BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

105. Eres mi alma gemelo (You are half my heart)

Bimasena's wish is to go through a hot night with Nadia to spend her last night in Indonesia. Because tomorrow he has to go back to Venezuela.

There was a long-worn desire, a long-shackled one and perhaps .. he could no longer contain it tonight.

After becoming a widow, Nadia put up signs that were too much for her. Signs filled with prohibition marks. It is forbidden to hold this and that, it is forbidden to kiss this and that.

Fuck all those marks.

Tonight he will grind all the signs installed by Nadia. Nadia had to replace all those nights when she was in a puddle of longs and almost despair.

He won't rest Nadia tonight until morning.

It won't.

Tonight will be the most exhausting night of the woman's lifetime. To atone for her sin, for allowing her to freeze withholding desire, continue to avoid it under the pretext of the coming moon.

He was already restless waiting for Nadia who was suing to put baby Glor to sleep. But somehow baby Glor still refuses to sleep.

Usually the baby is so easy to work with. But this time Glor seemed to be guarding his mother from her father's mischievous intentions.

He sat behind Nadia. Every time he peeked out from behind Nadia's back lying on her back, his son would stop drinking breast milk and smile at her. I want to joke around and play again. It was as if Glor had not been satisfied all day playing with him.

"Mamma," said Glor, nodding at him.

C'mon Glor. Give daddy and mami time tonight. Have we not been playing all day?

"Come on, baby bobo. Tomorrow morning play again with Daddy. Glor's coming to the airport, isn't he taking Daddy?"

His hands rubbed the head and cheeks of the baby while drinking the breast milk.

"Bim," cried Nadia with a blushing face.

Because his hand that rubbed Glor's cheek accidentally nudged the part of Nadia's body closest to Glor's lips.

Without purpose?

Sure didn't. It was intentionally.

Hearing his mother screech, Glor let out a crisp laugh.

Very humorous.

But now it's better if Glor sleeps first. Because tonight is an adult's night.

"Kok Glor won't sleep anyway, Mi?" muttered.

"If Glor sees you Bim wants to keep playing. Mending you wait in the living room," said Nadia.

Waiting in the living room? Why not ?

Maybe the future mistress wants to repeat what ever happened on the sofa.

I'll give you the best.

While walking into the living room he undressed the t-shirt he was wearing, then threw it just to one of the sofas. Don't bother opening it later.

What jeans does he use need to be unlocked as well?

It doesn't seem necessary first.

Prevent Nadai from screeching and hiding in the room when he saw it almost te lan jang.

He then fell asleep on the long sofa waiting for Nadia to come out of the room.

Finally the door of the room opened and the long-awaited mistress appeared also from inside the room.

But ...

He wished Nadia to appear in lingerie and walk gracefully towards him to tease him.

Reality ...

The woman appeared using a pajamas set. Coated with sweaters anyway.

What the hell is Nadia?

Maybe Nadia can guess the contents of her head and make protection with long and layered clothes.

Never clothes. Even if Nadia was wrapping her entire armored body it didn't take a minute she could open it.

But the woman put on a sulking face, puffy eyes also because of crying.

What the hell's going on?

"What's the matter, honey?" He got up and sat on the long sofa.

Just as he left Nadia in the room, the woman was fine. Why are you crying now? Is it that the weather in Indonesia changes?

Or Nadia wants to play a show? So he doesn't ask for special services tonight?

Nadia just so he pulled and sat on his lap. With a position like this, hungry lions easily pounce on their prey. But must relieve the cries of the victim first. Because the dish is delicious when given a tear topping will turn into bland.

"You don't go home, Bim. I'm not ready yet" the woman whispered.

Is that why Nadia is crying?

It's not serious stuff.

"Nadia, the longer I go back to Venezuela, the longer my job there is just done. Shouldn't we get married soon?" he wiped away Nadia's tears that melted at the corner of the eye.

"But I don't believe in you Bim. You're naughty. You must have teased all the women there."

What if Nadia knew that in Venezuela she did not have to tease women, women themselves who came to tease her?

"Nadia, you don't know how busy I was there. There is no time to flirt with women. It's also no longer time for me to flirt with women there. Now that I have in mind how can we get married as soon as possible."

"But I read on the internet, Venezuela is a paradise of beautiful women. Is that why you want to work there? Proven you're dating Miss Venezuela."

How could he not laugh if Nadia was crying out of unwarranted jealousy. Troubles your own heart by guessing.

"You don't have to be jealous of Daniela. Or the other Daniela-daniela. Because the only woman who makes me act beyond logic is just you."

He tried to convince Nadia. Because I don't want to spend the night just arguing without wrestling.

