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_There is no life without struggle. If you want to stop fighting\, it means death._

　

　

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⚠⚠⚠🔞🔞🔞⚠⚠⚠

　

　

Givar and Shasha have returned to their home. After dinner at the restaurant with Sven and Amelia, the two went straight home.

　

　

Shasha took off her white blazer. He put it on the couch. Feeling sultry, Shasha immediately took a bath and changed clothes.

　

　

Givar took the bottled coffee from the fridge and drank it, "Aaahhh, finally."

　

　

The man passed into the room and heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom, signifying his wife was taking a bath.

　

　

Givar opened his suit and loosened his tie. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the laptop. Feeling still sultry, Givar released his top three buttons.

　

　

Shasha came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe wrapped around her body. Seeing her husband focus on the laptop screen, Shasha pouted. She sat in front of the mirror and painstakingly applied her beauty products.

　

　

The room was filled with fragrant aromas. Givar looked at his wife. Then he focused on the laptop.

　

　

Shasha jumped onto the bed making her bed shake. Givar was a little surprised and looked over.

　

　

"Why you?" Givar asked as he touched his chest in surprise.

　

　

"Gapapa.. I want to ngaggetin you ajaaa," said Shasha while smiling ignorantly.

　

　

Givar simply rolled his eyeballs then refocused it to the laptop.

　

　

Shasha pouted again. He hugged Givar from behind and kept his chin on the man's shoulder. Givar peeked briefly at his wife's cheek.

　

　

"What are you doing, anyway?" Shica asked in a grumbling tone.

　

　

"It's unfinished office work."

　

　

"Ngapain, anyway, the office work was brought home. Where's Shasha?" Ask Shasha with her pot.

　

　

Givar smiled then kissed his wife's lips, "You're naughty again, huh?"

　

　

"Belgroff."

　

　

Silent.

　

　

Only typing on the keyboard was heard in the room.

　

　

"I heard from Aarletha" said Shasha. Givar replied by muttering, "Hemm?"

　

　

"He was pregnant with his first child." Shasha shook her husband's body.

　

　

Givar did not flinch. He replied, "Yes, good."

　

　

"When are we?" Shasha asked innocently.

　

　

Givar laughed, "When do you want?"

　

　

"Yes.he wants a sneak." Shasha grumbled softly.

　

　

"Me too" said Givar.

　

　

Shasha puffed her cheeks, me too, me too. But, the beautiful wife is not glimpsed. Just focus on the laptop, all married laptops and have a child calculator. Aarrgghh!

　

　

Shasha seemed to think. A wicked idea appeared in his head. She pulled Givar's face and kissed her husband's lips. Givar responded for a moment.

　

　

Not getting there, mischievously, Shasha touched her husband's chest. Shasha's soft hands made Givar start to have trouble concentrating. Many times he swallowed saliva.

　

　

"Make the child right now" whispered Shasha who sounded like a gentle threat.

　

　

Givar who had no defense started on. He touched the hand of his wife who stroked the chest of his field.

　

　

"You really want me to wake up, okay?"

　

　

Shasha whispered softly, "I want to have a baby."

　

　

Givar turned around and hugged his wife tightly. He devoured Shasha's lips. They kiss with the heat.

　

　

Naughty sighs escaped from each other's lips. Shasha hugged the nape of her husband tightly. Givar hugged his wife's slender waist.

　

　

Suddenly Givar let go of his kiss which disappointed Shasha.

　

　

"See, I have to shower first. I stink," said Givar.

　

　

Shasha restrained her husband and instead sat on the man's lap so as not to go anywhere.

　

　

"Not to take a shower, either." Shasha pulled on her husband's matted shirt.

　

　

"But I stink. Do you want to kiss a smelly person?" Givar asked as he put their sharp noses together.

　

　

Shasha cupped Givar's face, "Biarin, that's important handsome."

　

　

Givar grinned and went back to devouring his wife's lips. The man touched the sensitive area on Shasha's body gently. Shasha gurgled she took off her bathrobe letting Givar freely feel her body.

　

　

Givar escapes Shasha's bathrobe. He could clearly see Shasha's plain body under the bright lights of the room.

　

　

Shasha is running out of oxygen. He wanted to let go of their lip link. However, Givar instead deepened his kiss and let go of his shirt.

　

　

Feeling sorry, Givar finally let go of his kiss and gave his wife time to breathe.

　

　

Shasha's face flushed red with a gasp of breath. Givar tilted his face and came back closer.

　

　

However, Shasha held back her chest. He was not ready and was not satisfied with the air. Givar doesn't care. He brought his face closer again.

　

　

Shasha shut Givar's mouth, "Eeuuhhh, just a second...."

　

　

Givar put away his wife's hand, "Who told me to tease me. You bad boy."

