High Voltage Love's
Ep17's. Nightly
Ridho and Ferdian ran up the luxurious and circular staircase in the Bocchi Family mansion. Ridho immediately stepped into Patricia's room and knocked on the door. But there was no answer there, making Ridho anxious. Without a second thought the man kicked the door open wide. Patricia was holding an iron club preparing to fight. But once she saw that the one who opened it was her own husband, her hand flexed and immediately dropped the club on the carpet.
“Why don't you have a voice?” tanya Patricia hugged her husband in relief.
“I'm too anxious. I'm sorry I broke your room door!” said Ridho then kissed his wife's head.
Meanwhile, Ferdian and Ajeng were also hugging tightly, because finally their anxiety disappeared after confirming Dominic's departure. Although there are still the remains of his bodyguards that have been successfully crippled by them. It was just that Ridho had already asked the servants and bodyguards of Bocchi to take care of it. As well as the corpse of a waiter named Elizabeth who was shot by Dominic, Ridho left everything to the Bocchi guards.
“Dho, make sure this is your last wedding huh?!” said Ferdian still hugging his trembling wife.
Ridho turned towards him.
“Let me not come to your wedding again!” ferdian stroked his wife's back.
Ridho and Patricia laughed. “Excuse us!” patricia.
“What are your plans?” tanya Ferdian who now embraces Ajeng's waist.
“Honeymoon outside the UK,” said Patricia staring at her husband.
“How about your Papa?” ask Ridho.
Patricia looked down lethargic.
“How about you take it to Indonesia. Bang Damian has a luxury resort on an island near Batam, just take Sir Antonio there to ease his mind,” Ferdian said.
“Good idea!” patricia.
“Papa can ease his mind, whereas we are going on honeymoon, is not so dear?” ask Patricia.
Ridho looked at his wife blushing.
“Just tell your Papa, so we can leave tomorrow from here!” said Ridho smiling.
“Alright!”
“You rest here. Tomorrow we leave together!” patricia told Ferdian and Ajeng.
“Thank you, Pat!” ferdian.
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That night, the Bocchi Family's bodyguards were on tight guard, even though Dominic had gotten what he wanted. It was not that he would not come again, the man was cunning and had a hidden stratagem that could have destroyed the Bocchi Family again if he did.
The guards were placed almost along the second-floor hallway, as well as strategic doors. Ajeng, Ferdian, and Damian are forced to stay at the mansion because the day is too late to get out. After all, the weather tonight turned out to be bad, the wind blew very strong and cold. So they chose to accept the offer from the Bocchi Family. Even though they still feel anxious and alert.
Meanwhile, Ridho and Patricia were in the room that Ridho had occupied yesterday, after the man broke the door of his wife's room. The newlyweds had not fallen asleep even though it was very late at night.
Ridho's face looked bruised and injured, after he was attacked by Dominic's bodyguards earlier. That made Patricia look at him anxiously. Then she brought a container of warm water and a towel to clean the wounds on her husband's hands and face. Ridho rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt that looked messy.
“Since when did you learn martial arts?” patricia asked while cleaning up the bruises on her husband's face.
“Since my weight is reduced,” replied Ridho grimacing in pain.
“It's a good thing it's just a minor injury, so you can still do your job tonight. If you want!” said Patricia who got out of her bed, then waltzed off to go to the bathroom to wash her hands. She had finished cleaning her husband's wounds.
Ridho smiled shuffling.
Patricia took off her hijab in front of a ¾ tall glass body. Then, Ridho came up to him, helping him to remove the maroon-colored cloth from his head. Patricia was stroking her long, straight hair.
“Your hair is still long?” tanya Ridho stroked his wife's hair.
“I never cut my hair, except just a little.”
“I love it,” said Ridho while kissing Patricia's hair that emits strawberry aroma. The same scent that she had when she stole her first kiss.
“I'll clean the body first!” patricia said she took the towel and went to the bathroom.
“Good.”
Ridho walked towards the window of the French-style room, then opened the curtain and looked up at the sky. The moon shines perfectly round, accompanied by millions of twinkling starlight in the dimness of the night. This room feels very warm, even though the wind outside looks disturbing the trees that have fallen asleep. He looked at the goddess of the night, his heart hoping that what happened today would never happen again in his life. He has Patricia as his wife. So he begged the Owner of Love to keep his marriage happy until death do.