"Not to seduce. I know myself. I'm nothing compared to the woman there."

Nadia. Always dropped to the lowest position. Nadia has lost the confidence she once had.

"Mi amor (my dear). Te quiero a ti con todo lo viene incluidao tus defectos, tu pasado, tus errores, tus celos, tus enojos." He wiped back the tears that did not stop falling on Nadia's cheek.

Nadia looked at him solemnly. He hoped Nadia could 0trust him, but ...

"What does that mean?" ask the woman.

It was not the right language choice for Nadia.

"I love you completely, even with your flaws, your past, your mistakes, your jealousy, your anger."

A very sweet smile.

"Me gusta it's sonrisa." His finger that was on Nadia's cheek moved to the woman's lips.

"What else does it mean?"

"I like your smile."

The woman smiled again but this time was accompanied by embarrassment. Shifting his gaze to the left avoided his gaze.

"He's dead!"

"Yes?" the woman replied, still sobbing.

"From now on don't call me Bim again. Just call you Mas."

Nadia laughed when she heard his words.

"So I call you Mas too? We're the same age."

"Call me Daddy then I call you Mommy."

"Iiiiih risih .. We are not married."

"He's not married yet but we have children."

Nadia finally gave up.

"All right, Bim."

He nodded to Nadia.

"Allah ... Daddy," said Nadia while laughing shyly.

This is what a woman who cries while laughing looks like.

Now is the time to fulfill the desire.

He was holding Nadia's sweater. "This what does it mean? Wear long-length clothes, covered in sweaters anyway. The air is not cold."

Nadia laughed at him again. "Trus why do you also open your clothes, even though the air is not also hot?"

"You? Daddy !" emphatically.

"Yes Daddy. Why don't Daddy wear clothes when the air isn't hot?" Nadia challenged him with a hoarse voice after crying.

It was already brave apparently the woman who was sitting on her lap.

"I want to claim my rights."

"What right?" Nadia frowned.

"The husband of his wife."

Now Nadia's eyes widened towards him.

"But we are not husband and wife" Nadia said.

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"But we are not husband and wife yet" he said.

He saw flashes of desire burning in the eyes of Bimasena. Making him suddenly tremble, like an army that was about to run away from the battlefield upon seeing the enemy.

"Mi, I don't want to argue. I don't like your clothes. Standing in front of me. Unlock this sweater, shirt and pants. Or I'll open it."

It is not just the facial lines and body scents of Bimasena that are very masculine. The man's voice was also full of high sexual appeal. Gives an indication of how much testosterone the man has.

But the man's orders gave him goosebumps, like hearing kuntilanak singing at night.

There was no way he would stand before the man, undressing him. Unless his head had been cut off from his body, so he did not understand the shame anymore.

He then closed the body to Bimasena and propped the chin on the man's firm shoulder. In order to avoid stern brown eyes that can hypnotize.

"Jangaaan Bim's. No maukuu," whining. "You are so bad, you want to sin just."

"Team again?"

"Don't Dad." He had already arrived at Bimasena.

The man stopped talking. But not by hand. Because he felt the man's hand caress his back.

Not outside the sweater.

Not between a sweater and a shirt.

But behind both. So that the man's warm palms rubbed against his skin. Makes his blood rustle and flow faster.

"Bim don't" he said softly, closing his eyes.

The man's hand was torture. Sometimes torment .. fun.

The man did not even protest anymore even though he called him Bim. All he felt was the man's breathing getting heavier.

"You remember how long it took me to endure the cold and loneliness?" the man's voice turned raucous. Even Bimasena himself has also forgotten the rules called Daddy and Mommy.

He did not answer, because his body had frozen only due to the rubbing of his hands on his back.

"You have to change all that, tonight." whispered the man full of terror.

Is he still able to escape from the strong desires of Bimasena like the previous nights?

How-how?

He wrapped his hands tightly around the man's body. That way Bimasena's movements are slightly constrained by his embrace.

But the man's hand touched something he had put in his underwear, and asked.

"What's this?"

"Guard," he said. A hot wind blew on his face. How could the man's hand be there?

"What's the bandage for?"

"And I'm menstruating."

The man then chuckled and stretched his embrace. So that the man could see the reddened face that he had been hiding.

"How long is that period? The period from last week menstruation only. You want to lie to me, right?"

"Seriously I am still menstruating Bim," he whined, hoping that Bimasena would believe him and not have any intentions to mess with him.

"Glor's territorial area is only the upper one. So Daddy doesn't have to ask Glor for permission if he wants to check the bottom," said the man, making his mouth round.

"Excuse me Mi, Daddy wants to check on Mommy."