NEW TWILIGHT FOR SYANIA

Episode 121

Story of Aisakha (2)

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Hearing Nia's question, Aisakha suddenly stopped her fingers from stroking Nia's hair, an activity that Aisakha did not realize began in her fondness and stopped.

　

Nia looked fixedly at the face of the handsome man who had now become her lover, looking doubtful strokes in Aisakha's blue eyes. Is that woman so amazing? Why do you seem hesitant to tell?

　

Aisakha closed her eyes, took a deep breath once, exhaled it and then repeated another deep breath a second time. Until he breathed it again. "What do you want to know?" Aisakha asked without looking at Nia.

　

Wh-why don't you see me? Did I ask wrongly? Or maybe.....?

　

"Who is he and what is he like?" Nia was still staring at the face of an honest man, deeply loved by her.

　

"Are you sure you want to hear my story?" It was obvious that there were doubts about Aisakha.

　

Ah, why doubt? Does that woman still have a special room in your heart? Nia's feelings started to err.

　

"If you mind, I don't matter". Nia stopped looking at Aisakha, her hands started touching her left chest. Why does it hurt.

　

"Of course I want, whatever you want to know about me, you're free to ask". Aisakha again stroked Nia's hair, gently combing Nia's long hair.

　

Nia was just silent, the pain was still lingering in her heart.

　

"A long before our meeting three years ago, I was once close to a woman". Aisakha stared at Nia, there was sadness on her face.

　

"Darling", Aisakha forced Nia to look at him. "Niaaaa". Nia was just silent still with her right hand holding her chest.

　

"Nia, look at me!" Aisakha looks a little riled up. "Heyyy, what's wrong?"

　

"Why do you look so heavy telling me about that woman? What, does she still fill one of the special spaces in your heart?" The cloud grew black in Nia's eyes. Somehow he could feel very sick just by imagining that his lover still had special memories with the woman from his past.

　

Spontaneous Aisakha laughed, a loose laugh that filled the room leaving her body shaken. Nia looked astonished at Aisakha, she was really astonished to see the man laughing happily. After a while, his astonishment turned to annoyance. "What's so funny". Suddenly Nia lifted her head from Aisakha's lap, alternately sitting by leaning against the wall.

　

"You, hahaha". There was still some laughter heard. You are jealous, baby.

　

"I? Whatchu mean?" Nia started to cheat. When you are serious, you laugh at me. "So right, you still have a special room in your heart for him?" Nia was very upset, to the point that she had to throw her face the other way.

　

"Darling". Aisakha tried to touch Nia's hand. But quickly Nia brushed it off.

　

"Niaaaa". Call me gentle Aisakha. Well, it's hard to be persuaded if you're jealous. But if you're snacking anyway, may I enjoy the lips that scatter it. How it feels so tempting.

　

"What?" Nia's tone of voice turned hoarse. Honestly, he was not very accepting, his heart was not willing if the lover he loved was still holding special memories with other women. Although it was only the past, Nia could never accept it, now Aisakha was hers. He certainly does not want to share his lover with other women, what else is that woman is just a form of the past. Why should I be angry? I'm why, huh?

　

"Nia". Quickly Aisakha stood before Nia, Nia's hoarse voice greatly shocked her. "Loved look at me!" Aisakha held onto Nia's chin and forced Nia to stare at her collar. Nia's brown eyes looked glazed over, there was a black cloud cloud covering the beautiful sparkle of those eyes.

　

"Listen, I've never had a special room in this heart for that woman". Aisakha raised Nia's hand and placed it on her chest. "Not yet now. Not that woman or any woman, believe me ! I admit, long before our meeting three years ago, I had a taste for someone. But if you ask, is it love? I don't know, really. And if at this time you ask me if I used to love him, then honestly my answer is no. After knowing and craving you, always every breath of mine for years. I just got it, I never loved her". Aisakha still forced Nia to look into his eyes.

　

　

"You jealous?" Instead of answering Nia's question, Aisakha asked back.

　

Of jealousy? Did ya?

"Me, me.....?" Nia could not give a definite answer to Aisakha. What is the meaning of this pain in my heart because I am jealous?

　

"My answer, are you jealous?"

　

"Me, i.emmmm". Nia stopped talking. He was trying to find an understanding of the word jealousy and match it with the sense that is currently afflicting him.

　

"I don't know, obviously I feel pain here". Show Nia on her left chest. "When I look, you hesitate to tell a story. So I think you still keep him in your heart. You still have a special place for him. And I don't like it, it hurts to imagine that it's all true".

　

"really guessed. You're jealous of Nia". Aisakha gnawed on Nia's head. "The pain in your chest is because you're jealous". Aisakha smiled happily.

　

"really?" Nia still can't take it. "If that means jealousy, why do you look happy?" Nia was even more doubtful.

　

"Niaaaaa.which lover is not happy to know his partner is jealous of him. What else is envied is an insignificant figure of the past. Of course I'm happy, that means you really love me. That's why you're jealous. You don't want another woman to have my heart. Aye?" Aisakha held Nia's face with both hands.

　

I'm jealous of the insignificant female figure from her past, I really love her, I'm afraid of losing her, I don't want any other woman to fill her shoulder niche. Nia was repeating all of Aisakha's words to her.

　

Seeing that Nia was only busy with her own thoughts, Aisakha started bringing Nia's face closer to hers. Slowly, it got closer, but Nia remained silent. Then Aisakha came back again, slowly bringing Nia's face closer to her face, until only a few cents adrift, very close. So close, the warm breath of Aisakha can enter Nia's skin, making Nia realize that the distance of their lips will soon disappear.

　

Nia looked at Aisakha's firm lips, as she remembered her delusion earlier. God, since why are those lips in front of my lips?

　

"So, are you jealous?" With lips barely touching, Aisakha again asked Nia a question.

　

"Y-yes, I'm jealous. I can never accept that there is another woman in your heart, even if it's just a small space, I don't accept". Nia looks starting to blush. So great is the power of love, so dare to make Nia who even though she looks embarrassed, but with all her soul now she honestly expressed her heart.

　

"Why, why should you be jealous?" Aisakha looked into Nia's eyes.

　

"Because you're mine, you're my heart's lover. Because an Aisakha is the man of Syria". Nia loudly uttered all her feelings.

　

"Smart girl. In the future remember that yes, I am only yours, I am the man created for you. So don't ever think there's gonna be another woman who can have me, what else fills my heart but you". Aisakha ended her sentence on Nia's lips. Nia was seen watching her eyes, she was absorbing the taste of lips that seemed to pull very well on her thin lips.

　

Long Aisakha persisted in her kiss, for some reason she began to feel opium with the pleasure that was served by her pink lips. At first, Aisakha only wanted to tell Nia that he was the full owner of an Aisakha. But, who would have thought. Aisakha started to have more desires, she did not want to just tell Nia, she wanted Nia to retaliate. Aisakha wanted Nia to also repay him as much as her heart wished. And finally, Aisakha became bolder, she started asking for more. She asked Nia to return her lips that looked very longing.

　

Nia hesitated, this was the second time she felt her lover's lips. And this is the second experience of her being immersed with a lip kissing scene with the same man. Of course he's not a great kisser, he really doesn't know what to do. He had no knowledge of what else the experience could be his current recommendation.

　

"Reply to me, dear!" Aisakha took off her lips from Nia's.

　

Nia could only be speechless, really she did not understand what to reply. He was really stupid for the affairs of a pair of lips. Just this morning she felt what her lips meant in a man's kiss and now the same man's second time repeating the same thing, even demanding that he reply. He began to feel stupid, not knowing what to give the best response.