　

　

Givar rubbed Shasha's lips again. Both of Shasha's eyes were rounded. She had to serve her husband, it was out of her own desire. He got stuck with his own work.

　

　

The skin of their bodies rubbed directly, making the fresh body of Shasha who had just been battered by the water back to heat up.

　

　

Givar's kiss is getting down Shasha's neck. He sipped Shasha's neck like a bloodthirsty vampire. He made his mark there.

　

　

Shasha moaned, "Honey...."

　

　

Givar also made his possession mark on Shasha's chest. He stopped his action for a moment. Givar took down the zipper of his pants and took the right.

　

　

Shasha grimaced stifled as they united. Givar adjusted himself for a moment. Although it was not the first, Shasha was still not used to receiving it. Especially lately they do not do it considering the many problems that come.

　

　

Shasha held her breath as her stomach felt full. Givar rubbed his wife's hair. Shasha bit the bottom of her lips. Givar brought his face closer and gave a kiss on his wife's face to give her peace.

　

　

"Are you okay?" Ask Givar. Shasha nodded slowly.

　

　

Givar started his rhythm after feeling Shasha calm down.

　

　

Her husband's actions make Shasha feel floated and bring her mind running. Shasha***that white bed sheet is a mess.

　

　

"Eeumr... Darling.. hhh." Shasha sighs stifled.

　

　

"Call my name, hheeh." said Givar in between his kisses.

　

　

"Eumnh... Givar's..."

　

　

"Eemmhhh, call my name again" said Givar.

　

　

Shasha***Givar's hair, "Bumantara Givarel.... I love you!"

　

　

Givar laughs.

　

　

Shasha gets her paradise, she reaches for the pillow. However, Givar's hand grabbed him and put Shasha's hands together to hug his neck.

　

　

Givar approached making their foreheads touch, "I love you Shaquellin Adisilla Hardiswara... Eeummhh you're mine!"

　

　

~

　

　

In the morning, Givar prepares bread and jam for breakfast. The man could not bear to wake his wife who was exhausted because of his actions last night. He didn't just do it once. Luckily Shasha did not protest. Shasha complained of being tired.

　

　

However, Givar is very good at making Shasha want him back.

　

　

Shasha went down the stairs to the kitchen. Givar looked at him. The man smiled seeing that there were many reddish marks on his wife's neck.

　

　

"Why smile?" Grunts Shasha. Givar sat down and applied jam to his bread, "It's funny to see you."

　

　

"I looked like a torture victim, huh?" Ask Shasha ketus. Givar laughed and ate his bread.

　

　

Shasha sat opposite her husband. He smeared jam onto the bread while grumbling.

　

　

"Where am I gonna torture you, honey? Last night you started fighting me first" said Givar.

　

　

Shasha rolled her eyes, "Heemmm...."

　

　

"Partially it's not torture if you enjoy what I do."

　

　

Hearing her husband's words, Shasha's cheeks warmed up and instantly red.

　

　

Seeing Shasha's change in face, Givar laughed.

　

　

　

　

Shasha chuckles.

　

　

"Oh yeah, today.. Would you like to come to the office?" Ask Givar.

　

　

"Males, uh. Anyway I want to do something there. I'm bosen sitting teruuuss."

　

　

"Keep you want to be home? Sven is not at home, Amelia is also the patient's home. I'm worried about you."

　

　

"Father, there are many neighbors. I can play Stella's house."

　

　

Givar.

　

　

Before going to the office, she takes Shasha to Verald and Gween's house.

　

　

Shasha playing with Stella. The couple were watching Shasha playing with their son.

　

　

"Their family is always in trouble, is it okay to let it get close to Stella?" Verald asked that sounded so worried.

　

　

Gween smiled, "That's their family problem. Shasha just wants to play with Stella. Besides, it doesn't matter if they play in our house."

　

　

Verald took a deep breath and nodded.

　

　

After the clock showed at 1pm, Shasha returned to her home. He got bored and sat on the couch watching TV.

　

　

But, Shasha did not find the remote. He's looking all the way here.

　

　

There aren't.

　

　

Shasha's gaze was fixed on the faded brown envelope she found under the table. Out of curiosity, Shasha took it.

　

　

Opened the envelope to see the contents. Shasha looked up and threw the envelope containing the photos to the floor.

　

　

It was a photo of his memories with Refandi. Photo three years ago when Refandi was alive. The photos show a happy smile on the faces of Shasha and Refandi.

　

　

Shasha cried stifled.

　

　

He had already forgotten those pitiful, trying memories. He had forgotten about Refandi. Now her love is only for Givarel, her husband.

　

　

Why did the photo come?

　

　

Who sent it?

　

　

Why would anyone hate him for no reason? Why would that person want to make him suffer?

　

　

There was a white-colored paper tip poking out from inside the envelope. Shasha wiped away her tears. He took the paper which turned out to be a letter.

