My love is blocked by your throne

62. A Gift From Heaven.

"Young master didn't come home with Mas Kai?"

Dirga asked in surprise, because only Kaivan he saw coming down from the car alone. Dirga who was always very enthusiastic about the arrival of his young master immediately stood up welcome at the door as soon as the car entered the yard, but he became surprised because only Kaivan alone came.

They have arrived in Jakarta

Return after traveling for one hour and thirty minutes from Igusti Ngurah Ray Bali Airport.

The distance between Bali-Jakarta which is normally about one hour and forty-five minutes can be reached a little shorter because they use a private jet.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon the car driven by Kaivan left Soeta airport to the residence of Damaresh, and the iron horse landed perfectly in the courtyard of the mansion after an hour and a half later.

"Go home, sir, but still inside" said Kaivan and immediately stepped into the house past Dirga who was still standing to welcome the arrival of his young master.

"No need to wait sir, Damaresh is still looking after his sleeping wife" said Kaivan who saw Dirga had not switched from his original position.

Hearing Kaivan's words, Dirga led her gaze towards the man with a look of wonder accompanied by a frown on the forehead.

"Wife? You mean Mas Kai, young master is married?"

"Yes," said Kai and continued to pass, one of the goals now is to take a drink in the refrigerator because his throat is dry because the tub is in the middle of an arid field.

It turns out that Dirga followed after that had been hesitant, between waiting for Damaresh who did not give any signs of getting out of the car or chasing Kaivan and questioning the truth of his words.

" When did the young master get married, Mas Kai? And who did she marry?"

dirga asked Kaivan who was drinking his drink.

"People of Dirga don't know?" Kaivan asked Dirga in surprise after he placed the drink in his glass.

Dirga shook his head, his eyes full of curiosity. Kaivan clucked bitterly.

"What the hell did those two people do during their stay at home? Until Mr. Dirga just don't know, what their status is,"

kaivan grumbled to himself and threw his body on the sofa.

"Do I want to prepare Mas Kai's food?" Dirga offered and momentarily forgot his question which Kaivan did not answer.

"I've been a jockey since the airport."

Kaivan did feel quite hungry stomach, because Damaresh who refused to stop to just eat at the restaurant, the man wanted to get home immediately because he saw Aura who had been holding back sleepiness.

In fact, Aura fell asleep resting her head on Damaresh's shoulder, half the way from the airport to the house.

(Aura it's true Yeni Eka tea word yes, ****nya. Molor's seal)

Agura blinked his eyes

because of the blinding white light

he first saw it when he opened his eyes. The woman straightened her body after leaning comfortably on the shoulders of Damaresh whose fingers were agilely dancing on the tabbed screen.

"Cock stop? Where have we got?"

"At home."

"really?" Aura circulated a right-left glance,

then he looked at the man beside him.

"I wasn't woken up?"

"That's it, you've woken up yourself" Damaresh then stopped her activities on the 9-inch screen and looked at Aura. "Let's get off! we've been here for almost half an hour" he told Aura.

"What?"

Ignoring Aura who was still gawking, Damaresh grabbed the woman's hand and clasped her fingers leading her down from the car and continued to swing her steps into the house.

Dirga who was putting food on the table helped Kaivan look carefully at the two passing people, especially at the hands of the two who hold each other tightly.

"Obviously sir, people are out on their honeymoon" chirped Kai who looked at Dirga's gaze.

"So I mean Mas Kai, the young master married Mbak Aura?"

"Indeed Mr Dirga didn't know that?" Kaivan even behind a question that Dirga understood enough that it was also the answer.

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Kaivan said goodbye about an hour later,

surely after the two had finished some important talks, Damaresh stepped into Aura's room, and his head shook little to see his wife asleep on her tongue without removing her face. Surely Aura fell asleep after praying Isya'.

"Fra!" Damaresh patted gently on that smooth cheek.

"Take this off first!" Damaresh pointed to Aura's face as soon as the girl was seen opening her eyes.

