[Note] A Perfect Marriage

You Are a Guest

The throne that had just arrived at his apartment took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and gulped down the colorless drink. He turned on his black cell phone, there were some missed messages and calls from his girlfriend. The tired looking man put his phone back in his pocket, no intention to reply to the messages, his body still feels tired to play the flat object.

The throne walked towards the sofa and sat there leaning on its burly body. He wanted to take a break from activities that drain the brain. Today there are a lot of internal affairs of the company that must be completed, including handling the blue lake project that is a little problematic. His eyes swept every corner of the apartment, it felt like he had not seen the condition of his house for a long time. Since the presence of Cinta in that place, the Throne never again paid attention to his apartment. He'll be gone in the morning, and home in the middle of the night to sleep. That's how it is every day.

The throne heaved a heavy sigh considering his actions. "Why did you choose this path. Why are you being like this, love?

The man who only wore a shirt with a tie that was messy and formal pants closed his eyes. He tried to calm himself from the contents of his head that already felt as chaotic as a tangled thread. Just as he was able to relax his mind, the Throne was startled by the sound of a door suddenly being violently opened.

"Darling!"

A woman dressed in a red mini dress only half a knee long, walked decisively towards the Throne. The man who had just wanted to relax was made shocked by the sudden arrival of his lover.

"Bella, what are you doing here?" tanya the Throne stood approaching the woman with her sour face.

"I called you many times, but there was no answer. Didn't you promise not to come home soon? You want to meet that snake woman?"

"So I had an important meeting with some clients nearby. I've also just arrived" explained the Throne who looked a little frustrated.

Bella was silent for a moment staring fixedly bead the eyes of the Throne. He was trying to figure out the truth from the look in the man's eyes. His worries this time were completely unreasonable. He had even gone almost mad thinking about how his plan with Bimo, if until the Throne fell into the grasp of Love.

"I'm afraid you're gonna betray me and leave me, honey." Bella hugged the sturdy body of the Throne spoiled.

"will not. I'm just very tired today and want to get some rest" the Throne said, replying to his embrace.

The woman whose upper body was wide open, and showed two large protrusions began to do the action. He purposely kissed the neck and shoulders of the Throne gently. Inhale the masculine scent of those tempting neck niches. For the past two years, he still has not been able to get the main key to maintaining their relationship. Bella must be able to get the body of the Throne in order to stay by her side.

In this game, the Throne looks so enjoy the game of Bella. He closed his eyes, as the woman's sexy, springy lips brushed against his neck. It felt like he was made to fly by pleasure until it could momentarily make his brain feel paralyzed. However, the man's consciousness suddenly returned, as Bella began to unbutton one of her clothes.

"We can't do this, honey," she said, pushing Bella's body gently away.

Ahhhh,*lan! In a little while and I can get it, growled Bella.

"Dear I'm yours. You can do anything to me. Aren't we getting married later?" The woman again tightened her embrace.

The throne was about to open its mouth to answer Bella, but closed it tightly again when it heard the sound of someone pressing a button from outside. The throne directed her sharp gaze to the door, and Bella, she was being indifferent and kept hugging her lover friendly.

The white door was opened soon. A woman emerged from behind it. The flat face of the beautiful woman instantly changed as she watched the scene before her.

The throne turned its gaze towards Bella with its leisure. He is not at all surprised or nervous about the coming of Love. The throne kissed Bella's forehead gently before finally pushing Bella's body to release her embrace.

"It's late, go home first. I'll see you tomorrow."

Bella nodded her head spoiledly. They seem to be working together to deliberately show their love in the presence of Love. The sexy woman suddenly kissed the lips of the Throne before turning away. It is undeniable that the two people who were there were surprised by Bella's actions. Yes, although not too obvious, the Throne also slightly widened the eyes to get the sudden kiss.

Bella breezes away just like that, passing Love frozen in its place. Her eyes were fixed on the Throne, sweeping every corner of the body of the man who had become her husband. There were traces of lipstick stuck to her collar and clothes, there were thin red patches also on that neck. The breath of Love hunts down witnessing the intimacy of her husband with another woman. His chest even looked up and down so quickly. He tightly clenched both hands to suppress the already turbulent emotions in his heart.

The thrones clucked in annoyance as their two eyes clashed against each other. He turned his face lazily and picked up the suit lying on the sofa before finally turning away.

"Can't you appreciate me a little? At least don't bring her home to make out," protesting Love who can't stand to keep quiet.

"This is my home, and you as a guest should know yourself" replied the Throne without looking at his wife and stepping away from Love.

The deg!

A sudden pain ran through his chest hearing the Throne's answer. It hurts, and it hurts so much that Love can't speak anymore. Even her crying was silent. She was drooping on a used sofa occupied by her husband. The man's masculine fragrance was still stuck there, making his heart feel even more broken into pieces. The aroma that penetrates into this sense of smell, makes it imagined by the intimacy of the husband and his lover.

"I'm a guest? All right, if this is what you want. Just do what you want to do, Throne. I just need to hang in here for six months, that's all." The cry of Love broke with the end of the murmur.

He felt he could no longer hold the stalk. Love used to think by taking the rose, she could enjoy its beauty, have it fully. But all of that is wrong. He had to deal with the sharp thorns when he wanted to pluck the beautiful looking rose.

At least I've been trying to get you.

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