100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE

The living well contract

Emil opens his shirt, throws in any direction, until his athletic body is very formed with muscles that fit into a beautiful view of Namira's netra, but Namira just turned away not wanting to see it.

Seeing Emil like this was reflected in Namira's mind when Emil also undressed in front of Sexyola, so fiercely jealous of a woman that his mind could be as detailed as it imagined something.

Emil dropped his head on Namira's neck, he peppered all over the skin on the surface of the vanilla-scented neckline, took a sip, left a trail of redness, his hands guerrilla throughout Namira's body, trying to unbutton the shirt Namira was wearing.

Namira restrained himself with all his strength so as not to men.de.sah or even be provoked with the game of Emil although it can not be denied if he also missed the touches of her husband.

"Did you do this with Sexyola?"

DEG.

Emil stopped, he looked up at Namira who was crying closed his eyes.

"Stop saying that, baby, swear to whatever there's nothing like that, I'm not doing anything with Sexyola."

"How can I believe it, Emil? Whereas I know your habits so well, and you guys are former bed partners? Then what should I think? If Sexyola just stopped by the shower in our house, then? And it was midnight when your wife wasn't home?" namira shouted staring at Emil.

Emil lowered his head, closed his eyes trying to calm down, muffle naf.su which actually had soared high in the crown.

Emil chose to come down from Namira's body, he then sat on the edge of the bed against his wife. There was a rough sigh from Emil, while Isak Namira's crying began to subside.

"As I explained it, you still won't believe it, and I also know I was wrong. But, you still have to listen to me this time, after that, you're free with your decision."

Namira looked up at Emil who turned to him, Emil approached, taking off Namira's hand which he tied up on the cot.

Namira stroked her wrists which were painful and hot.

"The damage I'm dealing with is threatened with bankruptcy, it's all a result of the stock issues of the Sexyola family, I have to work hard to fix everything or Fabrizio will take over, and I will only be looked down upon, without being able to raise my head to pride, it will also make you not proud to have a husband like me," Emil sighed harshly.

Namira just silently listened, they both looked down enjoying every pain they felt. Emil again sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed his shirt on the floor and put it on.

"I don't really understand the work stuff, it's been Sexyola helping me handle everything, so, the last few days, every night, Sexyola's been staying at our house because I asked her to teach me, explain to me, for tomorrow's material. And it's very helpful, I can handle some problems, even so, I know I'm wrong, because I didn't tell you that first, I'm sure if I told you that, you won't agree, stupid me."

Namira glanced at Emil who had finished reusing his shirt. And the man stood up, facing Namira who looked down again, Namira's condition was very bad, his hair, shirt and face looked messy. He covered part of his body, clasping tightly onto the blanket.

"I've never touched Sexyola, Namira, I never thought about that one bit, I just missed you, loved you, wanted you, so, please stop thinking about separating from me." Emil sat near Namira, trying to touch Namira's face or just want to slip his hair behind his ears, but Namira quickly pulled him over.

Emil surrendered.

"Well, if you can't forgive me, if you keep insisting that we stay apart, me,," Emil paused, doesn't that feel really claustrophobic? Namira looked at Emil, looking at him so sharply.

"We still have a 15-day marriage covenant,"

Namira's eyes became more and more rounded when she heard Emil say it. So, Emil still remembers that stupid deal? Is he just going to let Namira go now? Namira's heart that began to melt was instantly peaked by emotion.

"We're leaving now, you're back in the apartment with me, don't try to run away from your responsibilities."

"Emil,,," said Namira ill, Emil glanced at Namira with a look in his eyes, asked? I don't know.

Grand family? Does that mean Aretha is coming too? If so, isn't that good? Namira was able to meet Aretha, she needed someone she knew who understood her and loved her at this time, and Aretha was the most appropriate person to talk to.

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"Dor dor dor,,, Namira,,, open the door,,,, dor dor dor dor...." Ardhan who was still outside the door continued to bang on the object made of wood, hitting it so hard that his hand felt hot.

'Lunches!' the door opened, Emil opened it.

"Suck!" Ardhan lashed out a punch and Emil easily held him back.

"Aaahh,,," cried Ardhan as Emil squeezed the hand so firmly that Emil's face creaked as he did so, at least he could avenge his heartache on Ardhan for approaching his wife.

Namira came with the suitcase she picked up and put it on the floor, pulling the handle of the suitcase ready to drag it.

"Namira," cried Ardhan softly as he endured the pain of Emil's squeezed hand, relaxed, Emil took off Ardhan's hand just like that, before Namira saw him.

"Are you ready, baby?" emil asked so gently, deliberately, he had to show Ardhan if Namira was just his.

"He em," Namira just nodded.

"Namira, where are you going? Don't tell me you're going back with this breng.sek guy, I told you everything, didn't I? If I'd seen them together in her apartment? Is that not enough as proof if they,,, aahh," Ardhan could not continue his sentence because Emil had already clutched his collar and pushed him to the wall.

"So you poisoned my wife's brain, didn't you?" emil's wrath was held.

"Emil, release!" namira insisted that he did not want to be denied.

"Uhuk uhuk uhuk."

Emil let go because Namira asked.

"Thank you for helping me, Ardhan, thank you for being with me when I felt like I didn't have anyone here, but, uh, I have to go now, sorry" Namira said sincerely, that soft voice somehow sounded so painful to Emil.

Namira's sentence, which says when she feels alone and has no one, is precisely Ardhan who is there for her woman, reminds Emil of the figure of Sexyola who is always there for Emil whenever he needs it.

"Come," Namira steps up, Emil takes over her suitcase.

"Namira," Ardhan tries to prevent but he also can't do anything, he knows Namira doesn't like to be forced. And Ardhan's feelings were more chaotic when he saw Namira's neck which contained a sign of ownership there, while there was no sign there, Ardhan's mind was immediately fixed on the right thing. They must have done it, shit, shit.

Namira and Emil stepped away from there, leaving Ardhan who harbored heartache, feeling so stupid, banging on the door while shouting like a madman, while the one he was worried about was even pleasant inside, and coming out with her husband like a harmonious couple, then what's the point of her being here all that time?

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Emil continued to try to reach Namira's waist despite repeatedly refusing, brusquely clasping her hands, but Emil did not care that she re-enchanted and hugged Namira's body very tightly, until the bodies of the two stick perfectly when they are in an elevator that moves down. Emil's thin smile represented how happy he felt at the moment, this was his second chance now, to fight for Namira back.

'God has contracted us to be husband and wife for life, so don't think this is all just a 100-day contract.'

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