ACTOR

STILL JEALOUS

Rumi came to Zio who was already sitting at the dining table. Aunty's black coffee, the housekeeper had started to drink a little while smoking a cigarette that had been lit tucked between his fingers. Rumi was silent and looked at the man who had given satisfaction and the peak of pleasure after his emotions had peaked earlier. Her prerequisites have now saggy changed with the tenderness that is now shown for the man who has become her husband.

" Where was the woman's contact?" rumi said to Zio. Zio handed his phone to Zio. Rumi started to open the screen of the phone and looked for the female contact in question.

" What's his name?" asked Rumi again still curious and full of jealousy.

" Temptress!" zio replied and then left Rumi who was still sitting in the dining chair. Rumi was still focused on staring at the screen of her husband's phone. While Zio, walk to the back garden under the evergreen tree that has not been high. There Zio sat back to enjoy his cup of coffee and cigarettes with his favorite brand.

It was seen that Rumi several times contacted the woman intended but several times also not once raised by the person concerned across there. Finally Rumi walked up to Zio and handed him Zio's phone.

" He didn't pick it up" Rumi said. Zio was silent and did not respond.

" So that woman likes to tease you? Tomorrow I'll go to her at work. I'll embarrass him." said Rumi still full of emotion. Zio now looked at Rumi with a sharp eye and dislike.

" why? I just don't want my husband being bullied by other women. You are only mine. And it's just me, mas." said Rumi now began to possessive once. Zio pulled out his cigarette and released the smoke back.

" You don't deserve to be jealous of a woman like her, baby! You are a classy woman" said Zio and then stood up and walked away and was about to leave Rumi. Rumi held Zio's hand. Until Zio stops his steps and sees his wife Rumi.

" Where are you going?" ask Rumi.

" Want to wait for you in the room!" zio replied while playing his naughty eyeballs. Rumi smiled then followed the steps of her husband Zio.

Inside the room, Rumi begins to dominate the game. Zio seemed resigned to receive the service shown by Rumi. Rumi did not miss every inch of her husband's burly and athletic body parts. That night was really the night that created the beautiful sound of the concert he was the man who played his violin. Play with friction according to his rhythm. Swipe and make a sweet sound there. Zio was lulled into that beautiful game. While Rumi trying to make his game does not disappoint the men who are currently under him.

" I'll make you realize that I'm better at playing in bed like this. And you will realize, you will not need another woman besides me." whispered Rumi with a rhythmic play.

Sandriza began to fidget over her bed. He did not expect to be lied to by a man like Zio. The guy who tried to chase after her and said he liked her. The man who claimed that he had never been married had a wife. And this, his wife calmly made Sandriza embarrassed at the restaurant.

Sandriza's cell phone suddenly rang, discharging her thoughts that were currently everywhere. There is a number he does not know. But Sandriza was very curious about the number.

" Hello!" said Sandriza with still lazy fashion.

" Hello, it's me Handoko" said the man across the street. Sandriza ber O ria's.

" You haven't slept?" ask Handoko.

" No, mom!" answer Sandriza briefly.

" why? Do not think about what happened to you earlier. Oh yeah, here's my number, you keep it!" handoko said trying to get along.

" I'll keep it, mas!" sahut Sandriza's.

" Tomorrow training in the sanggar, right? I'll be there." said Handoko.

" Hey! It's resting and piling early. Don't think too much. Later I will protect you, if the man's wife hits you" Handoko said full of promises.

" Yes, thank you!" sahut Sandriza's. Then disconnect his incoming call. The man across there swore to himself for without saying goodbye Sandriza arbitrarily closed her outgoing call.