MARRIED TO A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL

SEVENTEEN

Silence, there was no sound. All that was heard was the hunting breath, colliding with each other.

Raiden was interested in staring at the bead, the thing he had been looking for could be found from the look in his eyes. Quiet, calm and warm. Where has he been all this time? this girl has everything she's been looking for all this time.

"Of,"

Tasya tilted her face, avoiding the touch of those ranum lips that even remained a few centis from her lips.

"You wear contact lenses?" raiden asked suddenly, with no intention of letting go of his gaze from the blue bead.

"Sir,"

"Times?"

The one just nodded his head, his fingers raised up gently stroking the firm jaw. With his faithful head tilted.

"Beautiful,"

Spontaneous a sweet smile carved beautifully in the pink lips, the first history of this man praised one of his limbs. Although actually without Tasya know, Raiden always praised her beauty even though not spoken.

A few seconds later the silence again enveloped, warm breaths felt smashing into each other. Raiden was still faithfully staring at the blue bead, as if hypnotized to look at it. His gaze was calm, yet difficult to decipher.

"Ck, why the hell? It's still a trance in the morning,"

Feeling in the cuekin from earlier, Tasya annoyedly pushed the stocky body and passed out of the bathroom.

"Om, weird."

The one just let out a long sigh, following the slender body passed out of the bathroom. Sitting side by side on the sofa, while continuing their delayed breakfast.

"This room has WiFi?"

"Hm,"

"Where is hp?"

"Above the nightstand" answered Raiden as he was.

Sontak Tasya got up from her place, grabbed her husband's cell phone from the nightstand, thrust towards her.

"Open!"

Raiden according to, open his cellphone password, the next second in the pull back.

"Om, what genre movie do you like? A romance? no way, there is no romantic. The horror? I think, om like to daydream maybe think of a demon that looks like Tasya. A comedy? I guess not, people are stiff like statues there is no funny, but sexy."

Raiden shakes his head, choosing to focus on his food regardless of what his wife says. Who is asked, who answers. So let it go, as long as this one child is happy.

Sometimes Raiden glances at his girl, who looks focused on messing with his phone. I don't know what Tasya did with her phone without her permission.

Until the pink lips smiled widely, put his phone on the table turned to staring at the television screen.

"There's a new movie om," he said enthusiastically.

Raiden just nodded his head, with no intention of asking what movie they were going to watch.

Their beads both focused on staring at the television screen, occasionally spooning food into his mouth. In the current circumstances they both look to get along, let alone the film that Tasya likes the same as her husband. Thrillers.

(Terror films are a genre of films that present tense action. This genre of film is usually filled with tense and thrilling scenes. Usually the theme of the story raised comes from real life such as murder, psychiatric disorders, mysteries, spies, to conspiracy theories) #Secondary information

Seconds, minutes, hours passed. They both sat in front of the tv. Curtains and glass balconies are not opened at all. It was as if the two of them were on purpose without them noticing.

They even moved positions,

choose to sit on the floor while leaning on the sofa. Snacks splattered everywhere, even bottles of alcohol that had been out of place since when Raiden took them. Tasya did not bother about it, as long as it was not excessive.

"According to who's killer?" point Tasya at the television.

"Black clothes,"

"It could be, but according to Tasya the quiet is the killer. Usually quiet is a lot of mystery, sometimes silence can be a demon."

Raiden nodded his head, occasionally sipping his alcohol straight from the bottle.

Until the screen is full of different scenes, adult scenes without the slightest sensor.

The faces of the two of them remained calm, looking ordinary at the sight.

Moreover, Tasya used to watch thriller films set in the west. Scenes like this are common.

"Om, has that been the case?"

"Sir,"

"What time?"

"No interest,"

"Lied,"

"Life isn't all about s*x, not all crazy people do that. Watching the usual stuff, I admit it. But do, not interest."

There was a small laugh, beyond expectation Tasya rose from his place. Opening his sleeping pajamas, narrating a black tank top and thigh-length shorts.

"Hot," he lamented, sitting back to his original place.

Raiden chose silence, his manic only focused on staring at the television screen without caring about his girl's behavior.

Until his shoulders feel heavy, the taut fingers are wrapped around his waist.

"Don't drink too much alcohol, not good for health" Tasya recalled.

Raiden, according to Raiden, kept his bottle of alcohol out of his reach. For some reason he could not refuse this one girl's words, his body and mind always obeyed.

"Om, have you ever been in love?" tanya Tasya was curious.

Raiden rolled his eyes in a puff, the next second nodding his head.

"When?"

"SMA Time,"

"He's beautiful, isn't he? is she or Tasya?"

"He."

Too honest, Inner Tasya.

"She's prettier than an angel. But baby, it can't be had."

Spontaneous Tasya raised his head up, staring at that handsome face that looked flushed with restraining emotions. I don't know what happened, but Tasya just asked.

He answered as he had been, without the slightest protest.

"There's someone who's obsessed with wanting to have him, when the one he loves is me. For the sake of kindness, I relented."

"Why? that's stupid, '" Tasya protested.

Suddenly Raiden chuckled, glanced at him for a while and returned his gaze to the other direction.

"Being doesn't mean losing. Behind me I kept chasing him. Moreover, the angel sided completely with me, not the bastard."

"Sampe everything?"

"Why not? besides we both love each other, he's just a total wrecker of someone else's relationship."

"So om what? according to Tasya. I knew he had a girlfriend, he still had a boyfriend. Love doesn't have to have om,"

"Those hypocrites are talking about that."

Sontak Tasya gave a small laugh, releasing her embrace as she returned to her original position.

"Tasya has also been in the position of om, but that does not mean playing cunning like om. Tasha can trap her so Tasya gets pregnant. But squirming he was happy, was enough. Because love doesn't have to have."

"Bocil understands,"

"Shut up, no objection!"

"Ter–"

"Tasya says shut up!"

Raiden snorted in annoyance, throwing his snacks towards Tasya. I don't know why his mouth is difficult to compromise, what's wrong try to fight. M*rahan emang.

"Stupid is not where om, the proof of his son about you can be Tasya's soul mate."

"Br*th."

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