Befawa, Incorrect Marriages

Part 3#Other side Ryan

Sometimes the feeling of unease that comes to greet becomes a form of self-alarm about what will happen. Ameera grew increasingly agitated as the car entered the magnificent fence that looked haughty challenging anyone who looked at her. Was-was thinking to go back to the villa without neighbors.

The car stopped parked behind the van that became a travel bodyguard, then Ryan opened the door while looking at Ameera who seemed reluctant to go down. "Darling, come! We're at my family's house."

"Mas, aren't we home wrong?" ameera asked innocently but rather expected no answer from her husband.

Doubt in the woman's eyes made Ryan close the car door again. The gazes of the eyes clinging to each other tried to give peace with his shady eyes. Without a word getting closer to sweep the lips mute enjoy the spoiled pagutan.

His hand held the chest of the field that increasingly wanted power, "Mas, we're in the car." Remember it instantly stopped Ryan who started to stifle staring with misty eyes.

Finally the couple came down together because they did not want to be happy. The servants had already gathered in front of the house welcoming the arrival of the two of them. Again Ameera was stunned by what she saw. All was like a dream when the lives of the kings were presented in plain sight.

The hand that was coiled around the waist was getting tighter and tighter. He knows Ryan is trying to give support in order to adjust to the new life that exists. Without lingering the man introduced the wife to all the servants in a baritone tone that jolted Ameera's consciousness.

"Greetings, everyone." greeted Ameera to all the servants and guards who nodded their heads but quickly lowered their gaze again. "Mas, can you lower your voice? I don't feel comfortable hearing that."

"Hmm, let's go in!" The wife's simple request was ignored because it did not apply inside her house.

Mansion with a large area that can be used as an airport, then there is no harm if he behaves harder so that all residents of the mansion can understand without having to repeat the words. For him life outside the gate belongs to the world but inside the gate belongs only to him.

Without expecting anything, the man explained some parts of the room that Ameera could visit when she was bored. In addition, he also explained some rules so as not to occur violations. Every detail of what not to do makes the woman even more agitated.

The wife's question ended her explanation of the rules. "If we live in a free world, then freedom is gained but here. Everyone has their own purpose. Believe me you'll learn everything quickly."

"What do you mean?" He is confused because change is inevitable.

Not answering. Ryan grabbed his body into a sling. Footsteps up the stairs to go somewhere. Shady eyes still belong to him but why is the heart getting worse? Thoughts struggle without a definite direction.

The main room that used the voice password to open managed to distract. Ryan walked in without dropping him off, "Welcome to our room. I hope my dear wife is happy with our first wedding gift."

The room as large as his house is filled with complete furniture and must be all expensive even bed decorated with fresh flowers like love as deliberately in the decor to welcome the arrival of the two of them. Unknowingly her body slipped from her husband's arms.

"All these arrangements, did you make Mas?" he asked without paying attention to the busyness of Ryan who stood behind him because he himself tried to memorize every corner of the room. "Mas Ryan!"

The heart's intention wanted to turn around but the warm embrace surprised him. The touch of a burly hand with a warm gust of breath infiltrates the enjoyment. Let her husband start a long journey in order to let go of the burden.

The heat struggle that began to occur did not go unnoticed by someone. The unblinking gaze of his eyes saw every scene clearly displayed on the flat screen that was displayed on the front wall of his bed. Heartache stifles the chest but must remain patient. All for the common good.

He took the remote beside the right seat, "Wise your day with a thirst for affection because the night is mine alone." Not wanting to continue the spectacle, he chose to stretch his body with his eyes closed.

"Love is about sacrifice. I don't expect to be loved without madness. Believe me you must get the punishment you deserve even if all you do is for us." he said in solitude.