　

　

The sha? How are you doing?

　

　

I want to see you, I miss you. Can we meet in a normal place?

　

　

Refandy

　

　

Both of Shasha's eyes were rounded. It's like a prank that's not funny at all. Shasha hates getting these fake letters. Someone wants to play with his feelings.

　

　

But the writing looks genuine. It was as if it was actually the handwriting of Refandi. Shasha knew very well the writing of her lover.

　

　

But how can Reffandi write a letter? That man is dead.

　

　

Shasha looked at the shadow on the approaching floor. There's someone behind him. The woman turned and turned, apparently Givar.

　

　

Shasha touched his chest out of fear and surprise. While Givar was confused to see the photos on the floor.

　

　

Shasha immediately made a sound and explained, "The envelope is under the table. I really don't know."

　

　

Givar took the letter from his wife's hand. Read the letter with both eyebrows. Shasha started to get anxious, she was afraid when her husband was angry.

　

　

"Are the dead able to come back to life and write this letter?" Givar muttered half growled in anger.

　

　

Shasha looked down scared. Seeing the terrified expression from his wife's face, Givar immediately changed his expression and gently rubbed Shasha's hair.

　

　

"I'm not mad at you, honey."

　

　

Shasha hugged Givar as she sobbed, "I'm afraid? Isn't Felix in jail?"

　

　

I doubt it either, it doesn't seem to be Felix's. Then who, huh? Aarrgghh, Sweden! Where are you? Inner Givar.

　

　

The next day, Givar hesitated to leave his wife at home alone.

　

　

She calls her mother to accompany Shasha. Of course Yelma was willing, despite having to leave her duties at the office.

　

　

Shasha was not afraid anymore. She was happy to have her mother-in-law at home. They chatter.

　

　

Yelma told me a lot about Givar while in Indonesia, when Shasha was in New York High School time.

　

　

Shasha fell asleep hearing Yelma's story. Yelma rubbed Shasha's hair which melted her head on Yelma's lap.

　

　

"Why do you have to go through all this, son? What's your fault?" Yelma who felt sad. He wiped his tears.

　

　

Yelma and Juan loved Shasha very much, as if she was their biological daughter.

　

　

~

　

　

Meanwhile, in the office.

　

　

Helieen is reading the daily agenda. Givar who sat in his great chair did not listen to his secretary at all. He is unfocused and constantly thinks about Shasha's situation at home.

　

　

Givar was really worried, even though there was Yelma in his house.

　

　

"Master? Lord Hardiswara?" Tegur Helieen's. Givar turned, "Heh?"

　

　

Helieen rolled her eyes, "I've read it twice, again you don't listen."

　

　

Givar rubbed his hair, "Sorry, today's agenda was postponed just a minute. I don't want to do anything."

　

　

Helieen's mouth was gaping at the word of her boss.

　

　

"You can come back."

　

　

Helieen heaved a heavy sigh then passed with a tired expression.

　

　

Givar called his mother.

　

　

"Givar?"

　

　

"Are you all right?" Ask Givar.

　

　

"Well, why, Var?"

　

　

"I'm worried. Shasha what's up?"

　

　

"Shasha fell asleep, I was talking to Mama."

　

　

"Good thanks, Ma."

　

　

"Yes, Honey. You focus on work. Let Mama take care of Shasha."

　

　

Givar could sigh in relief. He leaned his back against the chair.

　

　

The door opened from the outside. Givar looked over, it was Juan.

　

　

"Papa?" Givar confirmed his sitting position. Juan sat opposite his son.

　

　

"When Papa just called me and told me to go to Papa's office, if there's any sudden business."

　

　

"This is also my office" said Juan sarcas. Givar chuckled, "Right as well, yes."

　

　

"Father has some new information already" Juan said. Givar was surprised, "Right, Pa? Papa's investigating this too? Well, I love you more and more Daddy."

　

　

Hearing his son's spoiled speech, Juan shook his head lazily.

　

　

"Where is it going, Pa?"

　

　

"A lot of people don't like Adam. That is because the attitude of Adam himself who always put his own interests first. So, it's not just Felix Donovan who has a problem with him. There are a lot of people out there. It could be that one of them intends to take down Adam starting from his children."

　

　

Givar digested Juan's words. What Juan said was very similar to what Zed said. However, that was contrary to Sven's opinion.

　

　

Givar felt his head split in two thinking about it all. Imprisoning Felix doesn't change anything. Could it be that it was not Felix, but someone else?

　

　

"You moved house. Papa will take care of it."

　

　

There's no other choice.

　

　

Givar.

　

　

Givar's phone is vibrating, there's a call from Yelma.

　

　

"Hello, Ma?"

　

　

"Givar! Shasha rampage!"

　

　

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18.14: 27 October 2019

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