Husband Setting

Diverting His World

The day Jen had to

facing his maiden trial for Tanna's case is finally counting the hours

just. In less than twelve hours he must stand before the prosecutor and

the judge. And though the Papa has supplied him with much knowledge, the moment

tomorrow includes a very emotional and inviting moment of twisting sensation

what was strange in his heart, until he finally complained softly in front of the table

kitchens.

Jen is brewing warm milk for Darren who just got home.

Over a week Darren was hit by a rush that I don't know, Jen herself

lazy to remember, he was just trying to be a good listener to

that husband. Although he astonished himself with his usual slow brain

it's easy to remember what Darren said. Who's Adi, who's,

his position, his ability, and his attitude, then there's a Reminiscence he said the man who

very rich and reclusive, he is only known as an ordinary lecturer who

it's just camouflage. And one more thing that Jen can not forget, the name Kenang is said to be said, never found in

search engines like rich people who usually enter the ranks of the rich and

influence in this country. Kenang's business bases are in Beijing and Singapore,

and in this land are only small roots that support a tree

big ones. The thick leaves and branches.

“Why?” The hand circles made Jen flinch backwards from

a strange feeling that twisted his heart feathers and a very sticky daydream of a figure he just heard. Darren's seen Jen look

daydreaming and involuntarily having stirred her milk for too long which made the liquid

white and sweet-scented it splattered on the glossy black marble table and

seamless. “Tell me what's your problem, Yang," she asked softly.

Jen gave a small smile, she immediately grabbed the glass that was already

feels sticky on the outside of it, “just nervous for tomorrow's hearing,” he replied

honestly twisting his body before Darren pressed his shoulder with his chin,

whispering with a little bite landed on his ear. Yeah, it's a habit

Darren has recently become his new hobby.

“Mump is still warm.” Darren received the glass that was still there

his wife's fingers, did not take over, but overtook him as if

Jen pushed the glass to her lips. As long as

enjoying the sensation

warm running through his throat, Darren faithfully nailed his gaze to the netra

limp belonged to his wife.

“Makasih, Yang ...,” still with hands over each other

glass, Darren lowered the glass and rewarded the corner of Jen's lips with

small kiss.

“You bobok what to chat first?” One of his hands

release the glass, grab Jen's waist until it sticks to her stomach, then grab the glass

which Jen still held and put on the table.

“Watch tv only, deh .. I'm a bit dizzy if the chat

you mean about the rich man again" he replied lazily. He let go of Darren's hand

from his stomach, then stepped first towards the TV room. While Darren

washing the remaining glass of his drink, his lips let out a soft twitch when

hearing Jen's words.

Darren catches up with Jen who is laying down her body on the long sofa

in front of the television, he clearly saw Jen just playing her phone, not watching

televisions. He moved closer to his wife.

“Kanya collect rations first, nih, before watching tivi.” Darren

putting himself between Jen's legs wrapped in a cloth covered with patterned knees

a rainbow that's a mess. A teasing grin appears when Jen sets aside

“Not tried here, ‘kan?” his eyebrows are not

lose flirtatiously. “More challenging ...,” continued in low and side tones

his eyes blinked softly, his hands began to creep over the surface of his leg skin.

Jen raises one corner of her upper lip, disgusted with

her husband's naughty style, “don't expect,” she said ketus while diverting

the foot that Darren has taken.

“Fear, yes?” Darren restrains Jen's body by impaling it

both of his hands were on either side of the woman's body that had been tilted.

“Gak .. again want to make you kesel.”

Darren chuckled softly and then kissed his wife's temple

so sniffy at him. “Why? Any more problems?” He pulled Jen to a seat

and hugging the woman from the side, “let's just say!”

Jen splashing on the chest of her husband, “gugup was tired, yes ..”

said lirih.

“Yes, if you take it hard, think seriously, and don't

trying to get your mind out of there, yes, will be tired.” Darren put down

his chin is over Jen's head. The hair that almost half changed back

blacker. “Udah, just relax, Tanna will not hurt you.”

Jen pulled herself from Darren's chest, “ya, I know ..” it

looking at her smiling husband's face. “I just have to hold my hand

to not strangle him,” accompanied by squeezing movements that might be possible

sharpen bruises or may be able to crumble if the object is fragile.

“You are terrible ...,” Darren said as he kissed the cheek

his wife. “Udahlah ... Tanna has suffered enough in prison, preferably

you take your revenge, leave it behind, we start a new life, story

new, and new friendship better and healthier.”

Darren can only go so far as to give calm to

his wife, gave his body as a backrest for Jen's burden.

“Then I have to how?”

Darren pulls his wife again in a hug, “you just

keep calm and smile, showing that you are not affected

by Tanna or Diego.”

“Can't ... I can't be as calm as you or the others,

just meet Diego, I'm pecking.”

“The atmosphere in front of the judge is different, Darling ..

the rules. You can't go berserk with Tanna, even later you are the one

got a problem," he said gently.

“Udahlah, here maen same brother, let's not think Tanna

again.” He takes Jen's position to face her. Cupping Jen's cheeks with both hands, carrying a face that looked less passionate and unsure that what Darren would do to her would be able to comfort her, closer to her lips.

Darren instills confidence in his wife that everything will be fine, through a kiss that has just docked and blends gently, Darren tries to channel the warmth that is able to ignite the furnace of endorphin hormones, which is very powerful, dopamine, and the serotonin in his wife's body were burning.

Then when Jen began to put her hands around her neck, Darren began to divide the task into her hands. Darren just needs to unravel the cloth and pull it down

the crimped collar that wrapped around Jen's smooth neck, then with a welcome

amazingly igniting, Darren distracts Jen's mind and world so tangled, with soft games cradling. Until the screams and smiles appear on Jen's lips, Darren ends his actions.

Still with a breath full of puff and nasal, Darren carried his wife's body to the bathroom, then helped her clean up.

"Night, dear ... Beautiful dream, yes ...." Darren pinned a kiss on Jen's forehead which winked to hold drowsiness and tired, not forgetting he enveloped his wife's body. "Bobok himself first, well ... Brother still had a little work to do," his parting was only weakly embraced before rolling on its side and completely asleep.

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