OJO NGONO MAS

The Love That Replaced Nestapa

morn.

This morning the cold rose due to the drizzle down the earth. Raindrops on the edge of the Condominum roof can be seen from the large glass door of the balcony room divider. Drops weak. Waiting for another drizzle to come storming the roof and fused to form a small circle.

It looks like the atmosphere of the luxury condo is still quiet. Morning hours add to the mood. The lights are not fully on. Only a sleeping lamp will accompany you until the morning. A messy bed with clothes strewn about here and there.

A human child still coiled under a thick blanket. Encourage each other. As if you don't want to be separated by an inch. Spreading warmth in each body of his partner. Provides warmth to ward off the cold that increasingly freezes the skin.

Sri opened her eyes to blink for a moment. Collecting his life which is still scattered in space time elsewhere. Feeling a cold chill run down her naked back. Initiate pulling the blanket over. Crested again, her face on the warm chest right in front of her.

What??!! The chest??!!

Sontak Sri opened her eyes wide. Staring at the chest of the clay-muscled field right in front of his eyes. Spontaneous moves keep his head away from that chest. But his movement stopped instantly. His body hurts. Stiffness in each joint. Sri is confused why his body feels crumpled. Moving more away.

"Aduuuhh.." she groaned slowly.

The core area is sick. It feels painful if moving which produces friction. Sri was frozen. Trying to remember what happened last night. Sri's heart is beating. Remembering what happened last night.

Lucky and himself were like an inquisitive person repeating the hot scene over and over again. Lucky engages in true enjoyment. Not taking it off for a second. That's what makes his body now feel crumbled. Do that as much as they can. Always opiate and feel like always repeating the taste of pleasure.

Sri's face was red. It was hot to his ears. Looking to his left. Looks handsome face plipurna was still asleep tired. He slept very soundly like a newborn.

"Aahh"

Sri cupped her face with both hands. Hiding his red face. Shame to remember what they both did last night. Spend the night with mischievous moans and rants that stir up the sparkle of love.

Lucky is like a sadistic gladiator executing Sri's body with a sweat that floods incessantly. Various styles in lakoni. Until Sri screams for mercy and Lucky gasps in ultimate satisfaction.

Sri opened her hand. Looking at her husband's handsome face. As if he could not believe Lucky had touched him and wrestled with him without the disgust he showed every time.

Brave to touch the peaceful face with that regular breath. Touching his dead lips every inch of his body. Flowers bloomed in his heart. It seems that love has appeared without being prevented. His beating heart produced a beautiful rhythm of friendly pitched.

"eehmmm.. Are you awake?" lucky asked suddenly and opened his eyes slowly.

Sri was shocked when she pulled her hand from Lucky's face. Her merooned face now increasingly felt red smoldering. Shame caught staring lovingly at the handsome face in front of him.

"Hhhhpm" Lucky smiled at Sri's embarrassment and hid his face to her chest.

Gently pecked at Sri's head. Embracing Sri's body with affection. Hugged his wife tighter. This cold morning adds to the romantic atmosphere between the two of them.

Pulling a blanket over Jang's back swallowed his wife. Do not want the cold to peppered the skin of Sri's back. Sri leaned her body closer to Lucky. She could hear her husband's heartbeat with a regular rhythm.

"Sri" called Lucky with a distinctive hoarse voice of waking up.

"Hm?" Sri looked up at Lucky's face above her head.

Their eyes meet. Stare at each other for a moment. Then both smile.

"You were so hot last night" Lucky whispered.

A red tinge filled Sri's cheeks. Bow again and hit Lucky's chest softly. A shy smile that made his heart pound hard.

"Well.."

Lucky laughed happily. He's winning. Having conquered Sri the wayward girl.belief, Sri will not approach the man with her again yesterday. He'll kill her if that happens.

"Sri" call him again.

"Yes mas" Sri looked up again. Staring at Lucky's black netra.

"You again?"

Duars!!!

What kind of question is that? Want again? after what they did last night to make his bones feel lolousy from his body, still asking again?? Crazy what?!

Sri's face was getting red and hot burning. That vulgar question made his heart seem to jump from its place.

"What the hell is mas?" sri said pinched Lucky's clay chest with anxiety.

