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First Time

　

　

　

　

~.2~

　

　

_I am the happiest person when bed time comes quickly, why?

My dream world is more beautiful than the real world._

　

　

~.2~

　

　

As the day began to dawn, Givar did not move the slightest bit from the bed. The man watched his wife who was still asleep. His burly hands did not stop wiping his wife's hair that was slightly wet from sweating. Shasha looked so beautiful and sexy last night. The plain and spoiled Shasha turned into a mature and voluptuous Shasha.

　

　

The man looked at Shasha's neck and chest. There are a lot of red marks there. That was his deed. Givar.

　

　

While sleeping, Shasha's lips opened slightly. Givar dipped it several times, but it did not succeed in waking him up at all. It seemed that the woman was so tired, that she did not realize it was morning.

　

　

However, Givar was happy to notice Shasha's beautiful face when sleeping like that.

　

　

Shortly after, Shasha woke up. Slowly both of his eyes opened and the first figure he saw was the handsome smiling Givar. Shasha also smiled a little and then closed her eyes again.

　

　

Givar chuckled softly at Shasha who was easy to sleep with. He kissed the tiny lips gently. Shasha opened her eyes again.

　

　

Suddenly Shasha opened her eyes again, "I'm late to wake up? I should've prepared the food for your breakfast. You should go to the office, right?"

　

　

Shasha would rise, but Givar held her back, "Gapapa, I have eaten. Don't go."

　

　

"Eat what? When?" Shasha looked at her husband questioningly.

　

　

"Eat you, last night."

　

　

Shasha rolled her eyes, "Papa Juan must be angry, if you don't work."

　

　

Givar is still holding his wife back from leaving, "Udah, gapapa. I didn't go to work today. You're here, yeah."

　

　

She noticed there were many scratches on her husband's body. Shasha rubbed the wounds gently.

　

　

"I'm sorry.it hurts so much. I can't help it and scratch you."

　

　

Givar nodded, "I'm sorry that I'm less gentle with you."

　

　

Shasha touched Givar's lips which were also slightly injured because she bit him last night.

　

　

"illness?" Ask Shasha. Givar nodded, "It hurts so much. You have to treat it."

　

　

Shasha will rise, but Givar restrains his wife, "Don't move, you must stay here."

　

　

"I must have a wound on your lips. Look, your lips are swollen," Shasha said.

　

　

"His mind with a kiss. I must be cured." Givar's reply made both of Shasha's cheeks blush.

　

　

They look at each other. Shasha's two cheeks grow red as the events of last night spin again in her memory. The woman shifted her eyes.

　

　

Givar pulled his wife's chin gently, "Why?"

　

　

"I'm ashamed."

　

　

Givar chuckled, "Why ashamed?"

　

　

"Emm.. yeah. because. I..'m ashamed."

　

　

Givar just shook his head slowly. He approached and kissed his wife's lips gently. Shasha closed her eyes feeling the tenderness of her husband. The man looked at Shasha between his kisses.

　

　

Givar let go of his kiss. Both of Shasha's eyes opened and were now staring at her.

　

　

"I'm going to the bathroom" said Shasha, but the woman grimaced slightly as she held her stomach. He sat back on the edge of the bed.

　

　

Givar got up and touched his wife's back, "I told you, don't go. Now don't move much."

　

　

"I want to pee" Shasha grumbled and took her sleeping robe and got up. However, the woman saw a hint of blood on the white bed sheet. He's shocked.

　

　

Givar immediately covered her with a blanket. The man shook his head, "Don't look. It's normal for a woman to have her first relationship."

　

　

Not responding, Shasha chose to go to the bathroom muttering to herself, "It's worth it to hurt."

　

　

Givar got up while wearing his bathrobe. The handsome man stretched his body.

　

　

Hearing the sound of water gurgling, Givar turned to the bathroom.

　

　

"Say to pee, why even take a shower? I, right, still want to mess with Shasha" grumbled Givar.

　

　

The man knocked on the bathroom door, "Honey, open the door."

　

　

"Shit, I'm still in the shower" Shasha said from the inside. Givar turned the door knob, but it was locked. The man snorted in annoyance.

　

　

An idea came to mind in the man. She knocked back on the bathroom door, "Honey, open the door, honey. I don't want to pee."

　

　

Shasha's voice opened the lock. Without even waiting, the man pushed the door and entered. Shasha who was wearing a bathrobe looked puzzled.

