Asmara Anastasia

Gaining Terror

Happiness seemed to surround Kenan when he looked at the face of Anastasya who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. The cold-faced man still did not expect to be able to fall in love again, after a long time alone. The pain of the departure of the wife and daughter alone, made Kenan slumped also washed away in sadness. Kenan lived long enough but felt dead. There is no passion until almost every night swallow a sedative to restore his sanity.

The large, veined hand felt Anastasya's soft cheeks slowly, creeping into the nose then at Anastasya's slightly exposed reddish lips.

The movement as light as a feather was in fact not disturbing deep sleep Anastasya who looks so comfortable wading through his dreamland.

"You're really pretty" praised Kenan in a soft voice.

"I didn't think I'd be able to meet a woman as good as you." No longer feel the face area but Kenan's fingers now move rubbing Anastasya's open white shoulders.

"Eumm." Anastasya squirms, quite disturbed by the activities of her husband's hands.

Kenan smiled thinly. When Anastasya intended to release his close embrace.

"Where do you want to go?"

Kenan's question suddenly made Anastasya who was still half asleep, gasp. The pair of eyes that were originally closed, iki opened perfectly and rebelled in order to be separated from the man who had embraced him.

"Where do you want to go, why take off my arms?"

Anastasya blinked, trying to gather awareness. Panicked face for a moment, but once Kenan was the one who grabbed his body, the woman suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

Relax, he's your husband now and not anyone else.

"You why, baby." Kenan was so worried, he rubbed the sweat that condensed on the forehead of the wife full of tenderness.

"No. Its alright. Me, I'm just having a nightmare" Anastasya said. Honestly, this is not the first time he has behaved like this. Falling asleep in a man's arms is enough to frighten him and traumatize him. The shadow of Rangga's face always haunts him. When the man touched his body for the first time. It was Rangga's irresponsible attitude that gave rise to seeds of hate in Anastasya's heart to impact on his marriage and Kenan today.

Kenan sighed deeply as he said, "Don't be afraid, I'll always take care of you." Kenan brought Anastasya in a deck. Kissing the top of the head of the wife bertubi-tubi as a form of affection.

Such was the domestic life of Kenan and Anastasya these few weeks. It feels warm and complements each other. A couple who had felt the pain in the previous married life, fix each other to create a beautiful household like a second dream.

In his luxurious residence Kenan enter Anastasya but also not completely remove the shadow of the late wife who several years ago had left him.

His picture is still on display in several rooms as a memento. Anastasya did not mind, besides Kenan was now able to mengikhlaskannnya and began to look at the life that had been spoiled with him.

After handling the project in his leadership, Kenan chose to release his body tired by resting in a room that has been several years in his place.

The man's lips covered a faint smile as he recalled the face of the wife who was currently waiting for him at home. Kenan. Missing each other and saying hello. The man began to get the bucin virus, up to half a day did not meet Anastasya, can make him a night blindness and convulsions.

Kenan. Suddenly scooping his face as soon as he found himself misbehaved.

"Yes, she's my wife. So it's only natural that I'm that cute." In the dark, Kenan reached into his clothing pocket to retrieve his phone. Intent will contact Anastasya and say miss him.

Kenan again smiled when he saw the face of Anastasya displayed on the front screen.

"Do you realize how sweet your face is? Of course not, because I'm the only one who so admires the curve of your face. Cup" Kenan peeps his cell phone screen. Until unknowingly there was a woman who was passing by, spontaneously smothering the mouth that had held in disbelief. So ridiculous, making the woman rush to take a thousand steps before being discovered and the work will be lost that very second.

Some time Kenan was still glued to staring at the mobile phone screen showing the beautiful face of the wife in the wedding ceremony a few weeks ago. The smile on Kenan's lips had not disappeared until the successive notification destroyed his pleasure.

Some messages stormed his flat objects. The man's fingers shrewdly rubbed the screen until several photos hit his sense of sight.

Kenan swallowed his saliva heavily. Anxious feelings appeared instantly. The anonymous contact sent out many photos of Anastasya from various places and angles.

The man dropped his phone on the desk. Surrounded by the fear and anxiety that suddenly ran the body, Kenan tried to think positively if everything did not match what he had in mind.

Breathe in and throw it slowly. Several times Kenan ran his breath, dispelling anxiety and anxiety.

Only a few seconds less load, a message back into his personal phone.

Her wedding photo with Anastasya is on display. Also some pictures of Anastasya alone in different places. Not only photos, but the sender of the message also included words that made the man's body stiffen instantly.

Stop pretending to be sad when the facts say otherwise. Our tears weren't even dry yet, when you decided to leave. Remember, we won't just shut up and take it for granted.

Kenan's body shook. Cold sweat flooded the temples and palms. He knows exactly who the attacker sent him the message. Unmistakably, they must be the family of his late wife who still does not accept and always blame him for the tragedy of the downing of the plane his wife and daughter just a few years ago.

Tbc.