Enmeshed in the Love of a Married Man

Foreign Telephone

I smiled, stared deeply and lovingly at the man lying helplessly beside me. Her sexy body filled with tiny sweat, her eyes closed, the soft snoring sound coming from her mouth like a melodious and soothing rhythm in my ears.

"I love you, Mas Adi. I feel so lucky to be your wife." I muttered as I stroked my husband's chest.

Plain chest that is not covered by a single strand of thread. Swiping her jaw which is covered with fine hairs. We just had a prayer that felt so good. Worship that is worth a reward if done by a husband and wife. And it would be very sinful if done by an unmarried couple. Even his sin is a great sin, because he has acted.

At the age of our marriage that has been running for several months, we have not been blessed with a child. Adi really wants to have children as soon as possible. Various efforts have been made, ranging from participating in a pregnancy program in a reliable and reliable obstetrics clinic, taking treatment with traditional medicines, and participating in fertility therapy of the intimate organs and uterus. But to date, all of our efforts have not been successful. It seems that we have to be more patient and it seems that we have to increase our efforts to be immediately in the gift of living little creatures in my womb.

As I was focusing on my husband, suddenly his flat object on the nightstand shook with a light shining from his screen. I sat on the bed, grabbed the flat object, I wanted to see who called my husband in the early hours of the morning. I looked up, saw the needle that was attached to the wall of our room, it turned out that the clock was showing at one in the morning.

"S." My gamm.

I wondered in my heart who was the caller named S by my husband, because the contact named S did not put a profile photo as an identifier on his green application account. I looked at my husband again, there was no way I would wake him up just because of this mysterious caller, because my husband had just fallen asleep.

I finally decided to pick up the phone. The phone kept coming in because it didn't get an answer. I shifted the image of the green phone handle up, then slowly I brought Mas Adi's phone closer to the ear. I chose to be quiet first, waiting for the caller to speak first. Because if necessary, the caller must speak first.

One...

Three...

I counted in my heart when I picked up the phone. But someone across there seemed reluctant to talk, just like me. Up to the count of seven, I heard the voice of a woman speaking.

"Hallo, Mommy. How are you getting rid of him anyway?! You're gonna fuck me, yeah. Iiih ... You're being naughty." Said a woman across there in a spoiled tone.

Suddenly my heart ached after hearing a voice that was like lightning at night, breaking my heart instantly. My hand that was holding the phone instantly trembled accompanied by tears that blurred my vision. I shook my head quickly, reassuring myself that the woman had made the wrong or wrong call.

''Hallo, Honey ... How are you still silent. I miss taukkk!" Say the woman again with the tone made as soft and as marijuana as possible.

Honestly, I could no longer hear what other words he would say, I finally decided on the call with various kinds of preconceptions that had been lodged in my mind.

Seriate...