　

　

Givar just smiled as he entered. The man went to the toilet. Shasha looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. He just realized there were a lot of kiss marks on his neck and chest. Both of his cheeks were red as tomatoes.

　

　

However, he did not ignore that.

　

　

Shasha took a toothbrush and started brushing her teeth.

　

　

There was a typical sound of a man urinating from the toilet. Shasha stopped her activity and turned her head, because her voice was so loud and attention-grabbing. The woman continued brushing her teeth.

　

　

Givar came out of the toilet. Shasha turned her head and was surprised that the man did not tie the robe. As a result, the front of his body was clearly exposed by both of Shasha's eyes. The woman immediately shifted her eyes.

　

　

"What are you doing? The rope is open, Var." Shasha grumbling.

　

　

Givar looked at the lower half of his body. He chuckled then confirmed his bathrobe.

　

　

"Why not see? You did it last night, didn't you?" Goda Givar approached his wife. The man looked at the mirror while confirming his hair.

　

　

"Yes, I didn't see anyways last night. You also do not squirm to me," said Shasha innocently. Givar turned to him, "When I show you, you can scream and be frightened. It won't be again."

　

　

"Emm..." Shasha muttered indistinctly.

　

　

"Why do you want to see?" Givar asked as he held the robe ready to open it again.

　

　

Shasha held Givar's hand, "No need, anyways this is bad luck. You should go to the office, papa Juan thinks I'm not a good wife who can't take care of her husband."

　

　

Givar smiled as he tilted his head. Shasha goosebumps looking at the savage expression from her husband's face. The man approached and cornered Shasha to the wall.

　

　

"I can't do this. I still want to mess around, you shouldn't take a shower. You're a good wife, right? Do it again, yeah."

　

　

Shasha hugged Givar's nape, "Snake."

　

　

"You too."

　

　

Givar devoured his wife's lips. The mirror became a witness to the live broadcast.

　

　

~

　

　

Amelia parked her car in front of Shasha's house. The beautiful girl came out while releasing her black glasses. He was astonished to see Givar's car still parked there.

　

　

Amelia looked at her watch, "Hour 10... Hasn't she gone to the office yet?"

　

　

Sven came out of his house. Amelia's attention was distracted by him. The man threw a large black plastic container into the trash. At first glance Sven turned to Amelia who was staring at him before finally entering his house.

　

　

The door of Givar and Shasha's house opened. Amelia turned to Givar who was tidy in her black suit.

　

　

"Morning," said Givar.

　

　

Amelia looked at the bright expression on her cousin's face, "It's almost noon, Var."

　

　

Givar just raised his eyebrows and entered the car. Amelia notices Givar's moving car driving away.

　

　

The woman entered the house. She saw Shasha sitting on the sofa rubbing her two rabbit.

　

　

"Hi, has little Bunny improved?" Amelia asked as she rubbed the brown rabbit on Shasha's lap.

　

　

The lady nodded, "Eh, Mel. Please bring carrots on the table, dong. Carrots are fried at Snowy's." Shasha pointed at the white rabbit who was chewing on a carrot.

　

　

　

　

"Eh, the TV's please switch, dong." Shasha told me again. Amelia took the remote and turned on the TV.

　

　

"Oh yeah. I have a snack on the fridge, hehehe."

　

　

Amelia rolled her eyeballs. He got up and took what the woman wanted.

　

　

"You're another mager, huh?" Amelia asked who then sat down next to Shasha.

　

　

"Emm. yes," replied Shasha of origin.

　

　

Cartoon movies they watch. Sometimes the two women laughed at the funny action of cute colorful characters.

　

　

That's how childhood was less happy.

　

　

The house phone rings. The preoccupation of the two women lovers of cartoons was sidetracked. They both looked. Shasha got up and picked up her phone.

　

　

Looking at Shasha's different walking ways, Amelia frowned in surprise.

　

　

A few minutes Shasha had a conversation with someone across the street. The woman again sat down next to Amelia who was constantly watching her walking.

　

　

"Who called?" Amelia asked with a kepo expression like the next door neighbor of the cave house.

　

　

"Mama. nanyain tidings." After answering Amelia's question, the woman returned to focus on the glass screen.

　

　

While Amelia still felt something stuck in her heart. But he chose silence.

　

　

Shasha gave a small laugh seeing the cartoon character fall down. Laughing alone, Shasha turned to Amelia who was looking at her.

　

　

"Why?" Ask Shasha. Amelia said, "Givar isn't rude to you, is he?"

　

　

Shasha frowned as she shook her head, "No, what's wrong?"

