My Only One's

Go home

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"Why did he come back here?" Amara stared at the area of the apartment building they entered.

After negotiating with the hospital and consulting with doctors, Amara was finally allowed to go home as well. Although there are several conditions that must be approved to maintain health and post-operative recovery on his face, both can breathe a sigh of relief because they can get out of the hospital. Especially Amara.

"Where should it be?" The road continued until the car he was driving entered the basement.

"Not going home?"

"Whose house?"

"Papa?"

The man laughed.

"You want to go home to Papa?"

Amara nodded her head.

"Later."

"When?"

"Yes, after you've healed."

"Cure him there."

"Certainly what is the use of the facilities obtained if after marriage we remain in the parents' house?" He stopped the car at a normal place.

"Again, my mother said that if we are married we should live separately with parents. If you can do it?" he continued, releasing the seat belt that wrapped around Amara's body.

"What if you live with parents?"

"No why-why. Did you see Papa and Mommy staying at Mr Satria's house after they got married?"

"No. I have an apartment in Jakarta. Yeah, we live in Papa's apartment."

"That means that." Turn down and walk around to the back of the car. 

He lowered his wheelchair and turned to the passenger seat where Amara was and opened the door.

"So you can't go to papa's house anymore?"

"May, but occasionally."

"If nginep?"

"May, but not for long."

"Why?"

"If you're married, you can't stay at your parents' house often."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?"

"Later at home itself is not at home. After all, married times often to the parents' house?"

Amara fell silent.

"Come?" galang said as he scooped up the woman's body to help her get down and put her in a wheelchair.

He restyled his clothes, used head and face coverings to hide bandages and avoided strange gazes just in case of meeting other people.

The two soon enter a nearby elevator which immediately takes them to the 6th floor where the unit that Galang lives in is located.

"Welcome home?" He immediately brought her in.

The room is quite large with a classic interior in the dominance of black and brown typical of men.

A large sofa with a flat-screen television in front of it became a sight that Amara instantly discovered once Galang actually brought her in.

"There's the kitchen and the dining room, there's my work space, and." He pointed to some rooms.

"This is your first time here, right?" The man pushed her towards the sofa.

"Do you want to come here first or go straight to the room?" bargaining, while crouching in front of Amara.

"It's still noon, brother, time to go to the room?" The woman chuckled.

Galang.

"Joking" said Amara, who patted her husband's shoulder.

"I mean let you rest? Not the others."

"Well, do I mean that too, brother? What's mom?"

"Umm .. that …."

"His head is guarded, let's not scoop up Brother."

"My brain was clean at first, but since you've been so upset, especially after we've been married." Error answering.

Amara laughs.

"Laughter don't be hard Neng, you'll end the operation yesterday the day after tomorrow?"

"Forgot." The woman held her laugh.

Even the rise.

"You want to move to a chair?" bargain later.

"Yes." Yeah." Amara nodded her head.

The man again helped her to get up and moved her to a long sofa nearby.

"When do my feet heal? Doesn't feel good like this?" Amara complained about her condition.

"It will also heal. Is this recovery?" Arang sat beside him.

"But long."

"This is a body, not a cassava tree that once planted directly so. It takes a long process so that you heal and can move freely as before. And it's not easy."

"Only cassava trees once tancap directly so?"

"The average of a week has sprouted buds. After it becomes a leaf, the same branch of the twig continues to grow in height. But it took me a year to harvest the cassava."

"The old one."

"Eat him."

"Well, have you ever eaten cassava? How do you know what cassava growing process?"

"First dad often planted in front of the house before there was a garage. Anyway, we can read on the internet about it."

"Yes too."

"Eat him, don't be pessimistic. Healing is there, it's just that you have to be patient and especially stay up." Struggling with his consolation.

"Because I'm so wise, am I ashamed?" Amara leaned her head against the man's chest, then her hands slipped on his waist.

"Keep me what? Follow that pessimist? In this case I am more mature and it seems like my part should be? My wife's time is sick like this I even follow desperate?" He rubbed Amara's back.

"It's a pity that I'm out of surgery, otherwise I would have kissed Brother by now." The woman buried her head in her husband's chest.

A second later his lips kissed Amara's lips which were slightly blocked by the bandage that covered her face. But in the next second he dyed it repeatedly, then picked it gently for a while.

"Hhhh …." Galang.

"It looks like my defense has to be stronger here" he said as he pulled away.

