I'M Sorry To Hurt You [Last]

FIFTEEN

“Eh, ticket?” Purnama looked at the ticket in her hand as we had breakfast this morning.

“Lusa we leave for Beijing,” I replied coldly while drinking coffee. While Purnama sipped her pregnant milk.

“Beijing? For what?” tanyanya polo's.

“Friendship. There's no way I'll leave you alone in this house, I'm afraid you ran away with my son you're carrying,” I said as I brandished a knife to smear jam into Purnama. Purnama took a sip of his saliva looking at the small knife in my hand - scared. I hurriedly removed the knife in my hand.

“I know,” he answered almost in a whisper, lowered his head and bit his lower lip.

I stared intently at Purnama who ate breakfast in silence – squinted for a moment. Actually, the reason I went to Beijing was to meet that son of a bitch Edgar. To make sure that something is still in my heart.

　

　

　

　

* I’m Sorry To Hurt You *

　

　

　

　

I'm coming home tonight at seven. I don't usually go home so soon. I'll be home at ten in the evening. But something told me to go home quickly tonight. Opening the doorknob without making a sound-previous take off the shoes and waltzing into the living room.

There I saw Purnama curled up on the sofa hugging a pillow while laughing watching a reality show. Samar I heard Purnama muttering something while stroking his stomach.

“Huft, it feels like to eat hot ramen made by Elias-but where might I ask for it,” his murmur was disappointed with a sullen bent face.

“Sorry son, Mama again can not grant it.” Full moon exhales while rubbing her stomach – speaks for itself.

My heart throbbed pain and came back full to hear the murmur of Purnama. I'm Purnama, my son, my inner self.

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“Elias, don't be too hard with the Full Moon. Kasian he and your own son,” aunt Rina who again shook her head to see the hardness of my head when checking the contents of Purnama, which again without my company. And I only heard the health report of Purnama's content from Aunt Rina over the phone.

“El, what a hard time anyway granting your own son's wishes,” sublet Intan again nagging me to see Purnama painstakingly ask Jagat for help buying spicy meat barrels in the rain.

“Purnama cravings it because of your amak desire too, remember that, El.”  This time it was Nila who nagged me, as she and her husband, Sakti, were, overwhelmed looking for imported young mangoes from Indonesia lucky there is one minimarket that sells fruits from Indonesia and the location of the minimarket outside New York City, New York, it took one day for the shipment of the mango package to reach home.

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I smiled a little considering these few weeks hearing the babbling of the couple Nila-Sakti and Intan-Jagat when overwhelmed to fulfill the desire of Purnama-no, not Purnama but the child she conceived. All right what's wrong with softening a little on Purnama. For my son too.

I purposely cleared my throat to surprise Purnama. Slowly the Full Moon poked its head from the sofa.

“Elias? Already home? Fast once.” Purnama stood up to greet me, and took my briefcase, not forgetting her sweet smile. I didn't answer him and took off my suit and threw him on the couch.

“Not to be taken to the room first, just put the bag there, Honey,” I said telling Purnama to put my bag next to the jacket that is lying on the sofa.

“Eh?” Purnama tilted her head, a little astonished at my attitude, especially when I called her Honey when we were just getting married.

I smiled slightly seeing Full Moon blush, her face filled with a red hue. He sat a little away from me - still afraid of me. He watched a reality show.

“I want to cook hot ramen,” I said stand up and roll up my shirt sleeves up to the elbow limit. Glancing at Purnama, wanting to see his reaction. The full moon seemed to sparkle for a moment, then he pouted back. He knew I would never cook for him.

The huft! For your son, El. Fighting. I encouraged myself, then started to enter my kitchen. I haven't cooked since I got married to Purnama. It was the full moon that always cooked for me even though the cooking I never touched. After a few minutes, my ramen was made.

Purnama who initially focused on watching finally turned to me and looked at me, he sipped his saliva many times seeing me eat ramen made by myself. I pretended to ignore him and smiled amusedly at his behavior, at least he shifted his seat until without realizing he was sitting next to me. I looked at him until my face was only a few inches from his. Purnama stammer.

“What?” tanyaku pretends to be ketus while blowing noodles flanked by chopsticks without eating them.

