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Someones

　

　

　

　

~.2~

　

　

_Am I too happy or too sad?

Why do I laugh and cry at the same time?_

　

　

~.2~

　

　

After Amelia came home, Givar sat down next to his wife. The man's gaze was fixed on a TV screen showing a cartoon film.

　

　

Sven and Amelia did like to pass on their weirdness to my wife, Inner Givar.

　

　

The man opened the tie and buttoned his shirt. Shasha looked at what her husband was doing.

　

　

"Geraaahh," said Givar. Shasha turned back to the TV. Feeling unnoticed, Givar pouted.

　

　

The man whispered something to his wife, "You want to keep watching TV?"

　

　

Shasha looked at her husband.

　

　

"Aren't you going to let me sleep?" Givar asked with a childlike expression.

　

　

Shasha understood the intention of Givar's talk. He let out a long sigh, "It's still daytime, ashamed of the neighbors."

　

　

"Why should I be ashamed? We're not noisy, are we?"

　

　

"Later, if it's too bad."

　

　

"Yes. if malem, yes.. sleep, dong."

　

　

Shasha looked at Givar. The man also looked at his wife.

　

　

"I want to make dinner" said Shasha. Givar let out a frustrated sigh while shaking his shirt.

　

　

Shasha started cooking. She heard her husband approaching. The man sat on the chair and watched his wife from behind.

　

　

"What do you want to eat? There's a lot of meat. Want some chicken soup?" Ask Shasha.

　

　

I want to eat you. It was more healthful, Inner Givar shouted.

　

　

As there was no answer, Shasha turned her head for a moment to Givar who was still staring at her.

　

　

The woman rolled her eyeballs and refocused herself on the meat she was cutting.

　

　

"You angry? Want me to cuddle?" Ask Shasha. Givar bent his face.

　

　

Cheapskate, gerutu Givar in heart.

　

　

"You don't want to, you have to eat the chicken soup. I did, but you didn't answer" said Shasha.

　

　

Anyway, I want to eat you.

　

　

Shasha put all the chicken in the pot and then closed it. When he turned around, Givar was already in front of him. The woman slightly flinched.

　

　

"Darling, you got in, you know." Shasha touching her own chest neutralized her shock.

　

　

Givar pulls Shasha's chin with his index finger. He kissed those red lips with full prosecution. Shasha could not resist anymore. She hugged her husband's neck.

　

　

The kiss continued.

　

　

Givar releases his kiss and pushes Shasha to the dinner table. The woman was surprised when her husband removed the shirt that had been opened all the buttons from earlier.

　

　

The man approached his wife's body lying on the table with both legs still slung to the floor.

　

　

"Darling, honey, you want to do it here?" Shasha asked half a grumble.

　

　

Instead of answering, Givar continued the kiss. Shasha's sigh escapes as her husband's kiss descends. Givar smiled grinningly hearing that.

　

　

"Darling, not here. okay.. we continue, but.. hhhh.. don't be here!" Shasha grumbled while hitting her husband's back in annoyance.

　

　

Givar stop. He looked at his wife who had given up on him. The man grinned satisfied with his work.

　

　

"Big Bunny. Don't look at me like that" Shasha grumbled softly. Givar smiled, "What's wrong? I'm looking at my own wife."

　

　

The man pulled his wife's shirt to make the buttons loose and scattered to the floor. Shasha was shocked by what her husband was doing.

　

　

"Don't protest, I'm angry again" Givar said.

　

　

"Givar..." Shasha stopped talking as the man dipped and played with his chest.

　

　

"Givar, not in the kitchen!" Shasha***hair of her husband while pounding.

　

　

Givar stopped, he smiled triumphantly. Immediately, turn off the stove. Givar pulls Shasha and lifts the body into the room.

　

　

~

　

　

Have dinner, though,

　

　

Givar and Shasha are eating their dinner, chicken soup.

　

　

Givar seemed to be enjoying his dinner, inversely proportional to Shasha who was not at all lustful when eating.

　

　

"The chicken soup is not good. This is because you were maksa continue..so I left cooking." Shasha grumbled softly.

　

　

Givar turned his head while chuckling, "The chicken soup is delicious, really."

　

　

"Your tongue is numb, huh?" Grunts Shasha. Givar laughed, "This is because I often eat more delicious dishes."

　

　

Shasha rolled her eyeballs.

　

　

"Sven's old man isn't here, is he all right? What if we bring food to her house?" Ask Givar.

　

　

Shasha nodded.

　

　

After putting food in the lunch box, Shasha and Givar go to Sven's house.

