Not the Wrong Love

Misadventures That Bring Luck

Day turns night, Love stands in front of the window of her room looking at the beauty of the night sky decorated with a stretch of twinkling stars and bright moonlight. The sounds of crickets and other night animals sound like a melody that breaks the silence and emptiness of his heart at this time.

Love muttered as she rubbed her stomach that began to bulge. "Father's kangen son? Mother also but, we can not hold out with father. So, you're the same mother." He smiled miris, his mind was laughing at how he would live his life and explained to his son later about his father.

Love breathed a heavy sigh, then glanced at the clock on the nightstand that showed at 10 p.m. Finally, he decided to drink milk before going to bed. After returning from the obstetrician, Diana drove Love to buy milk and special food for pregnant women. Doctors suggest Cinta consume milk and snacks pregnant women because of her weight down. Nausea plus the problem he is facing, making na*fsu eat Love is getting reduced. Doctors blame it because it can affect the health of the baby it contains.

Love walked down the stairs and headed to the kitchen to make milk. Actually it could have been him waking up the waiter but, he was reluctant to do so now. It feels too spoiled if only brewing milk should wake the waiter up first.

After drinking the milk Love intends to return to his room. However, either a bad luck or luck for him because when passing through the living room he passed by Rangga who seemed to have just returned from the office. In a split second they both nodded and looked at each other. They were both shocked by the unexpected encounter.

"Love wait!" sergeant Rangga when Cinta has returned to his consciousness and in a hurry will move from the room.

I don't know what force pushed him up to that second as well Love stopped his steps. It seems that Love's body is betraying from her brain. His brain ruled not to stop but, his body refused.

Love's chest suddenly rumbled, her heart started to beat fast as Rangga's footsteps drew closer to her.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya ketus without looking at Rangga. He squeezed his finger to cover up his nervousness. I don't know why he was so nervous.

"There's nothing, I'm just going to call your name" replied Rangga casually.

Hearing Rangga's words, Cinta suddenly lifted her face, intending to curse the man. Love felt Rangga was playing him. However, as soon as he saw the sneaky smile on the man's lips, Love unbundled his intentions. Suspicion began to eat away at his soul. She memorized the meaning of the smile on her husband's lips.

Love stepped back as Rangga stepped closer towards her while squinting.

God, what's wrong with my heart? Hey, stop! Stop it!

Love curses itself in the heart as Rangga gets closer to making his heart work twice as fast as usual. He bit his lower lip trying to drown out his heartbeat. It would be a shame for him if this man before him knew about it.

Love continued to step back until her body was hit by a wall. His eyes were rounded as there was no way for him to twitch while Rangga still approached towards him with a triumphant smile.

"What do you want?" Love glared towards Rangga. However, instead of deterred Rangga even more smiling widely and getting closer to Love while taking off his suit.

Degh's!

Oh God, please! Once again he smiled like that, then my heart would stop suddenly.

"My wife is getting pretty" murmured Rangga.

"Don't macem-macem or I'll scream to let father and mother wake up" Love threatened that made Rangga chuckle softly.

"Just try, you think dad and mom would do what if you knew you were yelling because I did this to you ...."

Without any cue Rangga immediately grabbed the lips of Love, making the body of Love immediately stiffened because of the sudden attack made by Rangga.

Love gasped so shocked. A masculine fragrance burst into his nasal cavity. The smell was his favorite. The aroma that had been for a few days had not stopped by his nose. Yes, he misses her, misses the scent and also the owner ....

Actually, Rangga had just returned from the office. He was surprised to see the Love that was also in the middle room. The appearance of Love, who only wears a nightgown, successfully prints her curves perfectly, making Rangga instantly warm up.

Rangga is unable to control his body, understand it has been more than a week since their quarrel, Rangga can not channel his desire. He was no longer able to calm his libido.

Feeling no resistance from Love, slowly but surely, Rangga linked their lips. Sipping it in such a gentle and warm manner as usual, drowned Love for quite some time.

His left hand grabbed the nape of Love to be able to deepen his kiss while his right hand began to scoop up one part of the da*da Love.

"Sister," muttered Love, issuing a soft voice that more closely resembled that sigh. Both of his hands were already on Rangga's shoulders and gripped him.

Rangga continued to link their lips, mel*umat and even memb*elitnya perfectly. After feeling Love out of breath, Rangga released his grill. Then, his lips moved to kiss the niche of Love.

While Love takes a voracious breath because she feels out of breath due to the kiss on her husband. He raised his face slightly, freeing the lips of the husband to more freely sweep every corner of his neck.

"I miss you" whispered Rangga on the sidelines of her kiss on the neck of Love. Making Love must again and again pass a foreign voice from her tiny lips. Foreign voices are Rangga's favorite. Rangga increasingly close his body to the body of Love. For what? Rangga felt that he could not take it anymore.

"Do we need to move to a more comfortable place?" asked Rangga who looked at Love with his eyes.

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