not facing the place where Yoga usually melts itself. As to what the response of Yoga will be, he does not care.

Sure enough, before long he felt the warmth of the breath on his nape. Not forgetting the hand that was also wrapped around his waist.

"Why give your husband back hm? Isn't it cold?" Tanya Yoga is right in Aisyah's ears.

The wife still remained unmoved, she still felt at home in her eyes. Feeling ignored, Yoga also slowly reverses Aisyah's body. The long black mane.

"Why baby?" He asked back with gentleness. Finally Aisyah opened her eyes to give up, she could not stand the Yoga tongue that was everywhere.

"Mas enough?" Stop Yoga who is still busy with its affairs.

"What's hm?"

"I'm just tired." Answer Aisha lied.

"Need to turn your back on your husband?" Aisyah shakes.

Yoga takes a deep breath. "Is there a problem? You're so different tonight."

"No, sorry, I'm not complaining. But I'm just tired of waiting for you to come home." Reply Aisyah looked down.

Guilt is getting more and more Yoga. "I'm sorry baby, God willing next time I'll be home early."

"Yes Mas" said Aisha briefly.

It's up to you in the future, Mas, I don't want to know anything.

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Hoekk, huh....

Jihan's stomach this morning really felt stirred. I don't know what the cause he did not understand, indeed lately he felt so quickly tired and dizzy. Even when Yoga takes her out she prefers to spend both of their time at home.

Yoga who just arrived, surprised not to find Jihan in her room. Hearing the noise from the kitchen he put his feet up to step there. Look at Jihan who looks so fucked up.

"Dam." He subtly called Jihan's name, and twisted Jihan's body.

Jihan only shook her head weakly, her eyes widened again and regurgitated the turbid liquid. Like a husband, Yoga painstakingly massaged the nape of Jihan. His face looked worried too.

After a long period of drama Jihan vomited, finally she showed signs of stopping. All of a sudden everything was lightened when Yoga started stroking his stomach earlier. Yoga held onto Jihan's shoulders, taking her to the chair in the kitchen.

"How does it feel? Already mendingan? Do I need anything?" Tanya Yoga gently, she removed the thin mane that prevented her from looking satisfied at Jihan's face.

"No idea, brother, but from yesterday it was quite dizzy and tired." Reply Jihan spoiled by leaning her head on Yoga's shoulder.

That fast, he felt the warm lips of Yoga on his forehead. "We're going to the doctor, Dad, I'm afraid you'll really get sick."

Jihan shook her head slightly, "No brother, this whole thing is already night. Em, can I have something?" Looking up at the face of yoga.

"May, just say it."

"Can I just stay here for tonight? I really want to be with you." His words are hopeful.

Yoga was silent for a moment, however he already had a wife. She shouldn't even be home late, but seeing Jihan's pale face. He also became unbearable. He took a deep breath.

"All right, just for tonight yeah."

Jihan smiled happily, "Thank you brother, I love you so much." Hugging tightly the body Yoga.

Deg.

Yoga was fixated, for some reason his heart suddenly beat very fast. Not because it was happy to hear the confession of Jihan who for the first time expressed her taste, but a feeling of guilt that suddenly stuck to the surface.

Aisyah, well the shady and soothing face of his wife who is now dancing in his head. Despite the closeness and distance of the relationship between her and Jihan, there was absolutely no love in her heart. Except just because it's convenient and probably well na**u.

No, it can't be forever that he and Jihan will just keep going like this. It could be because of their actions, the possibility of the growth of Yoga seeds is very large. Wanting to stop all this, it has gone a long way. He scooped his face rough.

Jihan who did not get a response from Yoga also raised her face. Look at the face of Yoga that looks dumbstruck and think of a problem.

"Are you listening to me?" Ask by gently stroking the firm jaw belonging to Yoga.

Yoga lowered his head, he smiled faintly and shook his head. Not a single word was spoken from his lips, he just tightened their embrace.

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