My husband's a real man

Unusual Heart Degupt

My husband Tajir Man #24

By Sept

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Arya and Nur tonight are stuck in an awkward atmosphere. Both of them inevitably had to sleep in one room. For they are now living together in the home of the Brotoseno family, the home of the mother.

"Sleep here, Mas Arya's back will hurt again."

Arya shook her head, for a moment she felt astonished. Tumben Nur let him near. It usually creates a distance between them.

Because Arya continued to refuse, Nur did not force. Drowsiness that suddenly attacked, making Nur try to close his eyes. As for Arya, the man could not close his eyes. Arya chose to get some fresh air. While sipping cigarettes as his lonely friend during this time.

When going to light the cigarette so much, suddenly the match runs out. Arya chose to go into the room again. It was late at night, it seemed like he had to sleep. Because tomorrow actually he has important meetings and meetings with clients outside the city. He forgot not to tell Nur. Suddenly his lips covered in a smile, say it or not, it seemed that Nur did not care. Arya smiled wryly.

***

True said Nur, Arya's back long pain. Sleeping on the couch is a torture. Arya then glanced at the bed. He saw that there was still quite a large place next to his side.

With a slow movement, he crept and climbed to the other side. Arya spread her body without a sound, slowly so as not to wake Nur who was asleep first.

At the end of the night, nearing dawn. Arya was asleep. The man seemed to be completely exhausted. Arya until not realized, when the bolster next to her had disappeared. Perhaps due to heavy drowsiness, Arya unconsciously hugged the bolster wrongly. Not a soft roll, but instead a roll that can fart that he hugged. Yes, Arya was in a sleeping position while hugging Nur.

Nur was the same, he did not wake up either. The young woman even looks so good, sleeping in the arms of the chest of the warm Aryan field and certainly very comfortable.

A moment later, Arya blinked. A dry feeling in the esophagus, makes the man wake up. Arya was about to take a minun, but the man, once opened his eyes was shocked. He almost pushed Nur's body that hugged his waist.

Slowly Arya tried to get rid of Nur's arm, instead of separating. Nur's arms hugged him even tighter.

Arya hissed, she tried to re-attempt to break away. But, Nur even more ensnare him. Arya became suspicious, lest Nur intentionally. Finally he looked at Nur with a full glance. Strange, his eyes were still closed.

Because of the sultry, Arya is inching. And the movement was successful in making Nur wake up.

"Mas Aryans?" Nur looked up, looking at Arya from a very close distance.

"You embrace first, Nur!" Not to be accused of being weird. Arya defended herself.

"Ac ...!" Nur then pulled his body away, because it was too backward, almost he lengthened to the back. Fortunately, Arya reflexively pulled Nur's waist.

"Revelation!"

Unintentionally, both of their bodies were even very close. Arya could even feel Nur's breath that felt warm on her face.

While Nur, his hand that touches the chest of Aryan field, can feel the heartbeat of the man who beats unmatched.

"Mas Arya's sick?"

Arya scrunched her forehead, then took off her customers.

"No, I'm fine."

"Damn!" rutuk Arya in the heart. Behind the dim and dim light, Nur's innocent face why looks tempting. The young woman was not flirting with him. But, Nur's innocent gaze, coupled together on the same bed, made the atmosphere so awkward.

"I'm fine, Nur. You don't have to worry."

Arya decided to go down, something went wrong. Near-by Nur long-long danger as well. He did not want to disappoint Nur. He promised never to touch the young woman again.

While Nur, he was stunned alone on the bed. Staring at the back of Arya who was walking towards the balcony.

A few minutes later, Arya came in because the cold outside was piercing to the bone. While rubbing his own shoulders, he glanced towards the sleeping tenpat. "Geez!" the pekikin' in heart.

"Not slept?" Arya was shocked because Nur was also staring at her.

Nur shook his head. "I can't sleep anymore, Mom."

"Why?"

"It's okay."

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Aryan fishing line. Despite saying no, Nur's face said he was holding something back.

"Nur Belly."

"Somach? Are we going to the doctor?"

"No. .. no need."

"How painful is it? Let's go to the doctor."

"No, Nur elus-elus .. no longer sick."

"Oh ..."

Arya was confused as to what else to say. Then he arranged the pillows, arranging them to be rather tall. Let Nur be comfortable.

"Try, lay down again."

"No, Mom."

"Come .. Don't make me say it many times."

Finally Nur according, he broke his body again. Rubbing her sick stomach. And Arya kept watching.

"Sleep, let me wipe it." Either the words came out of nowhere, because so it came out and he said it. Arya immediately cursed her own mouth.

As for Nur, his facial expression immediately stiffened. Not out of fear or worry for her husband, Nur instead tried to grab the man's hand. Slowly, he placed Aryan's palm right on his stomach.

Jakun Arya went up and down, her heart was beating faster, the man was tense. His hands began to rub Nur's stomach slowly, of course with a very stiff. Then slowly he stroked gently, as if talking to their son.

When his hands were busy, his eyes did not even turn on Nur's face which continued to look down. Whether possessed by a demon, suddenly, his hand held the chin of Nur Azizah. Seriate.