BETTING

HONEYMOON

A kiss on the cheek woke up his sleep. He wriggled slowly as the sunlight light came into the room when the curtains were opened. His eyes wince. His hands cover his face.

"Morning, baby." The smell of fresh mint is on Celine's nose. Who kissed her? I think last night he slept alone. After going around looking at one by one part of this apartment, he immediately fell asleep.

Slowly he opened his eyes. Bisma smiled at him. That guy has always been handsome since a long time ago. Clean and charismatic.

"Eh morning, sister," she replied shyly. She remembered that she was now the wife of Bhishma.

"Let's have breakfast. We'll be late. Flight's gonna be a minute." Bisma pulled her hand. The sturdy hand tried to hug, but Celine took it off. Embarrassed. Lousy.

"Yes. I take a shower first. Just a minute, yeah." He walked to the bathroom. The bisma looked at him unblinking. Realizing that he immediately entered.

"Don't look. A bit later." He's closing the door.

The man laughed amusedly. Funny for his wife. Suddenly, he wanted to fuck his wife.

Brak ....

He pulled the door that was unlocked.

Celine screams. The woman immediately pulled a towel covering her body. His face was embarrassed. "What do you want?" There was a shiver in his tone of voice. She knew but herself wasn't ready if her husband wanted her.

"You take a bath together" the man replied ignorantly. He quickly pulled the beautiful body in his arms. Looking at her beautiful eyes. Gently stroking her fragrant hair that was scattered.

Celine shook her head. "Don't, Brother."

"Why?" His voice turned raucous. The smell of this woman's body made her drunk. I forgot that they had to leave soon.

Bhishma is drawn to his own game. His wife was beautiful, and very seductive to faith. "Darling .." whispered softly.

He refused the bisma slowly. Afraid that her husband would be offended. "Sir .. later we are late," said it between his breaths.

Instantly, Bisma snapped, then slowly kissed her forehead. "Oh, yes. I'm waiting downstairs. Don't you take it long." He let go of his embrace and immediately came out of the room.

* * *

The man was sitting in the minibar waiting for his wife to come. He's stirring up coffee. The smell filled the room. It's a calming kind of aromatherapy.

Pt ... Pt ... Pace ....

There was the sound of steps towards where he was sitting right now. She's looking. His eyes widened to see the appearance of his wife this morning. His gaze was centered on the beautiful face before him. His eyes did not blink. Bisma gulps.

The girl was wearing a casual dress. Her long hair was cut. She wears red lisptics and a little make-up. The perfume is tempting. It was completely different from the Celine he used to see. Wear minimarket uniform with tied hair.

While married, she sees Celine as normal. The girl wears a kebaya with complete make-up. Because he is now his wife. Bisma imagines ....

"Why?" She asked when she saw her husband who was silent like that. He himself did not understand signals like this. A sign that the man in front of him wants himself.

"Eh, it's nothing. Let's eat." Bisma diverted the conversation. Her face flushed. Why is he ashamed?

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