　

　

Givar knocked on the dark brown solid door. Shortly after, the door opened. Sven opened the door. The Hardiswara couple's gaze was fixed on the hand of Sven who was carrying a book.

　

　

"I deliver food" said Shasha, giving Sven a box of supplies. The man accepted, "Thank you, you want to come in?"

　

　

Shasha and Givar looked at each other.

　

　

Inside the house,

　

　

Sven eats Shasha's cooking. He ate while reading a book.

　

　

Givar read another book piled up on the table. All of his books are about psychology and life lessons. To Givar, Sven looks like he's trying to change the course of his life.

　

　

While Shasha circulated her gaze to every corner of the room. He felt pangling to see the state of Sven's house was clean and neater. It was very different from the first time I came.

　

　

It looks and feels like a comfortable home. Shasha smiled and did not want to stop looking at the room.

　

　

Everything is in its place. The smell of fresh oranges filled the room, it was thanks to the fragrance of the room.

　

　

Thank you, smell the room.

　

　

On the wall are also installed antique decorations. However, not a single photo was attached or displayed.

　

　

Looks like Sven kept a photo that wasn't for display.

　

　

Now Shasha's gaze was fixed on the books on the table. He understood his brother's situation. Shasha smiled faintly.

　

　

"Where are you going?" Shasha asked as she looked at her brother.

　

　

Sven looked at his sister for a moment. As Amelia answered earlier this afternoon, "There's business outside."

　

　

Givar turned to Shasha and his sister-in-law in turn and went back to reading the book.

　

　

"You know that you live in this house" said Shasha. Sven kept his book to the table while devouring his last feed.

　

　

"They must know from papa's men." Sven kept the empty box under the table. "When it's washed, I'll return it to you."

　

　

Hearing Sven's words, Shasha nodded, "So mama called, let's hear us."

　

　

　

　

Sven and Shasha looked up at the man.

　

　

"Ahhh, I'm ahead first, yeah."

　

　

The man passed out, letting the brother's sister speak freely. Sven looked at the back of his sister-in-law who was getting further away.

　

　

"Mama kangen is with you. He wants to meet you. Why don't you go see them?" Shasha's question made Sven's attention diverted to his sister.

　

　

"Not yet" said Sven.

　

　

"What are you waiting for? You don't do crime anymore, do you?" Shasha asked with a suspicious expression.

　

　

"What crime? You know, don't you, I'm investigating the people who are bothering us?" Sven replied with a half-snaps tone.

　

　

Shasha let out a cold snort, "Forget it. You've calmed down with life now. I've also heard of the incident."

　

　

Hearing his sister's words, Sven gave no response. He kept his book on the table with a little throw.

　

　

"That's when you said, the Gustiar family was destined to go crazy. Now it's time for us to heal. Being a person who has a mental disorder and is different from other people is not fun," Shasha's remark did not make her brother flinch. The man is still in position.

　

　

Silent.

　

　

Sven struggled with his own thoughts. Then he leaned his back against the sofa.

　

　

Shasha again said, "Lagian? It's all been a long time."

　

　

Sven immediately replied, "No, he will never stop bothering us. Right now, he's not stopping, but he's waiting for time."

　

　

Hearing that, Shasha quite goosebumps, "You know where it came from? Do you know the guy?"

　

　

Sven shook his head, "I don't know yet, but I seem to be approaching a clue."

　

　

Shasha frowned, "Is he a close person?"

　

　

Sven shook his head, "My men are looking deeper."

　

　

Shasha nodded in understanding, "There's no need to think hard. You have to take care of your health."

　

　

After saying so, Shasha passed.

　

　

Sven smiled as he grieved, "How can I maintain my health? I've gone completely crazy."

　

　

Shasha came out of Sven's house. She saw her husband sitting in a chair in front of the house.

　

　

The man turned to his wife, "Udah done talking?"

　

　

Shasha nodded. They both went back home. Shasha thought of Sven's words. However, it seemed like drowsiness had already possessed the woman. He threw his body into the bed. Both of his eyes began to close.

　

　

Givar entered the room wearing his dark blue robe. The man laid his body beside Shasha. Givar positioned his body sideways in order to see his wife's sleeping face.

　

　

The man smiled. He approached and kissed Shasha's neck. Unsteadily, Givar took a sip on his wife's neck. Shasha moved a little, but calmed down again.

　

　

Givar pouted, he touched his wife's chest making both eyes open again. Shasha looked at her husband.

　

　

"Darling, you said it was time to go to bed, to go to sleep. Why even tease me?" Shasha asked as she patted Givar on the cheek.

