Kyraa And The Greatest Man

Part 43's

Bik Ani put the glass filled with orange water on the wooden table, Kyra smiled looking at the pencil, still in her hand.

"Thanks Bik Ani."

"Same as Ms. Puan. If there's anything else, Miss Puan call me yes."

Bik Ani said kindly.

"Okay Bik Ani's. Thank you." Thank you."

Bik Ani smiled a nod before circulating from there, Kyra continued her painting on the book. Occasionally orange water on the table in a sip of Kyra, because of the thirst of almost half a glass of water in his drink. Kyra continued her work , the sound of an artificial waterfall in front of her really reconciled the heart , reviving her mood to continue painting.

"Busy to ?"

Adzran's voice from behind excited Kyra. Kyra does not serve, she just focuses on her paintings. Adzran came and sat in the empty chair next to him. Seeing Kyra who is not serving, the chair is brought closer to Kyra. Kyra turned away, uncomfortable.

"What's the lak ?"

Kyra looked seriously at the glass on the table at Adzran's sight.

"It looks good this water, can I try.?"

Kyra just picked up the glass and drained the rest of the water. Adzran gave a fierce smile seeing Kyra finish the drink.

"Your executioner is also, same as your husband's temperament."

"I'm doing a job 'if you don't have anything important to say 'maybe I stay ?"

Kyra took her pencil back.  Her body suddenly felt hot, stinging sort of.

"Fine hands, worthy of a beautiful painting."

Slowly Adzran holds Kyra's hand, Kyra brushes off. Surprised by Adzran's actions.

"You know why ? That temperament keep it a little !"

Kyra began to stand up, Adzran followed once. Kyra's shoulder was held fast. Kyra brushed aside.

"Alaa, don't sell very expensive, no one here."

Adzran said slowly. Kyra stared intently before she stepped into the living room, Adzran still poking , Kyra's arm in her link.

"Take off !"

"What's wrong, Athid is not here , don't worry... jom , which room ? My room to ? Your room ?"

Kyra looked in disdain... Adzran's link to him was trying to get him divorced. But the longer , the weaker the power. His body is getting bigger.

"Why Ms. Puan.?"

Beego's voice appealed to Adzran, relieving him of Kyra. Adzran released his link.

"Beeg..."

Kyra's voice is weak. Seeing Kyra's weak state, Beego quickly approached.

"Sik Puan okay to ?"

"Okay..."

A Word from Kyra. Beego looked at Adzran seriously as if asking for an answer.

"Errrr, she's tired, she doesn't want to go up to the room, 'cause I'll help.."

Adzran's face was pale. How can Beego exist, not to that he was with Tengku Farathid. Ahh ! All his plans failed.

"I sent Ms. Puan..."

After making a sound, Beego held Kyra's arm. Kyra quickly brushed off the arm, the man's touch was very stimulating, what happened to him.

"What time do I turn back ?"

"5, Miss Mommy."

"I'm okay. Don't worry."

Kyra stepped up to the stairs. Beego looked worried, Adzran looked blankly..

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Kyra mundar mandir in her own room , her neck in palpable palpation , the shower did not immediately relieve her.  His body felt a pulsating pulse. Kyra herself did not understand what was wrong with her body, ******would her heart culminate. Clock on the wall at a glance. At 1pm, he felt the touch of his face. Sitting back in bed, her bathrobe in the kibas kibas itself. Her face was red. Her hair was in a bun. His neck was touched back, Kyra released a long hela.  Not sitting still. The cold-waster increased his power.

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Adzran lurks gintai in the living room it is, deserted. He climbed the stairs slowly, heading towards the room of Tengku Farathid. Now his golden opportunity must be that the man's wife is in a heat stroke, the ferocious brain Adzran thought of. He reached the door button.. Adzran let go of his complaint.

"What are you doing here ?"

Adzran's ears were like those in a lightning bolt hearing the sound appear. His face is pale. He swallowed his saliva, afraid.... Tengku Farathid looked sharply at him.

"Errrr, tuu. err bini brother. I'm worried."

Tengku Farathid approached , the body was repelled rude.

"I'm not too bad to point.. You're hot!"

Quickly Adzran circulated from there with his pale face. Tengku Farathid steals the camera view in Adzran's hands. Suspectedly appeared.  He rushes back because Beego told him about Kyra, right to Kyra is not healthy, before he goes to the hotel, Kyra is fine. Risau Tengku Farathid. The door tried to be pushed. Unsuccessful. He knocks slowly.

Tok to \~

"Darling..."

After repeatedly knocking, the door was opened from the inside. Kyra's face appeared before her . His wife is still with her bathrobes. Tengku Farathid looked at Kyra's face. As usual, his eyes looked dim. That door's shut at Tengku Farathid. Kyra's cheeks are softly touched.

"Are you okay ?"

Kyra's eyes were closed when she touched Tengku Farathid. Seeing Kyra's unusual reaction, a little worried Tengku Farathid.

"I miss you."

Kyra opened her eyes, her dim eyes looking at Tengku Farathid, deep. Tengku Farathid smiles.

"I miss you more."

Tengku Farathid replied, his face touched Kyra. Taken a little down, Tengku Farathid just according to , looking down a little, Kyra's lips stopped by her neck. Tengku Farathid. He raised his face to look at Kyra.

"Darling, you okay to ? What's wrong ? Beego said you're not well ? Everything is fine ?"

Farathid asked. He saw Kyra's monyok face, his wife's face clearly showing a void when she raised her head back.

"Im fine, everything I need is you."

Kyra gently touched her husband's chest, the Tengku Farathid blazer was slowly removed. Tengku Farathid feels awkward. Why is his wife acting so weird.  Tengku Farathid's clothes button at his touch, stripping off one from the top. Tengku Farathid reached Kyra's moving hand, preventing her from doing so.  Kyra was taken to bed. Kyra just according to , she sat down. Tengku Farathid reached the glass on the table available with water mug, in pouring slowly. The glass was brought back to Kyra. Tengku Farathid sat facing.

"Drink this dear . I think you're not well. We go to the clinic ?"

"I don't want water, I want you.."

Regardless of the water that was gulped down by Tengku Farathid, Kyra again reached the button of the husband's shirt, began to take it back , surprised by the action , Tengku Farathid held Kyra's hand.

"Kyraa... what's wrong with you ?"

Kyra pulled the rough hand that blocked her, her eyes began to glaze over.

"They said it ? You have another woman ? You go see which girl at the hotel ? Are you satisfied harini ?  Because you don't want to touch me ?"

Tengku Farathid placed the glass on the table before sitting back in front of Kyra.

"You grate what dear ? I know you're not like this, are you ?"

Tengku Farathid's hand blocked the tears that fell on his wife's cheek.

"I want you, please...."

Tengku Farathid's neck is already in Kyra's arms.