Patricia just came out of the bathroom after she cleaned her body. Seen by her husband who was asleep still wearing his recipe shirt. Patricia smiled slightly.
The woman, who had changed her clothes, walked over to the body of the man she had admired for the past few years. She sat next to him, taking off one by one the buttons of her husband's shirt slowly so as not to wake up. She was going to wipe her husband's body. He saw the astonishment of the beauty of the man's body, so sturdy and stocky. Ridho must have trained hard after graduating from college. Patricia's heart skipped a beat as she wiped a warm wet washcloth in every curve of her husband's body.
“I didn't expect you to be my husband now. You must be so tired tonight. Sleep, Honey!” patricia said slowly, then kissed her husband's thick lips. He lay down and fell asleep next to Ridho.
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The sound of footsteps so fiercely snapped at the earth. Breath rumbles racing with a racing heartbeat. A man ran down a dark, gloomy hallway with a dense scent of nose-piercing dust.
Suddenly came out a man who had the tall body of the running man. The man stopped his steps. His feet tried to throw the large body of the man before him. But the man in front of him was like a shadow. He was not touched when the kick was launched. The big man had already moved elsewhere, making one fierce strike from above the head, his hands holding back.
“Arrrgh!” ridho shouted aghastly woke up from his sleep.
Patricia was shocked to wake up.
“You had a bad dream, Honey?” patricia asked worriedly, she saw Ridho's body and forehead sweating sweat. Recent events must have made him depressed, so it went into his subconscious.
Ridho's breathing roared with a racing heart. The body that had not been worn the shirt was seen up and down. Ridho closed his eyes for a while then took a deep breath and let out slowly. He looked at his own bare-chested body, then turned to his wife, astonished.
“You fell asleep before taking a shower, so I wiped your body. But I can't put clothes on your body,” replied Patricia nervously.
“It's okay, Honey! I'd better take a shower! You go to sleep again!” said Ridho pulled his wife's head, then kissed her.
The man then went to the bathroom. Maybe he should soak in hot water, so that his body can feel fit again. Ridho filled the bathtub with hot water, then put his body into the oval-shaped bathtub, while calming down.
Ridho dried his wet hair. He walked to his bed. He stared at the peaceful and beautiful face of Patricia. His lips are red, his nose firm and taper. His cheeks were red, he never put anything on his face. Her beauty was natural and perfect in Ridho's eyes. The man brought his face closer to his wife's. There was a soft gust of his breath. Her eyelids moved suddenly, Patricia opened her eyes.
Slowly Ridho turned his face in nervousness. Patricia is out of her sleep.
“You haven't slept yet?” ask Ridho.
“Umm... I can't sleep anymore,” she replied bending and hugging her knees.
Ridho rolled his eyeballs, he looked clumsy and groggy sitting next to his wife.
“You alone?” ask Patricia.
“A-me too,” the answer is short.
Strange, the first night was not a strange thing for him. He had tasted it with Namira one year ago. But for some reason, the nervousness came again tonight.
Ridho leaned his body on the mattress. The woman next to him followed him, then leaned her head over his shoulder.
“Are you tired?” ask Patricia.
“Hmm.. it looks like it is gone. Only pain in the arm only.”
“So yes?”
“But, not too sick actually,” said Ridho correcting his previous words.
Patricia pulled her head and straightened her body. Just now he decided to go back to sleep, because he felt that maybe Ridho did not want him tonight. Suddenly Ridho pulled his arm, grabbed the nape of his neck, and landed his lips on his wife's lips. Ridho kissed her so tightly that repeatedly, both of them were almost hard to breathe.
“You sure you will do this?” patricia asked on the sidelines she took air. His chest felt tight due to the heat upheaval that rose above his body.
“Yes, I want you!” said Ridho softly and took his wife lying on the bed and flanked him.
The two wrestled on the mattress, with gentle attacks cradling them until time stopped turning. Deadly touches managed to make both drunk, forgotten all the worries and pain felt, drugged by something called love.
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