　

　

The man looked at Shasha with intimidation. The drowsiness that had stopped suddenly disappeared, because he saw the expression of Givar. Shasha did not dare to look into those eyes for too long. Until he shifted his eyes.

　

　

"I want you again, dear." Givar sighed in Shasha's ear. The woman was amused by her husband.

　

　

"I want your body. You've made me want it on and on. I can't stop."

　

　

Honestly speaking, Shasha felt a little scared by Givar's uncharacteristic expression. The woman could only nod.

　

　

Givar approaches and kisses Shasha's lips. The woman kissed her husband.

　

　

Shasha felt her thighs touch something. Both eyes open.

　

　

The views of the husband and wife meet.

　

　

"You feelit? He needs you, he wants to enter you."

　

　

~

　

　

The morning sunlight timidly peered through the ventilation gap of the room, as if wanting to see what was going on in the room.

　

　

Givar was still asleep face down on Shasha's body with his body covered in blankets. The man's face fell asleep into the recess of his wife's neck. While Shasha was under her husband with one hand embracing her burly back.

　

　

Slowly Shasha opened her eyes. He felt a little claustrophobic because of Givar who fell asleep while overlapping him, it happened all night. Shasha could not move in such a position. His hand touched Givar's slightly sweaty hair. He rubbed it gently.

　

　

"Darling, it's morning. Wake up, honey." Shasha whispered softly into her husband's ear. That whisper did not make Givar budge in the slightest.

　

　

Shasha rubbed her husband's back, "Honey, Givar? Big Bunny?"

　

　

"Emmhh," the sigh that escaped from her husband's lips and instead tightened her embrace made Shasha even more claustrophobic.

　

　

This husband of mine is going to kill me, inner Shasha half grumbled.

　

　

"Darling, I haven't cooked breakfast yet" said Shasha. Givar even lashed out lazily.

　

　

Without a second thought, Shasha bit her husband's ear lobe. Givar slightly flinched and leaned his body. His blanket sagged from Givar's back. Shasha immediately covered her exposed chest with both hands.

　

　

Givar rubbed his poor ear. He opened his eyes and looked at Shasha who was below him.

　

　

"You're wild, anyway. My ear was bitten by this pain" said Givar in a childlike tone as he pursed his lips.

　

　

Shasha chuckled then rubbed her husband's ear, "I'm sorry, anyways."

　

　

"This is a change, I want to bite your ear" grumbled Givar as he brought his face closer to Shasha's ear.

　

　

The woman held Givar's chest. However, his strength was by no means meant to go against Givar.

　

　

"Don't, don't. uh. I'm sorry, right!" Shasha grumbled in annoyance.

　

　

Givar doesn't care. He put away Shasha's hand and pulverized her ear lobe.

　

　

Shasha laughed from feeling careless. She hit her husband's chest. Givar laughed as well in between his activities.

　

　

"Stop! It's ticklish! I'm gonna pee!" Shouted Shasha who was constantly laughing.

　

　

Givar won't stop. His hand was also floating everywhere making Shasha overwhelmed.

　

　

"Givar! Shit!" Shasha. Givar laughed at his wife's curse.

　

　

Shasha, who was still laughing from her foresight, pushed firmly on her husband's chest. The man was a little down, but he fell down while pulling his wife's body, so Shasha overcame him.

　

　

Givar releases the mold. He felt Shasha's chest press against his chest in such a hot position. The man laughed.

　

　

"Shit, you do like to keep me on this early in the morning." Givar rubbed his wife's innocent back. Shasha immediately got up sitting on her husband's thigh.

　

　

"Quite messing around, Givar." Shasha grumbled as she pinched Givar's checkered stomach.

　

　

Not feeling any pain at all, Givar's gaze was fixed on his wife's chest. Looking at the direction of her husband's gaze, Shasha immediately covered her chest.

　

　

Givar laughed, "Come on, Baby." The man pulled Shasha's hand so as not to block the view.

　

　

"Why covered? I want to see my favorite."

　

　

Shasha held both hands. He grumbled, "Givar, if this continues, when does it end? You're bad luck."

　

　

"Father, I'm willing every day to have bad luck for this" said Givar as he sat up. Shasha who was in Givar's lap was about to move, but the man held her back.

　

　

"Please, do it." Givar kissed his wife's neck to make her want him too.

　

　

"Givar.. I want to pee first.. take a moment off," said Shasha while holding her husband's chest.

　

　

"Later even run away like kayak karen," grumbled Givar. Shasha shook her head, "I'll be back again. I don't want to go to the bathroom."

　

　

"Here's the pee."

　

　

~.2~

　

　

00.00 :27 October 2019

Ucu Irna Marhamah's