　

　

"Look at the way you walk. I think..."

　

　

Shasha chuckled, "You'll understand after marriage."

　

　

Amelia digested Shasha's speech. Feeling that there were still questions in Amelia's head, Shasha waited for the girl to ask again.

　

　

It seemed that Amelia had no intention of asking anymore.

　

　

~

　

　

At 3pm.

　

　

Givar has returned from the office. He entered his house while humming softly.

　

　

The man saw his wife talking to Amelia.

　

　

"I guess, you've come home" said Givar, who sounded like a gentle swipe in Amelia's ear.

　

　

"Lo ngusir cave?" Grumpy Amelia while staring resentfully at Givar.

　

　

The man laughed, "Yes, go home."

　

　

Shasha just smiled amusedly looking at Amelia who was starting to pout like a child.

　

　

"Okay, I'm home." Amelia got up from her seat and walked up to Givar and whispered, "Be careful not to be rude to Shasha."

　

　

Givar regressed his face when the girl left in front of him.

　

　

After exiting Givar's house, Amelia turned to Sven's house. The man was sitting in front of his house. Amelia smiled. He walked over to the man.

　

　

Hearing the sound of high heels, Sven turned his head. Amelia waved her hand.

　

　

"Hi?!" Says to Amelia cheerfully. Sven shifted his seat for the young psychologist.

　

　

Amelia flung her buttocks and sat down next to Svender.

　

　

"Yesterday I didn't squirm at you." Amelia started the conversation.

　

　

"There's business outside" Sven replied shortly.

　

　

Silent.

　

　

Both are immersed in their own thoughts.

　

　

"I see... Shaque's condition improved after knowing you." Sven broke the silence before the awkwardness came.

　

　

Amelia turned to the handsome man, "I think it's open because of me. It's because of Givarel."

　

　

"I want you to also understand what I'm like and I want to heal like Shaque."

　

　

Both of Amelia's eyes were rounded. Did he not hear wrong? The man is asking for help from her.

　

　

They look at each other.

　

　

"Although you're the strangest psychologist I've ever met, I feel comfortable when you're with me" Sven said.

　

　

Why is my heart beating? Inner Amelia, ah! Don't feel. This man in front of you changes attitude in no time.

　

　

"Emmm, I'm not sure" said Amelia.

　

　

"Help me" said Sven. Amelia nodded. A package deliveryman came. Sven approached the man. Amelia's gaze was fixed on the large black bag in the trash can. Seeing Sven still busy talking to the package deliveryman, the girl got up close to the trash can.

　

　

Open the plastic carefully. His eyes widened to see the pile of hair and blood in the bag. Amelia felt nauseous. He closed his mouth while moving away from the trash.

　

　

Human hair? Human blood? Did Svender kill people? Hhh... Is he really a psychopath?

　

　

Sven returned while revealing the package he had just received.

　

　

Amelia was still daydreaming about the contents of the plastic bag.

　

　

What makes you this way? You why? Why kill people?

　

　

"Look, I bought this." The man smiled cheerfully as he opened the contents of the package. Amelia was still standing with a pale face.

　

　

Why should you be like this? Why not someone else? Amelia closed her eyes for a moment.

　

　

Feeling no response, Sven looked up at the girl, "You why?"

　

　

Amelia immediately shook her head. He bent over while helping Sven open the medium-sized package.

　

　

It turns out that it is a couple of psychology books. Amelia felt sorry for Sven. He looked at the man.

　

　

So... Do you really want to heal?

　

　

Sven saw a white stuffed dog with a red ribbon around his neck. There was a small letter on his back.

　

　

"Because of buying 5 books, you get a gift in the form of this doll," read Sven. The man thrust the doll at Amelia making the girl's daydream crumble.

　

　

"Make you his dog" said Sven. Amelia accepted it and looked carefully at the cute doll.

　

　

Sven opened the plastic that wrapped his book. He started reading. Sven seriously reviewed the reading of the book. His two irises moved according to the words he read.

　

　

Amelia's attention focused on the man. Her tears are shining. He really does suck at hiding emotions.

　

　

I should have never been a psychologist from the beginning. Must have strong mental strength when dealing with patients, inner Amelia.

　

　

Sven opened the next sheet. The man is in his own world.

　

　

That hand outstretched through the sturdy jaw of Svender. The two men's eyes were turned to Amelia who was staring at him wryly.

　

　

"I'll help you, Sven."

　

　

The man smiled.

　

　

~.2~

　

　

14.13: 26 October 2019

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