OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

SLEEPING WITH DEMIAN

The atmosphere of this room suddenly turned cold and gripping. I lowered my face while twisting the edge of my shirt, groggy.

“You want to swallow me round and round huh?” shortly thereafter Demian's voice began to sound in my ear. He closed the toilet door after coming out of the place where the water was.

Slowly I raised my head, and do not forget my two loyal hands covering the face area. As soon as I confirmed that Demian was no longer in a plain state through the cracks of the fingers, my breathing was spontaneously wasted. A sense of relief started to creep up on my chest.

“Ma-I'm sorry. I even forgot that I gave you the keys to the house, I thought there was a thief here,” I said honestly, I hope Demian doesn't think that strange. Especially to the point of thinking that I would execute him in the bathroom.

Fortunately the man had worn his full t-shirt and his butts. Making a rumble in my chest wear off. Even though I used to see scenes like this with Hero back then, but what I met this time was someone else. Between Demian and Hero is very different, although somehow the more I come here the more I feel a lot of the same between the two.

“If I need, I ride again yes,” said Demian then passed away with a towel that was still writhing around his neck.

I'm clumsy. How could it be that after the tense incident Demian was acting so ordinary? As if showing the parts in it has become a common thing that is not worth worrying about. I muttered to myself, then handed Pricilia to the bed ready to take her to dreamland.

Later that night, I saw Ms. Itah, her husband and Demian talking in the courtyard outside. There were two suitcases and a big box there, it seems that the half-century-old couple will leave this tucked-away house.

“Where are you and dad going?” the man I didn't even know his name was looking. Now my position has moved in front of them.

“You look at children in Surabaya,” he replied with a thin smile.

I scanned their faces one by one, looking like Bu Itah messem-mesem himself somehow.

“If you look around, between you and Demian there is a match,” The woman with the shoulder speaks so as to make netraku spontaneous buyak. He also alternately looked at me and then continued on to Demian.

“Iya, do’ just so we get married soon ma'am,” A sentence that makes my breath suddenly big.

Married said? His mouth was talking. Does he not think of his wife who is out there? You crocodile!

Ms. Itah and her husband were enthusiastic. Having a friendly neighbor like them is a fortune for a woman who during her life was filled with strange people like myself. But for once, I was a bit offended. How not? Demian is a guy who can make me comfortable after Hero, but it's impossible to have.

“That's the taxi,” The voice of the thick-moustached man made our heads equally turn towards the right. Shortly after, Demian immediately took over the suitcase and dus and immediately put it in a four-wheeled vehicle that had just landed in this place. His hands were filled with blue veins, waving towards the couple who were already in the car. For whatever reason, his smile paralyzed my heart.

“Where is Pricilia?” Ask after this location only leaves us both.

“Sleep in the room,”

“Can I see it?”

“Hm!”

I looked at Demian's back while tailing behind. His hand that grabbed my bedroom door knock, made a noise of its own in mind. Yes, like a year ago, I still remember when the Hero the hero who often carried me and pushed the door of the room with his own fingertips. The man who has known me since the gray white period was always troubled when his beloved wife fell asleep in front of the television.

“Pricilia is very sweet, just like you,” men with a level posture look put on a cool face. Her palm, which was attached to my daughter's head, made the impression that I had a husband.

Demian's eyes scanned one by one the parts in my restroom. The corner of his lips was attracted when he got a pile of bermuda triangles and glasses that had not been folded from this afternoon.

“Face your eyes!” I spat it out with a fierce gaze then landed my butt on the wooden chair in the living room.

“You can live your child alone, great,” The spontaneous Demian greeting makes the butterflies in my stomach scatter erratically. For some reason, every time the brown eyes looked at me, I was hypnotized and seemed to want to sail in it.

“No need to overdo it,” reply me with a long sigh. If this man knew being a single parent was not as easy as he sees it today. Where I had to pant for a bite of rice, hook up with strange people, tortured by employers and in-laws. Uh! As if to remember, I also do not know why it could be this far.

“I'm sorry yes,” Demian close the distance and instantly rubs my wrist gently. He let out a rough breath, his brown eyes piercing through my retina.

“Apologies for what?” confused reply. Just be right. Got what he was wrong with me after just a few weeks we met.

Demian rubbed his face rough, then sat down next to me. Not only did he get there, his right hand began to creep to the shoulder and clutch me tightly. Like a hen giving warmth to her chicks.

I was silent when an electric current started running all over the body. Without a long plan, I also immediately returned Demian's embrace by landing my head on the chest of his field. Very warm and comfortable. This kind of position is no different from what I had when I was with Hero.

This kind of situation lasts a long time. Then somehow I suddenly felt a firm hand carrying my body to a place I did not know myself.

“Emmmmmph hoaaam,” The yellow light emanating from window pentillation successfully penetrates the retina of the eye and makes me wake up instantly. But I felt something was wrong, as if the oxygen on earth was running out.

I scanned one by one on this bed. There was Pricil on the right, I was in the middle and Demian on the left was flanking me tightly with his body.

Hey, what did I say?

The demian?

“Yes God! Uh wake you up!”

Bugh!

Just like watching Demian's plain body while taking a shower yesterday afternoon in the toilet, I gasped when I saw this man lying around hugging my possessive body. It's worth my breath tight, apparently there is another human body that overlaps my stomach.

“Demian!” I crouched down, repeatedly shaking Demian's rough shoulders, hoping that he would wake up immediately and clarify for me over everything.

I also only realized that I fell asleep in Demian's arms last night. It feels so shameful. What did this man do when I fell asleep?

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