Extraordinary Husband (The Awesome Husband)

Refraining

A cold face smiled at him, "Want me help?" the tanya slowly helped Keyla stand up. Expand it, up to the front area of the villa, precisely the garden chair that is there.

Keyla was stunned for a moment, while holding her bruised ankle.

Cracks...

"Awww.." screeched, with a single pull, the young man tried to treat him.

"Already, try to walk but slowly," said Tomy began to rise smiling at him.

Keyla got up, tried to walk slowly, "Truly can..."

"Include me, my name is Keyla" continued the woman smiling kindly, extending her hand.

"This.." but instead of welcoming his helping hand, Tomy picked up a rope tied to the neck*the Chihuahua dog Keyla had brought."Cute dog, take it home, it's too late to exercise..."

Keyla held it, but somehow the *dog she borrowed pulled it strongly. Until splashed into the swimming pool area that is there.

"Hup.hup.." Even to say please is hard enough for him. Just keep trying to get to the surface to take a breath. Can't swim? Keyla can swim, but her legs cramp.

Air bubbles were seen around the young man who jumped into the water saving him. The face of the one who helped him, the beautiful face that should have been the target to be milked, scattered the young man's treasures.

The fingers pulled him from the bottom of the pool deep enough to bring him to the surface. Keyla's chest was pressed several times, spitting out the water in her lungs.

Hup ...

Water came out of his mouth...

Tomy picked up the towel the waiter gave her, covered Keyla's body with the zipper of her open-topped sportswear. Showing her cleavage wet from pool water. Short skirt caddy style golf, looks untidy. Showing smooth white thighs.

Tomy began to rise, not looking at the slightest. Slowly the young man stretched his muscles, walking a few steps towards returning into the villa. Her pale white face contrasted with her black hair color, her slightly wet hair exposed to water. His muscles were slightly visible from the white cotton shirt he was wearing. The sunlight hitting his skin added to his charm.

"You don't want to introduce your name?" tanya, Keyla was stunned, for some reason her body was confused. To seduce the young man in front of him.

"My name is Tomy, my profession is someone's personal gigolo. The man who hired me has been paying for a long period of time, promising to finance my entire life. There is no reason for you to know me too well." she replied smiling, turning around a little for a moment. Fast steps into the villa building. Leaving Keyla still stunned in awe.

"Wait? Called Tomy? Am I wrong? But the picture is the same." he muttered, momentarily silent. A bad woman falls in love with a gigolo. Perhaps that was his feeling, a young man who blatantly declared himself a paid man.

Tomy the commissioner or Tomy the paid guy? No longer important to him. The guy who really caught his attention. Handsome guy? Keyla's been fucking and seducing various men. However, this young man felt completely different.

Warm feeling from a cold face. Something difficult to avoid. Today without realizing it was not him who conquered, himself who was conquered, holding a towel that covered his body tightly.

***

Tomy smiled, stepped onto the second floor, teasing her clothes. The thing he did? Of course see his son.

The young man was about to step inside, a servant lowered his head, "Sir?" he looked at me strangely.

"It's for you. Shut the fuck up!" Tomy gives some money to the waiter who finds him about to enter Frea's room.

The waiter stepped away, putting the money quickly into his pocket.

Kriet's...

The door was opened, then locked from the inside. The young man smiled, looking at his wife who was asleep while breastfeeding. The little lips were still sipping like hunger.

"Sir," he murmured, peeping at his son's little cheek.

Frea is seen sleeping soundly, so Tomy ventured, doing nosy, releasing his mother's chest held by her tiny hands and her son's small mouth.

The boy did not cry, looking at Tomy's face. The little angel that finally belonged to his father. Being a father is probably the greatest gift for him.

The boy squirmed, looking for a comfortable position, then fell asleep in his father's arms.

The tiny body was placed inside a baby box. Rubbing her hair slowly. A moment to step closer to Frea. Tidying up her messy clothes as a result of breastfeeding Kira.

But for a moment his movement stopped. Male instincts? That's what it feels like, touching an object that's been more than three months out of touch.

"Will he wake up?" he muttered, biting the bottom of his lips.

Until finally sighing, recklessly ventured. Frea's lips were tasted without getting a reply, her hands playing in the area where her son was breastfeeding.

Until, his wife wriggled, in a panic Tomy hid under the bed.

Frea began to open her eyes in panic, "Kira!!" his eyes scoured the floor area, expecting his son to be farthest from the bed.

His eyes shifted, the woman was relieved. His son fell asleep in a baby box. "Maybe Mariah (the cook) moved in." he said yawned, scratching his butt.

Beautiful views are expected to be seen. One by one Frea's clothes were removed. Even the underwear, was unaware of a young man suffering from swallowing his saliva many times. Still hiding under the bed.

Just a white towel covering that smooth white body was now, walking slowly towards the bathroom area. Moments later, the sound of water rang out, a sign that Frea was cleaning herself.

Tomy began to come out from under the bed, his fingers shaking, touching the bathroom door.

"Frea don't you feel sorry for my fate. This is not good for health, if it is not completed." he said, bowed to resist his wishes. Prefer to wait for his wife to return by her own choice.

***

More beautiful than Frea? Of course, all the information about Tomy had been bagged. The woman is now sitting on the bed. Wearing a dress as thin as a tissue cloth, with no interior at all.

Tomy's beautiful face that was only in the photo was fixed, "Young, rich, lonely without a wife, will want more warmth.." he murmured smiling.

"Keyla," a fat woman walked up to him. Bring him a glass of fresh drink.

"Emm, just put it down." he said.

"That's a picture of who?" asked the fat woman to shake her forehead.

The woman grabbed him, her cheeks gripped by Keyla's sharp fingernails. "Dugong, if not Gilang kindly hired you as my assistant, where you are looking for money, capital looks rotten like you. Just going to be a bum" he said, encouraging the woman to be thick.

"Don't dare to ask too many questions!!" continued.

Graduates of S1, should get a better job, right? Than an assistant to an unemployed. But he still wanted to see Gilang's face. It was not because of the young man's current appearance, just wanting to see the face of the man he liked, no matter his outer appearance.

Surrender? True he had given up like a back of longing for the moon. But pungguk still wanted to stare at the moon, feeling the rays of something that was impossible to reach.

Waiting for the heart to give up convincing itself if the moonlight is not just on him.

Seriate

...Thin rays of the moon I want to always see it, until I faithfully wake up at night....

...All creatures prefer bright sunlight, right? But I don't, the moonlight is more beautiful....

...Something I wanted to just shine on me. Can only watch him shine from afar. Although I had to push the warm sunlight, I just wanted to look at her even if it was painful....

...Loving someone who doesn't love you, being patient waiting for hope that I know is impossible. The empty hope I was waiting for, until these feathers floated one by one. Along with my body crashing on the ground. Surrender in this short life, can only look at the moon from afar until my eyes are perfectly closed. In the midst of my longing for him......

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