Final Letter

ST33

That night it was raining quite heavily, Sutra woke up from her deep sleep, after thinking about many things she slept early. While the Inca had been soundly sleeping on the floor with a carpet as a base, as well as a blanket wrapped around his tiny body, there was a sense of guilt that ranted . The son feels guilty for his wife for several months of being her husband, the son still does not treat her properly.

At the instigation of guilt the Son ventured to move the Inca onto the bed, the girl was still comfortable with her dream without being disturbed in the slightest. The son laid it down carefully, until the gaze of the son's eyes led to the inca, the little wife he married a few months ago.

It is not wrong that the Inca is present among the despair of his love, but only the victim who does not deserve hatred, if he cannot love him, at least treat him well. The son still looked at the face of the Inca more closely, until the Inca realized that something had happened to his body, and there was heat hitting his face.

As Inca was shocked and tried to neutralize her heartbeat, the man who was already her husband was right in front of her face.

"Ma__mas what do you want?" said the nervous Inca

There was no answer from the mouth of the son other than the sound of lightning and rain which became the accompaniment of the unusual situation between the two.

Either the impulse or the lust of the Son draws his face closer and the gaze of his eyes leads to the tiny lips of natural red, a second later the Son does so,kissed the Inca's lips and went deeper without thinking the owner was surprised.

The Inca fell silent not knowing to respond or reject the actions of the Son, until immediately the actions of the Son were out of control and did what he wanted.

The Inca chose to resign anyway they are a legal husband and wife in the eyes of law and religion,The Inca enjoyed what the Son did until that desire could not be restrained naturally the son was a normal man who wanted adult things. The atmosphere of rain and lightning that occasionally sounded did not forget the dim room lights hiding various expressions from the faces of the two.

The son had succeeded in releasing what was attached to his wife's body, as well as to himself, as soon as he forgot the greatness that had been the focus of his mind since noon, however the great woman was the first to fill his days,and if you can be honest the feeling is still stored strong.

The dim lights actually managed to hide the Inca's embarrassed face from having to leave her body plain without anything, as well as realizing that the son was also in a plain state.

Instinctive when the two can have intercourse, the Son treats this night gently, the sigh after sigh that comes out of the tiny lips Inca increasingly makes it burn. Until the moment the climax arrived and the son made a mistake that made the Inca's heart break into pieces.

"Call my name Ray." said the son when the two reached the peak of enjoyment.

For a moment the Inca tried to digest the lustful cry of her husband, an intrusion that came out of the mouth of the Son to call his name, but unfortunately the name of the kingdom became a destroyer. The pain felt by the Inca became manifold, the pain of giving up her virginity and the pain of the Inca heart because her body was only as a gratifier while the heart of the Son for other women.

The pleasure that the Inca initially felt turned into bitterness, the tears just fell without waiting for orders from the owner. The atmosphere of the rain and the dark room lights made the son not aware of it, maybe even his screams some time about the name of the Kingdom, maybe he did not remember it.

After the hot activity ended the son dropped his body to the side, he seemed to forget what really happened, all the problems faced and tomorrow, was momentarily wasted with sweat and now the son felt inner satisfaction, he said,he also fell asleep in seconds.

Unlike the Inca who felt tightness in his chest, so sick and unbearable happiness because it could do his duty as a wife was destroyed at the same time, Inka cried without a voice, crying without a voice,he lamented his life that never felt happiness intact, Inka was so hurt.

"Can't you pretend to love me, at least don't mention the name of another woman in front of me. What should I do with this relationship, if I just give up after what we did tonight" said the Inca, crying silently

Moments later after the Inca calmed down, she cleaned herself into the bathroom,the cold atmosphere outside like it did not feel in the Inca body not to mention the water coming from the shower tap and the rate of the tears as if one, and the Inca did not care if his body had shivered cold.

The Inca kept crying and questioning everything that happened in her life, about her having to part with her birth mother, about the Inca receiving rejection from her father's family,about the Inca not getting complete affection and about all the other bitterness.

Sadness as if to be a familiar friend that can not be separated, the four smiles come but the sadness that comes is so greater.

The Inca took the clothes in her suitcase and after wearing them she prayed at dawn and complained of her pain to God, after complaining enough she laid her body on the floor, with tears soaking his face to sleep.

The morning before the son woke up from his sleep and realized that something happened last night, he rushed to clean himself and carry out his obligations. When the Son finished looking at the bed, there was a blood patch on the white sheet and after that he looked in the other direction, which was none other than the Inca, as He remembers last night the Son slept with the Inca.

"When did he move?"

Just as the son was about to step out, he suddenly heard a groaning, slow but still heard by the Son. For the sake of dispelling his curiosity He also approached the Inca, really his body shivered and was filled with cold sweat.

"Geez, his body is very hot" said the son panicked.

"Wake up, if you seem to have a fever, you wake up" said the son who was still trying to wake the Inca.

Realizing that the Inca had a high fever, he finally moved the Inca onto the bed. After moving his wife he rushed to the kitchen to ask for porridge to be made with Miss Darmi.

"Where's the drug box?"

Bu Darmi who was preparing breakfast was directly approached Putra.

"Who's sick over there, sir?"

"My wife has a high fever ma'am, please make porridge for my wife,"

"Good sir"

At half-seven the Inca fever had already decreased, the Son did not call the doctor he tried to handle the Inca himself, if the fever did not go down He would take him to the hospital.

"Thank God the fever had gone down, why could he have a fever like this, how could the unifying effect of last night be?"

"I'm sorry Inca because maybe I hurt you and did it without your consent."

When the Son was having a dialogue with the sleeping Inca, his hape suddenly sounded. New number, important fear the Son raised it.

"Hello" is silent without any word

"I'll find you eventually"

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