"Dishish.. Iki Mase.. Maruk"

Sri hit Lucky's chest again with anxiety. Hiding his face there. Lucky laughed softly and grabbed Sri's tiny body tightly. Peeping the top of his wife's head again many times. Gently pressing the bottom. Sri could feel the big baton back hardened. Sontak Sri stared at Lucky.

"Deeyahh.. Mase.iku loh.have already woken up"

"Haha. usually so in the morning. He just wants to say hello to you. He said good morning"

"uh!! perverted eram!"

Sri pampered. Smiling at the sound of Lucky's laughter echoed throughout the room. They embrace again. But all of that has to end with the loud ringing sound of Lucky's phone. At first, Lucky ignored. But because of being disturbed, Lucky clucked his throat and released his embrace to Sri. Rise from his sleep and look for the sound of the phone coming.

Grabbing her trousers strewn across the floor without getting out of bed. Groped his pocket and pulled out his screaming phone for quite a while. As soon as he looked at the phone screen, Lucky's body stiffened motionless.

DARLING!!

That's Amira. Lucky forgot about Amira. Now that girl must have been pissing off. Lucky didn't call her from last night. Though he had promised to follow Amira's room after the girl complied to leave her room.

Lucky glanced at Sri for a moment. The girl just silently watched. Lucky again lies down next to Sri and decides to open the call of Amira.

Sri did not hear what Amira was talking about on the phone.she only heard faintly a shrill voice of anger. Glancing at Lucky's face that was just silently listening with a flat look.

"Hem. okay. Okay"

That's all that came out of Lucky's mouth. Then disconnect the phone call. Put the phone on the nightstand. Sighs his breath in annoyance. Sri did not dare to ask. Fear of Lucky's mood is getting worse.

Lucky turned to look at Sri who was just lying on her back beside him. Feeling her mood go bad this morning after Amira's call.

"Sri" called.

"Hm" Sri looked at him.

"Let's take a shower" Lucky asked.

"Ouch, cold mas. Sri Ndak resistant" Sri refused smooth.

Lucky tightened his jaw. I don't know why I got emotional after Amira called her. Lucky pulled the blanket from his body. No matter the plain condition without a thread. Sri turned her face away not wanting to see Lucky's innocent body.

Lucky went to the bathroom in a bad mood. Amira disturbed the warm atmosphere earlier. His mood suddenly fell. Lucky disappeared in the bathroom.

Sri breathed heavily. Stare up at the ceiling of this luxury condominium room. His heart seemed to be in a hard collision with a big hammer. A loud bell suddenly filled his eardrums. To wake him up from a beautiful dream.

He forget. Forgot if there is still Amira among them. Forgetting the marriage status they had built in the first place. Forget that Lucky belongs to Amira only. Then what did they do last night? Lucky very gently touched him. Feeling jealous to see him with Noah. Repeatedly called her by the word 'honey'. He repeatedly mentions his name when he is released.

Could it be just a momentary lust? Could it be just the expression of lovemaking that Lucky often do when with Amira? Or just want to melt it with a messy way of lovemaking?

Sri's eyes are heating up. His heart screamed bitterly. He was stupid to the point of being lulled by the tenderness Lucky showed when he was brave. She was stupid enough to let that love show up in her heart this morning when she woke up and saw her husband's handsome face.

Sri felt the wrong move. Sri felt helpless. Sri felt stupid. A sense of regret due to carelessness thinking superficial haunts him now.

Lucky came out of the bathroom. Quickly Sri wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes moving sideways to Lucky's back. Didn't want Lucky to see his mood suddenly fall from its originally beautiful height this morning.

Lucky walked into the closet. Dress and comb her hair. Wearing perfume and then approaching Sri in bed.

"Sri" the baritone's voice called out to him firmly.

"Hm?" Sri said Tampa looked at Lucky.

the man was silent for a moment. Sighs and then continues his words again.

"I'm going out. The waiter will drop you breakfast. I'll know that you don't eat breakfast" he said flatly.

There was a needle piercing Sri's heart hearing the flat intonation of Lucky's voice. Then Sri heard the sound of steps away and the door opened and closed again.

Tears that were once held, now shed in the end. Sri's heart seemed to be in strong squeeze. After the beautiful taste that Lucky created last night, now changed the sense of humiliation in the measles just like that.

But that love has grown. Sri can't remove it easily. Just now that beautiful taste is growing. But now that love changed the nestapa who beat him mercilessly.