My Blinds On The Eagle

Destiny Games. 3

In the grasp of the towering dashing figure, who was looking at him gently. Which then pulled him slowly but surely. Without being able to escape .... Nilam looked resignedly, letting a pair of eyes as dark as that night penetrate his deepest sense.

Miss ............... Longs............

" Rey."., his voice rambunctiously sounded like a sigh as he muttered Rayhan's name. The man who came in agitation was like a warm knight embracing him.

Look how longing it doesn't need to be told....

" I won't let go of you anymore .. my angel", whispered Rayhan gently as he tightened his arms.

See how love does not need to boast.....

" Rey ... I'm sorry.... ". Nilam sobbed slowly.

And nature seems to be washed away. As if accompanying the Rinai-rinai tears Nilam sliding one by one rolling through his cheeks.

Rayhan tightened his embrace. Giving his brain the opportunity to give as much detail as possible about the curves, fragrant hair and fragrant apple blossoms that come out of the niche of this woman's neck. Rayhan closed his eyes.....

But nature said another. Rayhan let go of his embrace, pulling Nilam's hand to rush after him.

" Come on. get in the car "

" Aaah.. my groceries", exclaimed Nilam restrained while touching Rayhan's hand.

Immediately after breaking free from Rayhan, he ran towards the two large brown bag. Right then Rayhan followed him, and quickly took over both bags. When Nilam will reach him.

A moment later, the two were in a car with slightly wet hair and clothes. When without a signal first, Rayhan suddenly leaned his body and made his body and revelation as if not at a distance with Nilam.

While outside.

The sound of heavy rain was almost swallowed by Nilam's pounding heart. Also by the warm breath of Rayhan who hit his face. The man looked at her fixedly, touching her lips slowly. And a pair of dark manil. As if looking for answers to the questions that haunt him.

" Don't tell me anything just yet.just answer my question.

" Nilam Ardya Prameswari..... are you still the wife of Rayhan Ananta Zachary ? ".

Rayhan felt his heart so sore. Slowly he let go and sat back up straight behind the wheel. Too late.

" There is only one husband in my life", Nilam's voice sounded soft.

Rayhan seemed to be lifted from the bottom of the deepest trough. As if freed from the dark gripping. Nilam's voice sounded like a tone leading him towards the light.

" Nilam...... ". Rayhan returned to reveal the name. While coming back to hold the name.

" But ... I wasn't expecting your family.". ", Nilam in the end. A pain that he had been in all this time.

" What about Arlina....? you are married?", asked Nilam back in a trembling voice.

Rayhan did not answer. He was getting his embrace. Not letting this woman get away from him. Slowly and with some force, he kissed Nilam's lips. Sipping her tenderness slowly but full of love and longing.

Nilam was stunned.is not this one he missed ?. But his common sense made him endure to remain silent not to reciprocate all the sensual movements of the man's lips. Like the contrast of hate and love, that was how his heart felt over Rayhan's treatment. His heart melted but his stiff body stiffened trying to renege.

Not not realizing how tense Nilam's body was in his arms. But his defense as a man who suffered from longing for vengeance had come to the height of the outburst of passion. He ignored all the gesture of rejection of the woman in his arms. Until a long time later he cast his lips.

Rayhan only moves and traces a row of beautiful jaws with the most sensitive part of his senses. His lips go down the cheeks, neck and end up in the recesses of the Nile collarbone. It was as if scanning back the entire trail - the trail that had once been left there.

" Just you ... my only wife ".

And that sentence was pressed beautifully in Nilam's ears. Like an epilogue. But somehow still there is a lump of lara crammed. Like the latent cancer that begins to metastasize and gnaw back the happy cells in him. Making Nilam slowly and firmly with all his might pushed Rayhan's body away. He never forgot, that to escape from the arms of the man must use all the energy of his tiny body.

" It's been a long time this car stopped. I was intending to go home soon", he said dampening Rayhan's protest gaze.

" Where do you live." asked Rayhan later. His little heart justifies the word Nilam. There is no good reason to protest against the woman

" Road is. I guide you", replied Nilam later.

And the vehicle drove through the specks on a warm, wet spring night. Carrying a pair of heart-wrenching. Promising her second chance, affirming a bond, repairing a blemish and hoping to knit immortality.

See how the destiny of love is like play, but it only obeys the commandment of the Almighty of Love.