High Voltage Love's
Ep 21's. Night (2)
A thick gray cloud hung in the sky this afternoon. After Ridho and Patricia finished with their holiday in Lembang, the two returned to Ridho's parents' residence. The spatter came to be the introduction of the rain on that day. Ridho turns on his car's wipers to get rid of the rain that was driving away his car's glass. The rain is getting heavier with strong wind blowing, making the car glass even more blurry. Ridho's vision was a little disturbed, he slowed down the speed of his car, because he was worried that his visibility was getting closer.
“Do we not have to stop?” tanya Patricia looks worried.
“Nothing, we'll be arriving any minute.”
The wind shook the trees on the side of the road, making it look more terrible like a possessed object. Plus the sound of a strong wind, making Patricia's heart more anxious. Ridho was still unmoved still trying to go, his mouth seemed to be chanting dhikr, asking for protection from the Almighty. The storm came uninvited, immeasurably. Ridho managed to arrive in front of his house that looked messy because of falling leaves, when the wind had finished easing his anger. They ran towards the terrace of the house because the rain had not stopped.
“Come in!” take Ridho to his wet wife.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet both when entering the house.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, uh why are the rains so?” ask Miss Narti.
“In car no umbrella, Mom!” answer Ridho.
“Let's change his clothes, Neng! His head is wet!” said Ms. Narti.
Although they only ran from the yard to the terrace, but because of the rain that fell very heavy, making them quite wet was also made.
“You go first to the bathroom!” ridho said to his wife. While Patricia went to the bathroom and cleaned herself, Ridho changed his wet clothes.
His mind floated on their conversation earlier. Something made him suspicious. He thought Dominic could still love the woman, but that was still to be expected. Leonardo, I don't know, couldn't have guessed the guy at all.
Ridho called his boss that afternoon, asking for help in finding out the possibility of Leonardo being. Damian has indeed received cooperation with Antonio who invests in his company. So when Ridho asked him for help again, it was not in question.
Patricia came back from the bathroom after she cleaned her body. Adhan Maghrib immediately reverberated, making Ridho rush to the bathroom so that he could pursue prayer in the mosque, as was his custom before, because it seems outside the rain had subsided.
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The air outside was getting colder, even more so because of the heavy rain earlier. Now that a gentle drizzle greeted, the clouds seemed to have not finished lowering all his worries. Ridho had just returned from the mosque after the Isya prayer. His clothes got wet again because of the rain. The man took off his cocktail shirt and replaced it with a sleeping shirt.
“You've prayed, honey?” asked Ridho Patricia who was neat with her nightgown.
“Already,” the reply smiled.
Her bright brown hair beautifully wrapped around her neck and collarbone. Wearing a thin linen dress with small lace accents with open arms like that makes it look beautiful. Her white skin was exposed from the tip of her shoulder to her finger. Ridho smiled to see his wife who was very clever to make him tempted even though he was staring at the screen of his cellphone.
Ridho sat down next to her, shifted his body slowly then clung to Patricia's arm. The woman turned her head then chuckled, looking at her husband's distinctive expressionless face.
“You why?” patricia asked still laughing.
Ridho did not answer despite still sticking his arm to his wife.
“Hei!”
“I'm just communicating with my papaku!” said telling.
Ridho nodded still with his expressionless face.
“You why?” ask Patricia again.
“Nothing,” the answer is short.
Patricia put her phone on the study table and turned her body on her husband, who caught her body, slamming her gently into the bed. The man had already crawled on top of his slender body, and started to launch his action without being asked.
Patricia sighed softly, as her husband began to put his face in the recess of her neck, while the other hand played a sensitive part of her body. The woman began to lose control, groaning little while covering her mouth, worried that her moans would be heard by the other residents of this house.
But suddenly, the real game just started, stalled, when Ridho found a strange spot on his wife's neck. Patricia was surprised by the still roaring breath. Ridho carried his body sitting down with hair that looked messy.
“What's up?” asked Patricia gasping.
Ridho flicked his wife's hair, and noticed a strange, boxy wound behind his ear, as he shone a flashlight there.
“What is this?” ask wondered.
“What do you mean?” patricia did not understand.
“There was a strange wound on your neck, you never saw it?”
Patricia shakes. Ridho caught it on his cell phone camera and showed it to his wife. A box-shaped wound that looks red.
“What is pain?” ridho asked as he pressed the wound.
“No!”
“What could Dominic do?”
“I don't know, but as I told you earlier. That part of the neck hurt after I woke up when I was kidnapped at that time.”
Ridho. His mind floated and was bad to think. He had seen it in action films that he often watched, did anything really happen?
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