Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

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A long time passed, the fish that had been in the concoction was almost burned. Yasir, got the task of taking an additional tray to put the fish that had been burned. Sweeping a glance at every corner of the room, there was no halal pair who entered at the same time a moment ago.

In the middle of his activity looking for the tray location, the steps of someone down from the top floor seized his attention. Agam, with half wet hair was following the stairs. Although wearing the same black clothes, Yasir's observant eyes can ensure that the T-shirt worn by Agam is different from the one he originally wore. Also that half-wet hair, did the burns on her fingertips require her to undergo a nighttime bathing ritual???

A smile was etched up on Yasir's face"When I took a shower, did you at least dry your hair before joining them outside. In addition to maintaining the prejudices and feelings of Zafirah, you also do not want to be the moons of Angga and Gibran."

Hearing the name Zafirah, made Agam only realize the feelings of the woman who got a rejection from him. The man checked the condition of his hair that was half wet, then, he glanced at Yasir who was busy looking for trays.

"What are you looking for?."

Jena came into the room, and of course from upstairs. The long decomposed woman opened the refrigerator and took the mineral water there.

For a moment, Yasir stopped his activities. The man stared at Jena's hair that looked dry"Check to serve the fish that had been burned."

Soon Jena headed for the big javelin, with a posture that the mini-fingered woman wanted to take what Yasir was looking for. Seeing this, Agam immediately helped Jena, as if hugging his wife from behind the tall Agam could easily grab the tray.

Yasir stared at the door to the veranda, worried that Zafirah was again watching the sweet interaction of these two people.

"Thank you, I'm looking for this thing everywhere" he said immediately took it from Agam's hands.

As the two of them were about to follow his steps towards the veranda, Yasir seemed to be blocking their way.

"You why? tell me if there's anything you want to say" said Agam began to feel uncomfortable with the attitude of blocking Yasir.

Yasir turned back, facing perfectly with Jena and Agam.

"Sorry before, I don't know what happened between you. But Jena, can you dry your husband's hair first? considering your relationship as a newlywed couple, they will all assume you have just finished." Yasir paused the words. The man tapped the tip of his foot on the floor, like he was worried.

Agam's face was blushing, and Jena immediately brought Agam back upstairs speechless.

"Thank you for the advice" Jena said in between steps.

Looking awkward, Yasir returned Agam's mischievous smile while shaking his waist. The man even shook his head as the grin of Agam's laughter grew.

End the work, now it's Zafirah's turn to replace the position of Syapila play stacking blocks. Together with Gibran, Syapala stared at the dishes and other dishes on the wooden table.

"For so long Agam and Jena, do they not want to eat with us" said Syapila.

"Because it is still bandaging Agam's wounds, it will soon be joined with us" Yasir said.

Gibran sat down before the table, casually eating a fish without much talking.

"Hey, didn't you wait for them to finish playing?" protested Sheila.

"Come on, I'm hungry. Let's just say I'm a chef who came to test the delicacy of our dish."

"Where's chef from?? Zafirah and Angga are burning these fish" protested Syapila again.

Ck! Yasir again mediates"Have it, let Gibran eat. Just one tail."

Staring at Gibran with pouting forward lips, Gibran laughed as he looked at the face of Syapala who was annoyed at him.

"Hihihi, don't be angry. I'm afraid you're cursing me in your heart, let's get this sweet grandpa take the plate. We eat together," asked Gibran to try to persuade Shapala.

"Now, the fish is good, be quick to eat," the boba-eyed man handed the plate to Syaba. He also invited the girl to sit with him. Lucky Syapala just joking, until finally he first ate the dish rather than the others.

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#Flashback On#

Do you know, walking up the stairs to the top floor is common. However, if you climb the stairs while kissing...are you sure everything will be okay?

For some reason, Agam's gentle touch so quickly absorbed a Jena's consciousness. The cold woman was so weak when the man first gave her a touch, and behind that weakness, Jena did not want to get away from her for a single moment.

"Kriet", the door to the room is opened slowly, as slowly as the kiss that still unites the two people. Since when did Jena's arm tightly hug her husband's waist, the woman did not realize her actions made Agam more opium on her. The desire to get more and more explosive, bringing Agam slowly herded the wife's body into bed.

"Agam..," he said was under the man's confinement.

Withdrawal stops the activity from heating up"Hem?," he asked, lifting up from the recess of his wife's neck.

"This is really your first time?," could not help but ask, considering that Agam is very much guarding himself from women who are not his mahram before marriage. The way to give a touch really makes Jena feel comfortable.

Gently rubbing the wife's hair"Of course, from growing up, you're the only woman who inhabits my heart. Also the warnings and teachings of my mother who always warned me to keep myself from being a non-mahram, this was really my first time Jena."

Jena ventured out her hand to touch Agam's face, cheeks dimpled finally touched for the first time. Agam slightly tilted his face when he felt that soft touch, again disconnected the distance between them and again smelled the sweet aroma of the wife on the niche of his neck.

It sounded very clear, the man's breathing grew roaring as Jena also launched her action on the man. When Agam took off the clothes he was wearing, Jena's eyes almost jumped to find his checkered stomach. Why does this little guy have abdominal muscles??? isn't he just a little boy who's as beautiful as his sister?The soul of the woman Jena thrashed, now even with the smoothness of the little fingers surfing on the muscles of her husband's stomach. When his hands began to descend to the lower area....

"Agam!," cried Jena restrained, the woman pushed Agam's body to switch positions. Jena tidied back the buttons of her shirt that had opened a lot, making her precious body have been seen even in the soft kiss of her man.

"What's wrong?" asked Agam sighing heavily.

"I still can't."

Agam rise to self-occupation. Faced with Jena who sat down to look at him.

Seemed Agam regulate the breath, calm themselves until they can control themselves again.

Scramble her hair, frustrated"Sorry, I should've been more patient."

"You pulled Jena too much, sorry if I made you uncomfortable" he said. Staring at Jena with a feeling of great guilt.

When Agam's heart was scared to provoke the trauma of his wife, Jena casually placed herself in the lap of the man. Hugging her tightly, putting her face on Agam's broad shoulder"You made me very comfortable, it's just that I haven't been able to give you your due tonight."

"Well, I'll be back to wait," his voice sounded hoarse, forcibly the man's lust should be assuaged immediately, ah!!! that was excruciating.

Close his arms to the body of Agam"Hem, be patient, after the holy bath I will give you your rights as husband."

Really, Agam's unrest seemed to disappear in an instant. It's nothing, Agam thinks Jena is still not ready to accept herself because love is still clapping one hand, to pause the hot activities that almost burned them. As it turned out, the activity was only hindered by one and another thing down there...🤭

To be continued....

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