The aura inched lazily and opened its face with the help of Damaresh as well.

"You look very tired," Aresh looked at Aura concernedly.

"I often feel dizzy when I get on a plane, maybe because I'm not used to it,"

"Why didn't you say that?"

"If I told you, would you choose to go home by land?"

"Not really, because I need to hurry, only I can anticipate beforehand so you don't get too dizzy." Damaresh guided Aura's hand to rise towards the bed.

"Don't sleep here, Arra!"

"Where should I sleep?"

"In my room, with me."

"I'm a cradle, will you?"

Aura smiled gently agreeing to the exquisite offer.

"If your waist feels sore, I'm incandescent, yes,"

said Aura after Damaresh laid her down on top

that super-smooth contest.

"Not once, but many times, maybe I need therapy" Damaresh replied, and she laid her body beside Aura.

"Sleep! I'll keep you company until you're sound,"

her hands gently rubbed Aura's hair.

"You're not going to sleep?"

"There's still something I have to do."

"Aresh, you must be tired, right, why not just rest, why do you like to work so much?" Aura raised her protest a little.

The man did not immediately reply, he flashed his gaze for a moment on the beautiful face in front of him.

"I have to do this, Arra, to protect our relationship going forward" he said slowly, then.

"meaning?" Aura stared inexplicably.

Damaresh immediately kissed the marble's smooth forehead, and said "Sleep! maybe there will be an angel who will explain to you later, in the dream."

Aura sighed in disappointment while putting on a sullen face. Damaresh looked at him with a faint smile. "Your very pretty face in combination is so frowny, so unsuitable, Arra."

The man then carried Aura's body in a trap

his warmth and beautiful face Aura showered him with a soft kiss, until it ended with a shady look.

"I want you, Arra," he said without letting go. Aura seemed to swallow her salivary, susana like this really cradled her soul and was swept away in an inevitable romantic atmosphere.

"But I know you're tired, you feel dizzy, so I'll wait until you're okay" Damaresh later broke up.

That was the fact, Aura's eyes could not hide the tiredness of her body, the effects of motion sickness, fortunately Damaresh was very understanding, although Aura would not refuse if her husband's desire was already in the level of "Can't not not".

So it should be, worship husband and wife is something that goes on togetherness, togetherness,

equally happy, equally satisfied, not just fun and satisfying for one of the parties.

"Thank you, Aresh, you're very understanding" Aura praised her husband with sparkling eyes.

And just as he had said, Damaresh came out of the room, having led Aura to a deep sleep. Here he is now, in front of a pile of files and a laptop that is lit, no matter how long he has pursued his work when Dirga came to the room, after first knocking on the door.

"It's too late young master," said Dirga reminded.

"Yes in a minute."

"If there's anything I can do, just say young master!" Dirga sat not far in front of him looking at the handsome face of his young master carefully.

"How's your investigation into the family of Saraswati's late mother, Dirga?"

"Live a little more, young master.once complete I will report it,"

"Well, remember not to let anyone know about this, Dirga!"

"I am also very secretive, young master."

Damaresh got up and patted Dirga on the shoulder.

"Thank you, then I'll rest."

Damaresh rolled his heels out of the room.

But Dirga held back with her call.

"Young master!"

"Yes?"

"When did the young master marry Mbak Aura?"

"Before he lived in this house!"

"So you were married before you lived together?"

Dirga muttered as if in disbelief.

"If it wasn't for that bond, Arra wouldn't want me to stay with him, he's a man who keeps himself out of touch with the ones-what's the term?"

"Not the muhrim, young master," continued Dirga.

"Yes right."

"I'm so happy, with your marriage, too,

mbak Aura was very polite and religious, the young master could marry her as if

a gift from heaven,"

revealed Dirga about her assessment of Aura.

"Gift from heaven"

Damaresh repeated the sentence, as if it were too much, but he agreed that Aura was indeed very special, everything she had was so beautiful and extraordinary. Aura is like a gift from heaven to him.

Aresh finally agreed with the phrase.