
Lyra buried her body in a blanket to cover her neck and all that was left was the surface of her face. Sometimes he turned to the right which sounded water stubs.
"He took a long bath, what he was doing" murmured Lyra.
He suddenly remembered what happened 20 minutes ago.
The Flash Back On
"Ah this shoe heels are quite high, my feet are very cramped now," Lyra murmured as she took off her shoes and leaned her body on the side of the sofa.
Reyhan suddenly kissed his lips and it made him very surprised. Reyhan took off his suit and loosened his tie.
"Darling, we just got here. Aren't you tired?" tanya Lyra held Reyhan's attack on her neck.
Reyhan did not answer, he was too hunted for lust. Quickly she managed to get rid of the dress worn by Lyra even she managed to remove the object that covered Lyra's chest, he also showed his mischievous smile when he saw the two mounds belonging to Lyra that are getting bigger and it is the work of Reyhan.
"Honey can wait for me to take a shower" said Lyra with a reddened face looking at Reyhan who was looking seriously at her breasts.
"Darling, did you hear? Let's take a shower first yuk." Gripped Reyhan's back playing on his chest.
"Darling! Ahh ticklish. Hmmm ahh. I'm." Lyra's sighs began to sound clear as soon as Reyhan touched her body gently. The woman let out increasingly obscure words, her grip growing firmer. Lyra wriggled superbly on the long sofa.
"Darling, stop!" lyra shouted very strongly.
Reyhan also stopped his activities, then it was heard that his breath was also decapitated. The naked lyra held the lower part of her stomach and ran straight into the toilet.
A confused Reyhan approached her in front of the toilet. Long enough he waited for his face to start panicking and some questions lodged in his mind.
"Liara! Why so long? You why?" Knock on the toilet door but Lyra never gave an answer.
"Lyra, you're still sober! Please open the door and tell me what happened." Knock on the door tight.
Shortly after Lyra opened the door, her face so shabby, she looked limp.
"You, sick huh? Wait a minute I'll call my mom's personal doctor" Reyhan said.
"No! Not Rey. I'm it's okay. This is common" replied Lyra, who ran over and covered her body with a towel.
"usually happens? What exactly do you mean? I'm really confused." Walking closer to the confused Lyra to explain it.
"That's me.., I came by the moon," Lyra replied blushing in shame.
"Coming moon? But I never felt what it was coming the moon." It was frustrating not to understand what Lyra had just said.
"Of course it's not a pity, you're a man this applies to women only," Lyra replied as she held onto her cramping waist.
"What did that month look like? Why do only women feel it?"
"Oh my goodness, baby. You still don't understand yes. Come the month of menstruation phase where women experience fertile period. Are you really that smart Reyhan?"
"You didn't say you were menstruating. The words coming that month sounded strange to me. When you say it only applies to women I almost feel jealous, after I know the true meaning I am grateful not to feel it. Tell me do you need anything?"
"Yes, I need a pad now."
Reyhan quickly rushed to the nearest store looking for the thing Lyra needed. It did not take long Reyhan found a supermarket located around the apartment area.
As soon as he entered as usual all the eyes of the employees and visitors stared at him. He quickly searched the area where the pads were but once he found them, Reyhan knew what type and size Lyra needed.
Without thinking Reyhan immediately entered the entire brand of pads and rushed to the cashier.
"Hello, handsome guy are we getting acquainted?" ask the cashier.
Reyhan did not bother him he instead took his groceries out of the basket with a fast tempo. The one who saw seemed confused by Reyhan's groceries.
"Oh wow you bought all kinds of pads. Do you need it the most?" ask a grown woman.
"This is for my wife" Reyhan replied briefly.
"You're a really romantic guy huh. Seeing your handsome face like this I became curious about the appearance of your wife," said the woman again.
"In my eyes she is the most beautiful woman. Excuse me first." Rushed away worried for Lyra.
Reyhan came out of the bathroom, Lyra looked increasingly nervous. Reyhan was sitting on the side of the bed right next to Lyra.
"Is it still sick?" reyhan asked as he gently touched Lyra's stomach.
Lyra nodded slowly, her eyes slightly reddened.
"Last time at Mr. Rudolf's party I drank a drink mixed with ice so my stomach was bloated plus the pain came complete months already," replied Lyra memelas.
"Do I need to punish Mr. Rudolf if it wasn't for that drink, you wouldn't be feeling this sick" Reyhan said with a serious face.
"No, I don't mean that, dear. It's my fault for forgetting today's date."
"You can't be blamed. Whatever the reason, Mr. Rudolf is still wrong." Swiping Lyra's hair.
"Darling, sorry that it was so hard for you to buy a sanitary pad," said Lyra with a parched face.
Reyhan lay down and pointed his body towards Lyra. He stared at the face of his wife who was still feeling pain.
"Do you really need to see a doctor?" ask Reyhan.
"Hmmm, it's already light. Tomorrow it will be normal again. Oh yeah, when I bought the pads, did anyone notice you?" ask Lyra.
"Every eye turned towards me. But why are you even asking them? Is that so important?" Screaming confused.
"You are, I just asked, I was jealous. I'm worried you know nothing."
"really? Then I'll tell you what happened inside the store. You want to hear it?"
"Once you meet the store, you immediately enter when all eyes look at you. You don't care about it you just focus on your goal of buying pads. Because it is confused what model pads and what size you buy all the brands listed there. Then push the trolley to the cashier to make payment transactions. The cashier must be teasing you, right? But you didn't care about it and went home soon because you were worried about me. Is my guess right, baby?"
Reyhan glared puzzledly at Lyra who guessed the incident he had experienced a few hours ago.
"Almost all true. However, I had a chat with an adult woman, she commented on all my groceries. Why can you guess almost that much detail, there's no way you're following me, right?" Look in wonder at Lyra.
"Because wherever you are, I'm here." Pointing towards Reyhan's heart.
"With a face like this I'm very sure wherever you are must always be the center of attention. It's just that I thought that if I had a beautiful face like you maybe I would become a playboy. Hahaha.., what kind of wishful thinking is this," continued Lyra while chuckling.
Reyhan grabbed Lyra's face and watched her face.
"You're beautiful but you're loyal. Your words just now weren't true to you." Kiss Lyra's forehead.
"I'm not pretty Rey. It's just that your views on me are different from other men. Physically, we are both not compatible. Therefore, other women will always try to get close to you because they feel I'm not a worthy rival." Facing the view with Reyhan.
Reyhan glared at Lyra, immediately grabbing her lips so gently that Lyra was speechless.
"Do you know, in my eyes you are so beautiful. You have a pair of eyes that others do not have, having lips that others do not have a posture that others do not have. Even names that others don't have. Seeing how Fardan chased you first, just thinking about it was enough to make my blood boil. Lyra, please stop saying we're not a match because I'm chasing you with a fight. Stay close to me until we age, I'm not romantic but I'll try to be a submissive husband to you." Seriously staring.
"A obedient husband? You mean what?" ask Lyra confused.
"Yes if you need to just say it, like doing that I will immediately undress me. That's how I'll always be a submissive husband."
Lyra who had put on a serious face was annoyed by Reyhan, she immediately turned and turned her back to Reyhan.
"Hey, what happened to your expression just now?" ask Reyhan.
"Lyra why are you quiet?"
"Lyra why are you turning your back on me?"
"Lyra get that roll out of your arms!"
The night ended sweetly.
SERIATE....
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