Not the Hope Husband

Crushed

Fatir was silent staring intensely at Viona's face and he thought Viona woke up, but it turned out that only ngigau only visible from his eyes that did not open in the slightest.

Fatir lips smile funny. Then moved his eyes on the blanket and pulled it over the body of the woman who had been no greeting for how many days.

Fatir's fingers removed the haircut that blocked Viona's forehead and gently kissed her warm.

A second later he walked out of the room towards the kitchen towards the dining table. As usual at the table there is Viona cuisine that is now accustomed to her tongue, it is true that there are dishes available for her.

Fatir directly devoured the existing dish until the ludes. Finish eating, then prepare for sleep.

He lay down beside Viona who looked so sound. The night is getting late and the atmosphere is getting colder sneaking into the skin. Penetrate into the bone.

Viona's body docked to Fatir's back. Feeling the movement of Viona's body finally Fatir changed position and faced Viona who was so close to him.

Netra eyes stared at the face that looked beautiful even without any polish at all. Bruk! viona's hands hugged Fatir's waist facing him.

Fatir's lips extended a smile and closed his eyes again. Around 03:00 Fatir woke up and rushed to the bathroom to clean up.

Viona deliberately set an alarm for him to wake up, when Fatir was awake and before going back. Viona rubbed her eyes and turned towards the bathroom where the sound of tap water flowing, she was sure that Fatir was bathing there. He squirms favors.

10 Minutes later Fatir came out using a towel wrapped around his waist. As the two pairs of eyes met, Fatir immediately turned his eyes and walked towards the closet to pick up his clothes.

"Why is it always so late at night? is that your job so that every day we don't meet." Viona looked towards Fatir who was turning her back.

"Yes, busy." Answer Fatir Briefly.

"Is that busy? why don't you take me to the office!" keep Viona back.

"Can go alone .. Besides if I continue to be afraid of disturbing, maybe you want to meet who that is. So let it be, you go alone." Fatir replied while wearing his shirt.

"Whatchu mean? you suspect me! every morning I wait for you to come home, even to just take me to work," said Viona.

"I once came to the office to pick you up, but Alisa said you were out and said she was having business with someone."

"When, can you call?" viona's voice was soft.

"Either day I forget,"

"Oh .. I've resigned from my workplace that, now I focus more on the headquarters. So it's not there anymore." Viona.

"Oh I don't know, anyways you never tell me," Fatir said as he picked up a shirt from the closet.

Viona got out of bed and walked over to Fatir who was standing buttoning his shirt. "Are you still angry with me?" ask Viona.

"Anger! no, what's the matter?" Fatir looked down and looked away from Fiona's gaze.

"But you don't want to look at me. That means you're still mad at me!" Viona looked at her heartily and her hands helped button the collar of Fathir's shirt.

Then Fatir returned Viona's sad gaze, with a fixed gaze and stored a sense that he could not express with words. The two sat face to face, speaking wordlessly expressing the taste through the eyes, then Fatir's hand stroked the delicate cheek of Viona.

Fatir's gaze continued to point at Viona's lips which were always teasing her, which made her difficult to hold back. He lifted and pressed his index finger gently stroking the lips, Viona just stared and felt nervous when the pointer hand touched the lips.

Fiona became misbehaved, but her two hands instead embraced Fatir's neck and her body drew closer, both hands of lightning moved cupping Viona's cheeks and moved gently stroking. It was clear from the look in both eyes that there was a surge that wanted something, the blood was rushing and rustling warmly. The two looked softly and began to fog.

Fatir seemed to be unable to hold back anymore, seeing Fiona's lips that natural red look ranum and waved for him to approach and he was greedy, both of Viona's eyes closed as if waiting and resigned. Fatir's face was getting closer and no doubt the lips of the two were fused.

Viona closed her eyes even more strongly enjoying the warm touch that the patron gave her, s***** soft* that washed over and made the hearts of both drift away. Making both of them drift away in a cold atmosphere and warmth from their respective lips.

Fathir's right hand pulled Viona's nape to deepen her kiss. While the right hand hugged Viona's back so that the two bodies were so tight, that there was not the slightest gap for just the wind to pass.

