My wife Slave of Lust

Mistake Five

With a breath that was still wheezing, my body collapsed beside Vida. While he, again wrapped his arm over my chest that was still wet with sweat due to such a warm struggle. Realizing that, I looked at him, then gave a glimpse of his forehead, as a sign of gratitude for serving me so nicely in a respectable frame.

He then looked up and fused his lips with mine without any confusion. Just a warm kiss, as a sign that he loves me very much with his soul.

How could I know? Yes, because after that he said it straight away. Putting together our fingers and looking at me clingy with teary-eyed beads. "I love you so much, baby. Don't ever leave me again" he said in a sad tone.

I felt guilty for leaving him a few days ago, directly embracing his body from the side. He kept sticking his cheek on my body until I could feel the warm air flowing from his body.

"I'm sorry." That's all I can say, but he seemed to be smiling at those two words that I thought were so ordinary.

What's so precious about the word 'Sorry' that comes out of a pair of lips? So far I have been very rarely even difficult to say, except to be wracked by the urgent conditions that really forced me to speak up.

However, considering from the satisfied expression of my wife's face, it seemed that the word was indeed priceless compared to even the most expensive gift. Even I just realized it myself.

...💔...

Three days later

"You seriously don't want to come with me out of town?" ask her again. I think leaving him alone at home while I worked there would make him feel lonely.

Currently, we are enjoying breakfast along with a menu that is no less special. Because any food made from my wife's hand feels special.

"How about I take you to your mom's house? When I got home from out of town I picked you up there. He nodded in agreement without making any objections at all.

After finishing with the energy replenishment, Vida immediately washed the tableware we were wearing earlier and prepared her clothes to be taken to the house of mama. As for my items, they have all been packed perfectly and have been put in the car since.

"Is he ready?" I asked when he had gone down the stairs with a small suitcase in his hand.

He nodded while smiling in response. We went out and did not forget to lock the door, before finally gasping towards the residence of Vida's parents.

"You're gonna be old, huh?" ask in the middle of the journey. While cremating his fingers, he still continued to bow as if he was saying that he was not ready for this temporary separation. I understood his feelings of not being fully satisfied spending time with me after the misunderstanding tragedy.

"No, no, no later than four days." I answered while looking at him briefly, then refocused my gaze on the streets that were still quite empty. Because it's ahead of the weekend, so not too many vehicles pass there. Because the usual crowded this route is the vehicle of workers and school children who are busy with their routine every day.

"Four days, huh?"

I guess the dialogue was not a word correction, but rather his disapproval of receiving a breakup time that again put distance between me and him.

Patience, Sweetheart. I'll work on it, after I finish the concert I'll come back to see you. My mind without responding to his response.