Best Defense

Solve Problem

...Sean Danial Warner POV's....

I stepped out of the room after being satisfied looking at the peaceful face of my wife. I'm not sure if she remembers what happened last night after she called me. Last night I arrived in Jakarta at two o'clock and immediately rushed to meet Franda who was still at the club with some people I did not recognize.

Franda was very drunk, and as soon as she saw me she immediately hit my lips greedily while rubbing me in despair. I was happy to accept her deep love for me, and I loved her very much myself. We cannot be separated by anything other than death. God has brought us together in an amazing way.

Regardless of what had happened lately, the only thing I should be grateful for was his mental state that seemed completely unperturbed. At least I can feel relieved because his soul is really stable, and Sam is very helpful in this.

I returned to the room with a glass of orange juice and a pill for Franda. He was still lying face down on the bed, looking exhausted. His back and part of his buttocks that opened instantly made me growl and the rest of my body again feel hungry. I wanted to push her again, to vent the longing I had endured for two months, but I held back that feeling I just wanted her to rest longer.

Last night I had been pounding her all out, until she cried and screamed out for favors as I urged her beautiful throbbing body. It wasn't my fault, she herself had asked me to come and see her, and there was no reason for me to refuse to taste her beautiful and delicate body.

I just wanted to get out of the room and meant to let her sleep longer, but my angel was writhing. Hiding his head on a pillow before he realized my presence.

"Sean?" he said in a hoarse voice, surprised to see me. His face glared at me. "What...what are you doing here?"

My mouth curved high looking at her adorable look and I flicked my shoulders. "This is my house. I should have asked, what are you doing here, Franda?" said teasing.

Franda gasped, his mouth wide open. Then he looked around the room and only realized where he was, and as his gaze descended toward his body... "Oh, God! What the hell's going on? Did you kidnap me?"

Suddenly my laughter slipped out just like hearing her unreasonable question. "Franda, you're my wife. Why would I kidnap you, baby?" I shook my head in disbelief while she still threw a confused look at me.

Franda was silent for a while while looking at me, there was a happy glint that I caught a glimpse of from her eyes. Then she slowly moved her beautiful body until she leaned against the head of the bed. Franda shook her head several times while holding the blanket that covered her chest. He's still confused "Why am I here? Last night..." He paused for a moment, and suddenly his eyes glared at me. While I laughed out loud, unable to miss the funny and laughable moment of witnessing her blushing face.

Franda is easily tempted. Her cheeks would quickly blush if I gave her a naughty look that she liked so much. Only his tough attitude often made me have trouble dealing with him, besides I admired him. She's the gentlest, most forgiving, and wildest woman at once. But what makes me happy is that he gave it all to me. I can't count how much luck I've gotten from that gift.

I looked at her with a smile while enjoying her timid face. "Franda," my snoring was hoarse and smooth. "I'm your husband, baby. You don't have to regret calling me last night. I'm glad you did." I stretched out a hand rubbing her face and could feel the touch effect of my hand that made her tremble.

"Sean, i..."

"Shhh..." I interrupted, not wanting him to say something that might make my heart ache. Then my hand turned to grab a glass of orange juice and a pill for the painkiller and handed it to Franda. He accepted with his delicate trembling hand. "Drink, you were drunk like a madman last night. Are you so desperate, Franda?"

Franda took the pills I gave her. I took the glass back from his hand and placed it on the nightstand. "Thank you." she grinned.

"Together, my angel."

I sat on the edge of the bed with my head down. Trying to compose a sentence to persuade him. "Do you like this? A relationship like this?" manyu begin.

Franda silent. His eyes looked at the two palms that were above his lap. She took a trembling breath and I knew she was holding back a cry. His tender heart would never be able to accept something like this. Franda is strong and fragile at the same time.

"It's suck!" reply slowly. I nodded and we were silent again for a while.

"I'm sorry, Franda" I said. "I really didn't mean to cover up the truth about your birth mother. You were pregnant at the time, and I had to make sure you and our son were okay. I was planning on telling you after giving birth, when your physique had fully recovered. I'm afraid something's happened to you."

"I know it's hard for you to trust me right now, but that's the truth. Your family and I love you. We can feel what you're feeling, we know how disappointed you are, and we're just trying to take care of you. No one wants to lie to you."

I'm staring. He was still down, but tears began to wash over his face. His lips trembled while his hands squeezed together firmly on his lap. I cursed in my heart for being tormented watching her cry like that. Franda never asked for a complicated life, she could not choose the destiny she had to live, but somehow she was always faced with a painful reality.

"It's okay, honey. I'm with you." I murmured while rubbing his head.

After quite a long time of crying and spilling all the feelings she endured, she finally became a little calmer. I pulled away from her so I could look her in the face and wipe her tears. "Are you okay?"

He's nodding. He stayed for a moment, then raised his face. From his eyes I could see a happy glint that radiated dazzlingly. "Don't do it again, Sean. I don't like you lying to me." she asked firmly.

"Yes, I promise." I'll pay you back quickly. "No more lies."

She smiles. "I believe you" she said, then hugged me again.

My heart was filled with relief, and I was sure that there would be no other problem capable of crashing at us this hard anymore. Everything's been resolved. Franda and I are back. Now all that remains is a fun, colorful, and thrilling life. Everything seems more promising than, of course, the existence of her birth mother who will definitely disturb her. And that's the only problem we need to solve as soon as possible.

Whether Franda will forgive and accept her birth mother or not, it's none of my business. He has the right to determine it. I will respect whatever decision he makes.

"Wide, you should go home. Are your children not waiting? What kind of mother would leave her child and stay at someone else's house?" I mumbled jokingly, feeling pleased because of his improved mood.

He snorted, hitting my chest softly. "You kidnapped me." he grumbled, then laughed softly. I can't explain how I feel right now, any sentence will not be able to describe how my heart is filled with happiness when I see her laugh.

"You called me, ma'am." I replied, pretending to object. "Now I'm asking for payment for my services yesterday." I opened the shirt I was wearing and instantly his eyes and mouth were wide open as he saw the marks of his incredible attack filling my chest and around my shoulder. "You're gonna have to pay more for your scratch." I smiled with satisfaction looking at her gawking face.

"Oh my God, are you sure I did it?" He grimaces.

"Frandah!" my sergeant, and at once his laughter sounded loud while I shook in disbelief. "You really punished me last night, Franda. Lucky you're drunk, otherwise I'd be tied to the bed till morning."

He relaxed shrugged. "I just. You know, I don't even remember it. So, it's only natural that I doubt your words."

Now it's my turn to round my eyes. "Frand..."

I flinched as she suddenly with a single swift motion pulled my face and kissed me greedily. "I don't want to hear anything but moans coming out of your mouth. Now." Now." He kissed me again, and I greeted him with joy.

"As you wish, ma'am." I said flirtatiously

"Goodle. Now, I want to see if your manhood is also hurt. Quickly show me."

"Franda," I growled, but the angel who had just returned immediately pulled me to the ground, and sat on top of me. He grins.

"You don't know how I miss you, Sean, and last night you had fun alone. You're really cheating" he said, lowering his buttocks to my hardened, throbbing body.

"I'm sure you're still..." Suddenly, he shuts my mouth with his mouth.

"I told you I don't want to hear anything. You're not..." She was silent because now I was the one who covered her mouth, then my outstretched hand touched the reddest and most delicious part of her body.

"God..."

"Yes, sigh, baby. I want to hear it."