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Section 10

The two people who were dissolving in a strange foreign taste were asleep in a state of hugging. Not a single thread wrapped their bodies, only a blanket covered. Cempaka was too tired to serve Caesar's desire that was not enough of a game.

Smooth snoring sounds soft, the pain is no longer felt. When he wakes up, he will probably complain. Caesar's face frowned, a shrill voice oozing out from between his lips.

He opened his eyes and perched when he saw a foreign face in his arms. The eyes closed, tightly. The nose is not as beautiful as Eva's, the volume lips seem sexy in the eyes of the man. Sweet and never touched. Caesar liked.

Gently rubbed the chewy object, unconsciously her lips smiled considering how Cempaka had struggled so hard to fight her pain. Tears that still trace on the cheek, dry because it is too long not swept. Caesar touched her quietly, not wanting the woman to wake up.

He brought the face closer, a short kiss on Cempaka's lips. Saying thanks without a word. Slowly, raise the coiled hand on his stomach and replace it with a bolster. Unintentionally, both eyes saw a red liquid that was drying on the bed sheet when shaking off the blanket.

"So it's true what people say. If a woman is still a girl, she will bleed. In the past, I didn't believe it because Eva didn't experience this. That means Eva wasn't a girl when I got married" Caesar murmured as he rubbed the red spot with a smile of satisfaction.

He moved, covering the plain body of Cempaka. Look at that simple, pimply face. In the future he wants Cempaka to be like Eva. Taking care of yourself and your face, also removes the stains.

"Why does it feel like I still want to be here. Eva was waiting for me in the room. Sorry, Cempaka. I have to go back to my room." He muttered regretfully, then returned to his room without waiting for the girl to wake up.

What he did not know, Cempaka actually woke up when Caesar kissed his lips. He pretended to sleep without any purpose. Cempaka opened his eyes, a little heart flattered to hear Caesar's murmur about his sadism.

He smiled, rubbing his lips that were left behind by the man's kiss. Then, grimacing when the pain hit the bottom.

"Silver. I feel like my body is all sticky. I want to clean myself up" complained Cempaka as he slowly moved.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, right at midnight. It's okay, he just wants to clean himself up. Cempaka picked up the pajamas scattered on the floor, again complaining when he saw the cloth had been torn and could not be used anymore.

With great care, Cempaka went down the bed while wrapping his body in a blanket.

He limped, his hands clenched the bathroom door and opened it. Turn on the faucet, filling the bath with warm water. Then remove the blanket from his body, and go in for a soak.

"Ahh .. relieved it feels. This is better." He smiled, closing his eyes, feeling a warm touch that refreshed his.

While Caesar goes to the room hoping Eva is still waiting for him. He promised the woman would only sow seeds in the womb of Cempaka not for overnight.

However, dear thousands, the figure he adored was no longer in place. The room was empty, leaving only a bed that was a mess of their former struggles.

"About? Why is Eva going out all night lately without my permission? If I ask, the reason is always the same." Caesar complained, trying to understand.

He approached the bed, waiting for a message that Eva would send regularly to her phone. Caesar's tongue clucked as the flat object rang. Unwilling to read, Caesar settles down on the bed, gazing at the ceiling, contemplating his domestic life with Eva.

Marriage, business marriage, without knowing each other, but ultimately love each other. Trust each other, and maintain the integrity of the household. However, no matter when Eva began to change. The woman was too often outside, gathering with her friends.

"I can't sleep alone. I need a friend and you know it, Eva. Why did you even leave without my permission?" Caesar muttered, then thoughtlessly decided to return to Cempaka's room.

His heart was racing again, when both doors were open and Cempaka again only wore a towel.

"Sir, why are you back?" tanyanya was still standing in front of the bathroom.

Caesar walked in, his eyes could not be separated from the bluish-red patches on the front of Cempaka's body. Then, drop yourself on the bed.

"I'll spend the night here. Eva's out." It was short, and no longer heard his voice.