Purnama shook his head, but his eyes were fixed on the ramen noodles in my hands. He sipped his saliva, then looked at me. “No,” said plain.

I finally chuckled at her plain face that was easy to read. “Mau?” bargained.

As fast as lightning Purnama nodded.

“Nih, open your mouth - aaaaa,” I said. I feed the noodles in my hand to the mouth of Purnama. The full moon opened its mouth wide.

“Enak?” my many.

Purnama nodded, his eyes sparkling with pleasure, his wish this time was granted even he was fed by me.

“Enak. It's fitting that you make it, when I also want to eat ramen noodles too,” he replied innocently.

“Oh yes? Really?” I pretended to be surprised. Purnama nodded.

I raised elevenh of my eyebrows and looked at Purnama who was chewing noodles. Actually I deliberately made noodles for you, Purnama, my mind is happy. There is happiness in my heart.

“Eat a lot.” I thrust a bowl of ramen noodles into Purnama's hand.

“Still, El.” The full moon smiled widely.

“Not to worry, Darling.” I gently stroked her almond hair. The full moon blushed, a tinge of red popping up on his cheeks that began to fill up slightly.

“You don't eat, El?” purnama asked with her mouth full of noodles as she looked at me just looking at her. “Eung ... we can eat together,” he continued doubtfully, looking at me who was just silent. I nodded and smiled.

“No, Dear. I'm full of watching you eat voraciously.” I can't stop watching him eat. Even now my eyes are only fixed on the lips plums fill. I haven't kissed her for a long time and touched these sexy lips. The red merona purnama. Dare not look at me.

“Completed.” Purnama stroked her distended stomach and put an empty bowl on the table, then took a glass of stroberry-flavored pregnant milk and drank it quickly until the milk came out from between her mouth. Purnama groggy because I keep looking at him, especially to the lips filled with, want it feels like my lips are stuck there.

I gulped down the saliva looking at the scene in front of me. The full moon is getting longer looking very sexy and seductive. Unconsciously my hand moved around stroking her lips, rubbing the milk still stuck to her lips.

Long time we looked. I looked into my eyes Purnama. Slowly close my face to her until our noses bump into each other. The full moon closed her eyes as I gently touched her lips with mine. Closing my eyes as I gently sucked on her lower lip, my tongue began to guerrillaize inside her mouth. Without rejection like before when I forced her to kiss him, Purnama resignedly opened her mouth to return my kiss.

Purnama draped both her hands to my neck and squeezed my hair as I deepened my kiss. Protective both of my hands were on her waist. Tighter hugged his waist as our tongues dominated each other - though I was the winner in the battle tounge.

After a few minutes, with a heavy heart I let go for a moment the link of my lips when Purnama needed to breathe. Full moon panting with a reddened face, not forgetting her slightly open mouth. Kuelus softly her lips were slightly swollen from my vicious kiss.

The full moon smiled sweetly which flowed a sense of calm into my heart seeing her smile. We looked at each other intensely. As if speaking from heart to heart. I stroked her back while sitting on my thighs. His hands did not move from my neck and stroked my thick black hair. For a moment I remembered something.

“Shortly, Darling. I called someone first.” I kissed her lips. Groped my basic pants pocket and picked up the smartphone. Mendial number aunt Rina - consulting lightning.

“Tante. Is it really okay if I do that?” I said hoarse. Samar I heard an answer from Aunt Rina. Almond hair curl Full moon – sometimes I peek the top of his head - when he rests his head against the chest of my midsection while waiting for me to talk with aunt Rina.

“Really?” I smiled happily, my eyes sparkled happily.

“Yes, I'll be careful. Won't hurt her baby-thank you for the advice, aunt. Give my regards to Om Glen. Sorry, had disturbed auntie's night,” said I hung up.

“Aman, Darling.” I smiled happily and dyed a glimpse of the plum lips of Purnama as she looked up at me in wonder. I hugged him tightly, anxious to see his innocence.

It seems like this long night I will be going through with him full of warmth. Even now, the love that is beginning to grow in my heart I just let it bloom, I will never extinguish it again. And without me realizing it, this heart began to accept the presence of the Full Moon. Did ya?

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