Lonely Master's Passion

Comfortable Bearing

Arista's heart was completely broken, remembering his struggle in caring for his beloved sister until she was gone. How long he had lived suffering and lack in the midst of the condition of the brother who was also sickly until finally exhaling his last breath.

Clara's heart was broken when she heard the princess, the sister she had once abandoned no longer existed in this world. There is a sense of regret that is now tucked in the heart of a Clara but whatever the power, all his regrets are late and his regrets will not be able to revive the Princess who has now been calm in nature there.

The crying of the two also broke out echoing in the air, sounding bitter to anyone who heard. The pain and regretful cries of the two brothers who lost their sister.

But there are others who feel a deeper pain, the pain of having to see the woman he loves look so down and cry as much as before him, something he first witnessed.

In fact, when the Princess died some time ago even his future wife did not look this bad, as sad as this. Arista even patted her chest repeatedly hoping that her pain would soon disappear if she did so.

Yes ...

That man was Louis, without realizing his tears were falling. Tears that never came down at all because the last time he cried was three years ago when he found out his wife was having an affair and when he officially divorced from Clara.

Today, the tears were falling again because he could not see Arista, the girl he loved so much, his future wife crying so much in front of him really made him feel devastated and devastated.

Louis rubbed his face rough, trying to wash away the remaining tears that were still falling so swiftly. He walked over to Arista with a still slightly audible sobbing sound.

"Wake, Ritsa. Wake up, baby." Pinta Louis was standing right next to his future wife, staring at Arista without a glance let alone just looking at Clara.

"Mas ... Mas Louis ... hiks hiks ..." Lirih Arista raised his head to look with a look on the face of Mas Louis dear it.

Louis raised his head, holding back the tears that were still about to fall. Then, without thinking long and again ignoring the feelings of Clara who currently also needs support from him, Mas Louis, and others, Mas Louis unfortunately Arista crouched down and carried the body of his future wife with full confidence accompanied by envious gazes from both eyes Clara.

'Why, why should he? Why isn't it me you carry, Mas?' (Inner Clara)

Slowly and very carefully, Louis lifted Arista's body and began to walk slowly leaving Clara who tightened her crying voice.

"Mas ...?" Lirih Clara's down there.

"You better get out of here. David let it come with me." Strictly Louis without turning his head and again walked towards the second floor where his room was with Arista in his carrying.

Arista just resigned and drooped limp in the lap of his Mas Louis. The crying voice that was originally heard blaring was slowly no longer heard from Arista's tiny lips.

Comfortable and slowly his heart began to feel calm when he was up there, in Louis's sling that so gently embraced him in the warm embrace of his two sturdy hands.

"Maos ..." Lirih Arista as her body was laid on the bed.

"Guns ... Don't say anything, baby. You rest first. Do you want to accompany you here?" Louis replied, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the face of his future wife who looked so moody and not as cheerful as before.

Without any hesitation Arista nodded his head. He was in need of a backrest, he was in need of support and it was this Mas Louis who could give him all that. The warm decapitation, the chest of the field that will make the soul of an Arista feel calm.

After getting a nod from Arista, Louis began to climb onto the bed and lay right beside Arista, he stretched his arms wide so that he could be made a warm cushion by Arista his future wife.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Arista's scales clenched tightly onto Louis's body and literally made his Mas Louis' burly hand the most comfortable cushion for his head.

"You're usually rebutting Mulu. You forget that you don't like to be rejected. Mas said don't say anything first, you rest first, sleep first and calm your mind first, okay?" Louis replied, closing his eyes to hold the bitter taste in his true heart.

Hearing Mas Louis'nya say like that, Arista's lips even slightly upload a smile even though the smile was only a small pull on both sides of his tiny lips.

"All right, I'm going to sleep now. Be still don't move a bit." Replied Arista began to close his eyes and clasped his circle even more.

Louis smiled slightly as he kissed the friendly head of Arista. It did not take long, Arista was asleep still with the same position. Pulas was even very slumbering as if feeling so comfortable to be there in the warm embrace of her future husband.

In the middle of Arista who was now sleeping so soundly even, a little snoring sound was heard from every sigh of his heavy breath. Different things were felt by Louis who while still in the same position, did not even move the slightest as ordered by Arista before he fell asleep.

His hands suddenly tingled, maybe because too long to hold the weight of Arista's head that was getting heavier. Not to mention, the body of his future wife who now sticks perfectly by only wearing a kimono towel that may be in it also has not had time to wear any barrier.

Sure enough, when Louis slightly lowered his head, the top of the kimono clad in Arista's body slightly opened by itself. Louis swallowed his coarse saliva when he saw the hidden part behind the kimono of his future wife was completely without any obstructions.

''Oh, my God, Arista, how's this Louis of yours? Iman Mas is not as strong as alim men who can withstand when faced with a woman's body. Your body, God, why did not wear the clothes before coming out of the room, murmured Louis tried to close his eyes, neutralizing the turmoil inside him that was currently starting to rise to the surface.

Unexpectedly, Arista's legs suddenly moved up and circular right above his heirloom with Arista's smooth legs now completely exposed perfectly.

"O Lord, strengthen my faith. I rarely pray but this time, I beg ...!? Jeez, I really can't stand it anymore," he murmured again when he found the jeans he was wearing felt increasingly claustrophobic like someone was about to rebel.

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