"Why?"

"There's no reason for anyone to bother." One corner of his lips was interested.

"Brother's time? I'm still sick?" Amara looked at her husband's face. 

"The problem is not me or not, but can you stop being adorable or not?" Galang.

"Nga! After all Brother does not ilfeel what, look at me like a gini? My face is still on the bandage."

"What's the problem? All I remember is the face behind this bandage."

Amara shut her mouth tightly. He was sure now his face was flushed if not wrapped in bandages. Because the man's speech clearly made him feel that his face was heating up.

"So weird, brother." Amara mutters.

"I'm not doing a fight, am I just answering what you're saying?"

"But the answer is like a race again."

"It's okay, I'm just like my own wife." The man again kissed Amara's lips, and this time longer.

His heartbeat had of course increased twice as fast at this moment.

Time has to happen when it's like this? He's ingrained.

Ah, why is it? 

Then Galang's kiss came down to Amara's neck and traced the upper part of his chest that was slightly open because of his actions. He pushed her so much that she leaned slightly on the handle of the sofa.

"Umm ... Brother?" Amara slightly pushed her shoulder.

"Ck! In the hospital, you can't stay here?" The man pulled out his hand and then crept his fingers carefully.

"But it …." Galang has unbuttoned his pajamas one by one.

"Seriously?"

The man just smiled.

"She said the defense must be strong, but not five minutes Brother already want to be with me?" Amara reminded her words just now, and it made Galang stunned.

"In fact, I'm not strong." Then he laughed.

Galang came closer and kissed Amara's lips. Both hands touched the woman's stomach and crept up until she found two beautiful shots that were still blocked.

"Mm.m …."

Galang stared at Amara's two glittering eyeballs behind the bandages, and he never got tired of it. Although his face could not be seen clearly, but the shadow inside his head was still that face that he remembered.

The man raised the bra that covered Amara's chest upwards so that it was clearly visible. The peak that had been sticking out looked so adorable and he could not bear to let it go.

Galang immediately devoured it in turn. Toying with him like he had done and scattering him feelingly.

Amara's body felt convulsed under her power . His left hand even hugged him so tightly as if it did not want them to be let off.

The barrier continued to stretch so that the distance between them completely disappeared. His two hands continued to creep touching Amara's entire body which was now completely open.

He didn't stop the fondling. But it just increases it to be even crazier. Now even his lips are in Amara's stomach and he is trying to remove the cloth that covers the lower part of his body. Just like he did to himself.

The woman's body squirmed and groaned. He crept the hair on Galang's head hard to channel the desire that is growing as the intensity of his touch continues to increase.

And Galang had just loaded his gun on Amara when his stooped phone in the corner of the sofa rang aloud.

"Ughhh!" Amara held her stomach as the man began to move as the ringing on the phone did not stop even though they tried to ignore her.

"Stop Brother!" said Amara who felt a little pain in the center of his body.

"I'll slow down." Galang whispered and moved back while fixing their position. He held Amara's right leg slightly hanging.

"Stop first! That's the hape of the sound?" Amara stopped him again.

"Most Clarra or Mr. Dimitri." But the man kept on yanking.

"Mmm .. but it's noisy!"

Galang did not respond.

"Sister!" Amara whines and it finally makes her husband stop.

His breathing roared with desire that had to be paused. But he also grabbed the phone.

Galang rolled his eyeballs when he saw the contact name listed. And she felt anxious because her in-laws contacted her at a really inopportune moment.

"Hello?" He was forced to answer it, without letting go of the connection of their bodies.

"You brought Ara home?" Arfan's voice sounded jarring.

"Eee .. Yes Sir." Error answering.

"Why?"

"The spirit wants to go home. From last night he forced."

"Why not tell me?" Arfan asked.

"Eee .. about that .. I forgot."

"Forgot what you said?"

"Sir Ara's home yet?" There was another voice from across there.

"We're going to NMC today, but once inside you're gone?"

"What?"

"Where are you now?" ask Arfan then.

"In ... My apartment sir." And Galang answered.

"Okay, now we're there. Her younger siblings Ara wanted to meet." said the man who ended the call.

"What?" Arrange the screen of his phone for a while.

"Who?"

"Your father."

"Hum?"

"They want to see you."

They looked at each other, then Galang immediately withdrew so that the connection of their bodies was released. He immediately got dressed and that was what he did to Amara.

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