Prison Wound

Sixteen

Knowing who the figure that collided with Riena, Raditya swiftly put up a body in front of his wife. Trying to minimize the possibility of questions or statements that are not comfortable for the reaction of Riena which for others would be considered excessive.

"I'm sorry, my wife did not intentionally," Raditya said as he turned to Riena who was busy rubbing her shoulder which was hit earlier with a rough movement.

"Intentionally no problem. I don't mind at all." The figure that is none other than Reno is chiming in on Raditya's apology very casually. The highlight of her eyes was a little mischievous pointing at Riena.

Not wanting to prolong the business, Raditya also focused his attention on Riena. Approaching his wife. "Already, Bee. No one will touch you anymore. It's safe here. There's me," she said. But still I heard it in Reno's ear.

Riena slowly straightened her head back. He tried to catch his own breath and fear. "Well, I want to go home" he asked with blank eyes.

"Yes, we're going home. Now we go to the room, yeah. Let's get our stuff first" Raditya asked. Her hand hesitantly stretched out wanting to stroke Riena's arm. But the cancellation of the intention, worried that later would even make Riena afraid.

Reno flinched in her place. The man's attention was not a second apart from the interaction between Riena and Raditya. There was happiness in itself when he saw how the figure that made his twin sister die was in such a difficult situation. Although not completely satisfied, in fact torturing the enemy slowly is much more fun than turning it off instantly.

When Riena returned to cross paths with Reno there was something different that felt by the woman. He stopped his steps for a moment and ventured to glance at the figure. Realizing Riena was remembering something about herself, Reno threw a smile that was deliberately displayed as charming as possible. Again Raditya immediately put on the body by recklessly pulling Riena's left wrist to move her legs again.

Reno further widened her smile to find Raditya's reaction. "It's just the beginning, Dit. And I enjoyed it very much. I'll give you a little pause, then the game will be more exciting for both of us" he said in his heart. He did not shift in the slightest from his position until the figures of Raditya and Riena were no longer caught by his sense of sight.

"Ay, I seem to have seen that guy before. But I forgot where," Riena said as soon as the two were in the room.

"Maybe you're wrong, Bee. No need to remember. It's not important at all" Raditya said quickly. He didn't expect his wife to ever meet Reno. Whatever the story of Raditya's past, he doesn't want to draw Riena into it.

"The face is no stranger, Ay. Not at all foreign." Riena said it while trying hard to remember.

"Bee, please, I can be jealous if you keep questioning who he is. I don't like you remembering and talking about other men. Please!" There was no other way Raditya could think of other than saying the words just now. Although actually he himself was also curious about what the purpose behind Riena's statement, but Raditya chose to end the conversation because he did not want his past to come out.

Riena's lips were locked tightly. Not a word he wanted to say anymore. He tried to think calmly. What he went through was heavy. He shouldn't have added to his brain burden with things outside of his body's soul recovery process.

"Don't say that, Bee. I never felt bothered. I'm just asking for you, never say the word divorce again. No marriage goes smoothly without exams. Whatever happens to you, you are not alone. There will always be me with you." Raditya returned Riena's gaze with such a deep loving look.

Riena immediately hugged Raditya. The words thank you and sorry to change the words from the lips of the woman. Both of them dissolved in the warm embrace. Just that extent. Although Raditya wanted to do more, obviously he had to hold back because what he wanted was definitely not ready to be given by Riena.

"You rest first, Bee. Our flight schedule is still three hours away. The airport is not far from here. There are still two hours to sleep" Raditya said as he stretched his arms. He had to do that. For a moment wanting to temper his own desires.

Riena nodded in agreement. He slowly laid his body on the bed. Raditya helped cover his body with a blanket.

"Oh my God, I should be grateful. I cannot be discouraged. My husband deserves the best from me" Riena said in her heart as she closed her eyes.

Raditya himself chose to refresh his body into the bathroom. For almost an hour he soaked in a bath filled with warm water. Accompanied by the soft song favorite herself and also Riena all the time. The song even became her second wedding song five years ago.

Riena heard the melodious voice of the late Glen Fredly with sweeping lyrics summarized in the title "White Love". The woman opened her eyes, and inched down from the bed looking for the source of the sound she heard.

Slowly, Riena approached and pushed the bathroom door that was not fully closed. The more broken and sad his heart now. Riena endured her cries with great difficulty.

" I'm sorry, Ay. Because of my helplessness, you have to do it alone. I really can't." Riena closed the door as before. Letting Raditya move his right hand nimbly at his own manhood.

It has been known Riena since the beginning of the introduction, Raditya Mahesa is someone who has sexual desire above normal. During the courtship, the man repeatedly had to apologize to her for almost doing something out of bounds. However, as time goes on. Raditya began to be able to control his passion in various ways. Getting Riena is Raditya's dream. Of course he did not want to until Riena left him because the term "Secksual Invaders" continues to be attached to him.

Not long after, Raditya came out of the bathroom with a fresh-looking face. Her hair is still very wet. The man intentionally did not dry it first. Riena pretended to still be asleep. Until a few minutes to departure to the airport, the woman just decided to get up and get ready.

Meanwhile, still in the same hotel, Reno was observed sitting casually on one of the hotel's lobby sofas. It was as if he was waiting for someone. A cell phone that was not his, was lying on top of the man's lap.

"Everything is in my control, Dit," Reno muttered with a sly smile.