BETWEEN THE CEO AND MAFIA 2

Guests Carried Bara

Bayu smokes his cigarette while watching the news aired on a small television in his room. The space measuring 3 x 2 meters is now a private room with small bed facilities, wardrobe, desk, television, fan, refrigerator, and bathroom inside. A pretty fancy facility for a holding cell size.

However, such facilities still make it stressful. While inside the new cell, he was not allowed to receive visits from anyone. Bayu is also not allowed to use his cell phone. He was barred from contact with outsiders for fear that he would leak state secrets to outsiders.

The news that was shown on TV bored him. Just about the criminal news, artist sensations, as well as joke shows that are not at all interesting to him. During this time, he rarely watched TV so it was not interesting just listening to the news from the television box.

Clamps Clamps!

The sound of a door lock being opened. Bayu put on a cautious attitude. Who's going into his room tonight. Is he going under again to the secret meeting place as usual.

"Hey.... "

He bows his head at the door. Turns out that guy. Bayu was also less enthusiastic about his arrival, as Bara did not defend him at all, who had expressed his complaints several times. If he came to cheer up, it was useless as well.

"Busy what?" tanyakanya.

Bayu screeched softly, "You think you're visiting your boarding friends? It's a prison, don't ask nonsense."

"Dad.... How grumpy. Later regretted refusing my presence."

"Well! You better just go. It's time we rest."

"Someone wants to see you in front."

"Huf.... Who else is trying.... I'm so tired and need a break." Bayu grunts rough.

"Follow first, protest later."

Bara forced Bayu's hand to follow him. Throughout the cell aisle, many pairs of eyes are paying attention to them, especially Bayu. New prisoners are being treated there specifically. But it doesn't seem to make them envious. Because, often Bayu is taken out in handcuffed conditions and the head is covered in black cloth, especially at midnight. It was terrible for the other prisoners.

Bayu can only resignedly follow the direction of Bara's steps that continue to take him straight towards the outside. Upon arrival at the visiting room area, there was a woman who was already standing waiting for him.

Without further ado, he let go of Bayu's hand and ran to bend the woman with an immeasurable feeling of happiness. Bara brings Prita to meet him.

The close embrace of the two implied how great the love between them was, as well as the already unstoppable longing. Because of his longing, they vented it just by hugging each other without a word coming out. The current position of the Bara has changed like a mosquito repellent. It feels envious to see a couple who love each other like that.

"Ouch.... Don't stay here long, yeah. Poor fellow who is still single."

Bara's insinuation instantly made the two of them let go of each other's embrace.

"This is the key to the prison guard's house." Bara handed a key to Bayu.

"It's up to you what you want there, but please don't show your dignity in a public place. Plain people like me can get contaminated. I'll go first."

Bara left them both, not afraid that Bayu would run away if not watched.

"Mahr.... Thank you!" Seru Bayu's.

Bara didn't turn around. He simply waved his right hand upwards as he continued walking nonstop.

"I miss you dear. "unconsciously Bayu hugged Prita again after Bara left.

"Mas, Bara will be angry again." Prita tries to let go of Bayu's embrace.

Finally Bayu self-conscious. Pulling Prita's hand, led him to run towards a house building located in the front area of the garage. At least tonight he could enjoy living in a place worth calling home even though it still exists in the field area.

Bayu raises his wife's body. Prita's reflexes placed both hands on her neck and her legs wrapped around Bayu's waist without releasing their kisses. Prita is like a koala in its parent sling. With a light step, as if Prita did not feel heavy at all, Bayu took her to move to the room area with a fairly soft bed.

Slowly Bayu laid his wife's body on the bed. "Darling, what Bara brought you here?"

Prita nodded. His hands were still coiled in the area of Bayu's neck. "Everyone is so bad. They kept your whereabouts from me."

Prita was like a child complaining. During this month, no one told where Bayu was being held. He could do nothing but get upset. When he was feeling desperate, he suddenly remembered about Bara, Bayu's friend who was a police officer. Finally, he tried to ask Fredi for his contact number. Prita secretly contacts him without anyone else's knowledge. That is also the condition that Bara proposed. Indeed, Bayu should not divulge any information to outside parties.

Prita pulls Bayu into her arms, "Mas, were you okay here? I'm so worried."

Bayu smiled at the words of longing that slid from Prita's lips. "I should be worried about you, honey.... What about your wound condition?"

"It seems to have improved. I don't feel pain anymore either."

"Let me see it" said Bayu. He wanted to make sure Prita's injuries really improved.

However, what Bayu wants seems to be interpreted differently by Prita. Prita should only need to roll the shirt on his back so that Bayu can see the scars. However, what he did was to take off his top clothes casually. That was beyond Bayu's expectations. It's called a bonus. Or maybe it was Prita's code for him.

Prita showed her innocent back to Bayu. There are scars in there. The usually smooth back is now suddenly must have a scar.

Clamps!

"Aah!" Pekik Prita while holding the second payu*daranya.

On his whim, Bayu removed the strapless bra hook strap that Prita was wearing until it sagged and separated from the object it protected.

"Mas.... You are very ignorant. "prita whine with his typical spoiled tone.

"The rope blocks the view of your back, honey. That's why it's better to take it off." Bayu smiled satisfied with his actions.

"Damn.... Mas.... "

Prita is back to whining. Her husband is so ugly. Bayu hugged her from behind, both of his hands put away Prita's hands to hold the two chewy objects.

"Let me help you hold this so you don't mind."

The whisper of Bayu done right in Prita's ear makes it bristling. Coupled with the sensation of touch on both of his chest that makes it seem to float.

"Does Livy still like to have sex here?" Ask Bayu while playing both of those things.

"He doesn't want to, Mom.... "

"Thank God.... So now I have no more competition. Now it's mine."

"I've missed a moment with you like this, baby."

"Tonight, help me satisfy a desire I can't deliver."

"Do you want to?"

Prita wants the same thing. She had long missed her husband, her affectionate touch. Looks like tonight will be a long night long enough to let go of the longing of the two people who love each other.