Renatta Pay Husband

Renatta Pay Husband
A Different Morning



Renatta was still comfortable looking at Devan's sleeping face beside him, last night they spent quite a hot night after a few months there was no warmth in both of them.


He supported his head with his right hand, while his left hand he used to trace every inch of Devan's face until his fingers stopped on Devan's nose and then turned to Devan's lips which he thought was very interesting, he said, the shape of the lips that look red and full becomes the thing he likes the most from Devan.


As he was about to pull his hand from Devan's lips, suddenly, his hand was held by Devan, then both of Devan's eyes opened, which made Renatta surprised and tried to pull his hand, but Devan actually clasped Renatta's finger tighter.


"Have you been satisfied watching my face, hmm?" Devan asked with a thin smile teasing him which made Renatta immediately wrong because what he did a few minutes ago was known by Devan.


"A.a.a I didn't observe your face" Shall Renatta with his voice stammering with bricks.


Devan turned his back on Renatta's body, "You're not smart enough to lie to Re" Devan said


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One brief kiss he gave Renatta's lips, and he got off the bed wearing his clothes scattered on the floor "I'll order food for us to have breakfast" Devan said as he moved out of the room they occupied.


After the departure of Devan Renatta covered his body with a blanket, he was really really - really embarrassed because of Devan's speech.


Renatta quickly wrapped his blanket and ran to the bathroom to clean himself up before Devan's return.


Renatta looked at his body in front of the glass, now his body was filled with red patches due to Devan's actions last night, Devan never heard his words if not to make a reddish mark on his body let alone him who still gives breast milk to Zea, afraid that Zia and Zio saw it can be sure that the two children will ask questions of sorts.


But he smiles happily at last Devan does not get angry at him, and hopefully Devan can forget everything.


Not wanting to make Devan wait for him to eat, Renatta quickly turned on the shower to refresh his body.


"Re" Summon Devan from outside the bathroom with a slight shout for not finding Renatta's whereabouts


While Renatta himself who almost fell asleep in the bath up immediately opened his eyes again, one thing Renatta forgot was that he was in the bathroom not carrying any clothes just blankets in the bathroom, he was forced to ask Devan for help to take his clothes back.


"Dev, please bring me my clothes I forgot not to bring them inside" Pinta Renatta shouted slightly.


Devan who heard Renatta's request, immediately took Renatta's clothes which were still on the floor but arrived - a sneaky idea appeared in his head but before giving clothes to Renatta, who was still on the floor, he first closed and locked their bedroom door, afraid that one of the villa employees would come and hear her and Renatta's voice.


Then Devan took off his clothes again "Re, open the door I'm already at the bathroom door to bring you the clothes you asked for" Devan said as he knocked on the door.


The bathroom door was opened slightly by Renatta, he reached out his hand to ask for his clothes but instead Devan came into the bathroom which made Renatta gasp in shock.


"Akhh, what are you doing Dev?" Asked Renatta who now turned his gaze away from Devan.


"Give your clothes Re" he said with a smile smirk "And of course continued our activities last night" continued Devan.


Renatta glanced at Devan's words, but as usual Renatta had not answered Devan's words, her husband had kissed her violently first.


Devan brings Renatta's body attached to the bathroom wall, he further deepens his kiss.


Renatta's hands accidentally touch the shower button causing the shower to light up and wet his body and Devan's body.


Now their sweat has been fused with the water, the air that should be hot due to the activities they do is now turned cold.


Renatta's body was already drowning in Devan's body hug "We shower now" a brief kiss he gave to Renatta.


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After finishing breakfast Devan and Renatta decided to go home because Renatta did not have to die Zea too long especially since yesterday afternoon he had not given any breast milk at all to his son.


Devan himself had actually told Daniel that if he did not enter work for today, he wanted to enjoy more time with Renatta but he could not force Renatta's desire either, he was well aware that Renatta was very fond of children, especially Zea who since infancy did not get exclusive accession from Renatta, plus Zio and Zia who did not stop asking for his whereabouts and Renatta who did not come home since last night.


"Are you mad at Dev because I'm taking you home" asked Renatta, a little scared, who saw that Devan was silent.


Devan smiled and clasped Renatta's hand and then in his brief kiss "Of course I'm not angry Re, let alone this is about our children, how can I be angry because of this" Obviously Devan who makes Renatta relieved because it turns out Devan is not angry, Renatta was always so afraid of Devan's anger because Devan when angry will silence him for days until his anger subsides.


"Thank you for being so understanding to me" Renatta said sincerely.


Devan just smiled back at Renatta, instead he should thank Renatta, his wife who has changed his life and made his life more colorful with the presence of Zio, Zia, and Zea.


Devan's only hope is that his family will always be happy and he also hopes that there will be no serious problems approaching their household later.


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How the same part, honestly the author is not too able to make a scene that is too hot, so for this author it is enough to make hotπŸ™ˆ


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