For a moment Fatir let go of his kiss. So that the two can breathe the wasted oxygen just like that and a while later he came back to Viona's face and put his lips together again with Viona's lips that were getting wet teasing.

This time the touch is getting heated up so that Fathir can not control himself anymore, without being told. Fatir's hand greeted one of the beautiful hills, which Viona had.

Viona did not dare to open her eyes and she was busy with her thumping heart even as if she was about to jump from her place.

His chest went up and down and his breathing became more irregular. Now Viona resigned if she had to give up her chastity at this time as well.

Fatir drags his steps automatically Viona's body was dragged into the bed and slowly Fatir pushes Viona's body lying in a strapping body. Viona's hand slowly unbuttoned the recently paired Fatir shirt.

The time had shown almost 4 am, then Fatir realized that he actually had to go to the market, immediately jumped up and tidied up his clothes. As soon as both of Viona's eyes opened and woke up, she thought the continuation would happen something that would be heartbreaking, it turned out that far from her expectations Fatir waltzed away without saying anything.

Viona was astonished as she called. "Where are you going? don't go first can't it go later?" those words escaped out of Viona's lips involuntarily.

The fatir who had almost crossed the door turned his body. "No way, I've been bad luck. Sorry, I'm going to go first." That was all Fatir said while closing the door.

Viona stared disappointedly at Fatir's missing back behind the door. His clenched hand hit the mattress and bit his lips in annoyance. He dropped his body hugging the bolster, his eyes glazed over and dripped warmly into the bolster.

He cried sobbing there was a sense of arrogance and tormenting the heart. Wanting to scream put a tightness on his chest.

While Fatir who rushed to walk towards the motor parked on the spot. Fatir's feelings raged indeterminate. An overabundance of encouragement must be withheld again and again. For a moment he stood neutralizing his current feelings.

Then Fatir rode his motorcycle. After wearing the helmet Fatir drove his motorcycle with very high speed.

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The days of Soraya confining herself in her room without eating or drinking, her work wept and wept lamenting the fate that her beloved had betrayed her. For years he was in a relationship with her but in fact he married another woman.

How broken, his heart was wounded. Disappointed, a feeling cannot be expressed in words. The deep love for Fatir, a man who had been his lover for many years, now left him alone and happy with another woman. It may be natural that he feels down, so broken and as if unable to face life without his lover.

His parents were so sad to see Soraya like that. Difficult to persuade to eat, difficult to be persuaded to get out of his room. His job was to lock himself in his room. They tried to entertain but all in vain he remained steadfast and insistent, if he only wanted to marry Fatir someone very much loved.

His parents tried to explain, that maybe this is destiny and they are not a match. But the words of his parents did not go into the head of Soraya, he was a midwife whose strength was needed by the community. In how many days can not be disturbed and needed energy, let alone take care of others or mothers who give birth to take care of themselves are no longer taken care of.

Making his parents confused must be how to persuade the only girl, even Soraya often chirped like a singing bird. If he will try to kill himself for free life also without Fatir a man who became his lover for so long.

Both parents can only stroke the chest and continue to try to convince that someday Soraya will be found with a man who is better than Fathir.

Ms. Siti sat on the edge of the bed looking at her daughter who was sitting hugging her knees with a blank look forward and eyes kept glazed over. "Raya .. maybe you are not a match with Fatir and you must be sure, if someday there will be a figure of a man who loves you more. Just a better man than Fatir-"

"I don't want Mom. All I want is a Fatir." Timpal Soraya without looking at the mother.

"But he's married to another woman. You don't keep going like this, son .. It's not good you have to live life." Timpal Bu Siti stared sadly.

"But Fatir loves me so much, Mom, I'm sure he married the woman he was forced to! it's not love and I'm sure it's just me she loves, Mom." Soraya stared intently at her mother.

"Darling ... Soraya's Mother's daughter. If she was forced to why did she choose her bag? surely Fatir will choose you, Nduk. While he continued to choose the woman proof in how many days Fatir never came to see you Nduk, rest assured he was happy with his wife. So you don't have to think about what else torturing yourself like this." Lirih Bu Siti while rubbing Soraya's back.

"Here you are, ma'am, don't tell me I want to be alone. You just go out and let me be here, crying until Fatir comes for me, Mom," Soraya kicked her out. With eyes staring hard ....

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