MARRYING DOWN THE BED?

43. (TAMAT) Forever Evita

Evita survived the 3rd glass, I didn't want to follow.so I let her do it alone. He did not object, nor did he comment. Our drinks this time are indeed 'allotted' for my wife.

Inevitably, loss of consciousness aka drunk inevitably finally hit him too.

There is nothing much different than his drunkenness yesterday, did not escape there is also a drastic different happened to him in his drunk this time.

Evita did not complain of dizziness, nor did she fall unconscious, only suddenly this time she let out a hiccup sound. Very intense hiccups. The new effect. Her diaphragm may not have been unreflected, irritated with alcohol.

Feeling very troubled by the dress, I let him do what he wanted to do first, which was to strip off the entire body cover.

My gel smile quietly expands.

Starting from the first hangover yesterday, the habit after habit of an Evita while being like this will be more strongly imprinted in my memories and memories...

I love you, Evita, with all your advantages and disadvantages. I will make you my first true love, and also my last love. Without forgetting the other love I had for your late brother.

For God's sake, I can't live without you by my side..

A few minutes later...

So stubborn was my wife, who was half-naked and now only made this sexy, insisting on going around drunk and staggered just to avoid me.

Divorcing the drunken laughs interspersed with hiccups, Evita kept dodging around as I tried to reach her, grabbing her, to make her sit back quietly on the sofa.

From scratch approaching the dining table, again the living room approached the bottom of the TV hanging high on the wall near the ceiling, with a recalcitrant and then poured into some other parts around the house.

Not to want to really run away, just follow the euphoric feelings just move themselves to and fro, which of course due to his heavy drunkenness and the result of him meeting a view of me. Apparently, the instinct of rejection is still not lost and then he felt the need to avoid me.

At once he tried to clear his eyes in the middle of the escape who is now parking himself in front of the dining table, standing unstable on his feet, leaning behind his waist while denying the palms on the forehead. Has reached a point of tiredness or boredom after trying to persistently avoid me.

If until forever he 'avoid' this while being unconscious, then it is certain, it will be like this form of struggle I 'grab'nya as a consequence of having and loving an Evita Purnama Sari, SH.

"Come, back to the couch. Just rest there for a while." Grip both hands to the waist to uphold Evita standing immediately on the rough edges of both hands, so inevitably I pull my handle home from her.

"I'm fine.'hkhh... I can take care of myself...No need to help.'hg."

"You're not okay, baby. Never mind, let me help you to the couch."

Long thought, Evita decided no longer refuse. Maybe influenced my words that he was not okay and he agreed. He entered my arms, immediately voicing his complaint,

"Bang Hari's..."

"Hm?"

"My head hurts.'hh. Is everyone 'hgh...drunk it... alwaysu... be dizzy?"

"Usually the person who was drunk felt dizzy after waking up from his sleep, dear. Side effects from drunkenness such as dizziness and nausea to vomiting, only experienced after a long sleep."

"I'm not nauseous...Just dizzy."

"You're just gonna get arrested?"

"He uh. Just a little..spinning...:hkhh. What I saw.allaaa circling. "

"If you really need to take medicine--"

"Not no no... Not that bad. Please just hold me."

"OK, honey. Let's just go back to the couch?"

"Later..."

It could be said that Evita collapsed into my arms. He fully rested his body on my body, his head on my shoulders.

"Bang Hari. you're very manly..." Evita whispered weakly into my shoulder, seemingly imbued with a dikulum smile. It's surprising...

Then saying the next words that are very clear is not part of his style of language and everyday speech.

The very brutal effects of alcohol work...

I decided to keep quiet, let and give Evita a chance to keep talking.

"Corn, strong, dann.always passionate... I likeaa. I..ach, like the way you.. 'hg, love me.. in that video... Honestly, I like it a lot... Very like to see myself, with bang Hari.dari that, 'hkkh... Have you, achh...I told you this?"

"Darling, Evita, if you can still remember, baby, you said you didn't want to do that --"

"That's..before I mee.'hg..."

"That means now you're gonna do this. 'cause you feel sorry for me?"

"Shyapa kalaaangg? I don't know.I just do.ah, I don't want. Initially... Now it is.not so anymore.I have..'hkhh..mau..."

"Ohh..."

"I'm not calling you as disgusting, 'hgh... But, just as disgusting.withnn..myself...but I actually...like!...'hh...that's why I don't mind.'hghh...now this..."

I moaned stifledly, "We haven't started yet, baby. You've even been running around here and there not wanting to get close to me."

Evita was stunned, looking at me in confusion, "Oh, really? Why?..'ach... Why me...so?"

"Where do I know..." My voice while shaking my shoulders with anxiety, "You know better why you are so."

"Ohh.I don't know...Just a moment I thought. 'hg..why am I so."

I can't hold my angry laugh anymore. Enough talk, enough to hear.

Brought with the feeling of haru and happy to hear sentence by sentence Evita, I held her tighter until her breasts*d more depressed to my chest. I wanted to add to my thrashing sensation. But for a while I controlled my passion. Because Evita still wants to keep talking.

He rarely expressed his deepest feelings. Always refrain from revealing out some of the things that are in his mind and thoughts. So the moment when Evita speaks at length coming from her subconscious, I will pay attention to her best.

It was also recorded on CCTV around the living room and dining room.

"As soon as I enter the work.I will..resign immediately.mau --'hgh, just stop... take care..my nieces and nephews."

God, I don't want to bother you with taking care of them, baby.

"Dannn.I want.take them, 'hhkkh...walk.to the water. If Rian's been."

Evita's tone was increasingly heard hovering up and down indeterminate direction.

Both of his knees were felt right by me shaking unsteadily. It was likely that he would not be strong anymore to stand for long.

Still in the grip of both my hands hugged Evita, I briefly held her head up from between my shoulders and neck. He was too exhausted to push my gaze, letting my attention look at his face.

I stared at Evita's blushing cheeks, paled lips, the whole pretty face of Evita, who never bore my eyes in seeing her.

Evita has a heart shape. With a narrow chin, the cheeks become more prominent when smiling. The character is agile, strong, idealistic, stubborn but actually quite friendly, very clearly depicted on his face.

This face and the owner, I've wanted it so badly. Already very eager to make him back to like and like more our romance and union.

"Will it be like this for a long time, baby?" My whisper was soft in Evita's ear, "You're too tired. I'll take you to rest in the room. Or, where do you want to rest?"

Evita's one hand spontaneously grabbed me by the neck before she answered my question and before she actually entered my bopongan.

Just be quiet and not refuse when I finally support his body, then I take him to the sofa.

Nor did I resist a few minutes later when I actually positioned myself, uniting myself into him...

The rest were recorded on CCTV.

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There is still a long journey to take. But married life with an Evita I can be sure will always be full of color.

And our love life will always be full of drama. Drama after drama.

I don't care how long Evita continues to reject me, between her loving feelings. But I say with confidence without hesitation, ever since I fell in love with him when I saw him appear before me with a big motor, since that moment.

From now on and forever, until the end, there will only be one Evita in my heart and life.

DONE ......... 26 04 2023

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