(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile

Section 15

In the mansion, Cempaka sat pensively by the bed. He did not leave his room that day. Sit still while playing Caesar's cell phone. Now, he was worried, the last message that Caesar typed was deeply troubling.

"Do I really have to wear this?" mumbling slowly. He looked at the cloth in his hand, pecked irritably and squeezed it with anxiety. Cempaka's gaze fell on his reflection in the mirror.

He frowned, approached and momentarily turned his back to see the abundance of bluish-red stamps around the neck.

"Geez! Why did I just wake up?" screeches while covering the neck using both hands.

"God! It feels so shameful. They must have seen this." He grimaced, his body falling on the floor, wanting to cry.

"Miss, within fifteen minutes the master will arrive home," Yudi told after knocking on Cempaka's room door.

"Then, what should I do? Wouldn't you spend the night with the madam?" sahut Cempaka is upset. He clenched his teeth, furious with Caesar's willful attitude.

"Make sure you carry out the master's orders correctly," said Yudi firmly.

Cempaka lowered his shoulders, sighing. Who is he? Only a slave does not deserve to argue. It is not a free woman who has the right to express rejection.

Cempaka had to move and wear the curse. Cover it with a blazer, and sit around waiting for something she doesn't really want to wait for.

At twenty p.m., Caesar arrived home. The first thing he asked was the absence of Eva to welcome her home.

"Sorry, Sir. The madam has not returned since her departure with the Master this morning," replied the maid with her head bowed.

Caesar squinted, he would not contact the woman. Too fed up with his own attitude. He continued his steps up the stairs, heading to Cempaka's room to seek tranquility.

"Master!" The woman tightened the blazer as she moved and welcomed Caesar's arrival.

He grabbed the man's briefcase and helped open his suit. Then, the shoes, even help him remove the tie and button shirt. Something Eva never did during their marriage.

"I'll get water ready, sir!" cempaka said as he walked into the bathroom and prepared warm water for Caesar.

The man was sculpting, what Cempaka did to him was a surprise.

"Sir, is the water ready? What do you like the smell? I don't know" said Cempaka, bowing his head.

Caesar's daydream was spoiled by the woman's voice, he moved and went into the bathroom. Smiling, looking at the water sprinkled with red rose petals.

"Come here!" caesar's orders to Cempaka.

The body that was still shaking its back was jolted and ran into the bathroom.

"Argh! Holy jeez!" Cempaka covered his face while turning away, accidentally seeing the husband who opened his pants and just wearing ************* only.

"Why did you react like that? Didn't you see it?" cibir Caesar went into the bathtub. Find comfort from the touch of warm water.

"Near!"

Cempaka opened his hands, peeking to make sure there were no vulgar scenes in front of him. He turned around and sat on the edge of the bathtub at the command of the master.

"You can massage?" asked Caesar with closed eyes.

Cempaka nervous. He himself was unsure if he could massage.

"I don't know" said Cempaka lirih.

"Try it, massage over here. It felt aching," Caesar's pinta pointed at both of his shoulders without opening his eyes.

Cempaka switched seats, to the back of the man's body. Start massaging slowly, applying gentle pressures on the designated part.

"Mmm .. is good." Caesar dropped his head on Cempaka's lap. A little surprised, but unable to escape. "This too. I have a lot of work, I have a headache." He pointed at the head, asking Cempaka to massage him there.

The slightly rough touch of the woman's hand, gave Caesar a sense of comfort. He looked very enjoying, those closed eyes still looked beautiful. His clenched lips cradle the Cempaka realm of fantasy.

The scene on their first night made his blood rustle again. He smiled a pecking gaze at the beautiful figure on his lap. If she were the only wife, she would probably never hesitate to make out with him.

The woman quickly turned away, blushing both of her cheeks. Ashamed of being caught stealing a look at that face. Caesar held his head up, turned to face Cempaka. He lifted the woman's legs to go into the bathtub.

"Argh! The master! What the hell are you doing? I took a bath earlier," cried Cempaka while holding Caesar's hands.

However, instead of letting go, Caesar put his head back on the woman's lap.

"Let a moment like this. I miss someone," Caesar asked, he hugged Cempaka's waist, closing his eyes comfortably.

The woman was confused as to whether she was often like this.

"Did you miss your mistress, sir?" Brave to ask, his hands still stuck to both of Caesar's arms without daring to move.

He grew even more confused as Caesar raised his hand and placed it on top of his own head without answering any questions.

"Do this, I miss this too." She moved Cempaka's hand rubbing her own hair.

The woman smiled, actually who did Caesar miss? Her mom? Doesn't anybody? The haughty woman he met yesterday. A soft snore came out from between the lips of the man.

Eh? She asleep?

Cempaka lowered his head, confirming his conjecture. And yes, Caesar was asleep. How could? He was in the bathub.

Looks like I have to do this often. He looks comfortable.

Cempaka muttered while commenting on a smile.

Can I kiss his head?

He dreamed, quickly kissing the man's temple. Cempaka chuckled without a sound. Her face was blushing, feeling free to do anything to her husband.

Again, that's okay, isn't it?

Mischievous.

What he didn't know, Caesar wasn't actually asleep. The thin lips smiled, waiting for Cempaka to do it. As fast as lightning, Caesar's hand grabbed the nape of his wife and held her back.

Their lips met, though the thrashing of Cempaka could not escape. His body slowly decayed into the bathtub, performing an unexpected scene.

****

Twenty-two o'clock, Eva's car entered the courtyard, in a hurry to see Caesar's car had been parked in the garage. He ran into the house, looking panicked.

"Welcome, Madam!" greet Yudi politely.

"Where is Caesar?" ask Eva quickly.

"Sir in his room, Madam. Maybe it was waiting because it asked you," Yudi replied with a bowed body.

Eva smiled, walking up the stairs to her room. He glanced at Cempaka's room, sneering when he saw the room's lights go out. His steps continued towards his own room, opening the door quickly.

"Darling! Sorry I'm so slow." He was stunned as soon as he entered the room, Caesar was not there. His smile receded instantly, changing in disappointment.

"Where is he? Yudi said she was waiting for me in the room .. ah, maybe in the bathroom." Caesar's habit of waiting for him was to soak for a long time in the bathtub.

Eva put down her bag, undressing one by one. He smiled to himself as he stood at the bathroom door. Opening it without knocking, giving the man a surprise.

However, he had to swallow the disappointment again, Caesar was not there. There was only an empty bathtub, not even the man's work clothes in his room.

Eva squeezed out her own fist, her jaw hardened full of emotion. He knows where the man is.

"Damn it! Watch out for you, Cempaka. I won't stay silent!"