Replacement Ribs

22. Love Or Wounds

Call Kirana's head access for Tristan. The woman closed in, letting her husband walk every inch of her face. There is hardly any part left unturned. Until that chewy touch boils down to her thin red lips. Mutual*******release of mutual longing that has never been said but so obvious they feel.

Tristan pulled the nape of his wife while the other hand pulled the pajama rope and the thin red cloth was poked. His long journey in the arid field has ended when he found the oasis where he quelled his thirst for the past three years. Flowing lines of worship make Kirana like in the clouds.

A moaning sound was heard as Kirana's sensitive point was raised. It was as if a signal for Tristan to stop by immediately.

"Say that you are in pain. I'm gonna quit. But just for a minute."

Kirana nodded nervously. Tristan has repeatedly said to relax. Her nails clutched as she felt her body part being torn apart.Kirana grimaced for a moment. What remains is pleasure.

Kick and ******* are as simple as a symphony that is so beautiful. Until both of them fall into the sky.

Groans heard from the lips of the ruler of the game accompanied by a name that was spoken from his lips.Kirana had to be slashed again when Tristan actually mentioned the name of his first wife at the time of release. As hard as he held back the water that came from the net they wanted to spill. It turns out that he was never in the heart of the man who is now lying on it. One side was never left for Kirana. Elita still filled every corner of Tristan's heart. Then what does the phrase worship that seems to sound like if Tristan so admires Kirana? Just to please Kitrana so that she would be subject to him?

"I love you!"

The remarks sounded painful despite a brief kiss on Kirana's forehead before Tristan rolled her body to the side.

Kirana did not respond to her husband's remarks. Not only his body was crushed but also his heart was broken. The beauty that he thought would imprint forever, it turns out only pseudo.Tristan actually re-inched the wound. He was never really wanted. Kirana has no regrets. At least her duties as a wife have been cash.

Kirana wrapped her body in a blanket then dragged her steps into the bathroom. Tried while holding the pain in the lower part of his body.

Sitting quietly under the shower, Kirana let the water flush her body blend with the tears and fall to the floor. Hoping that the recent events would be released from his memory along with the flow of water into the sublimation.

I don't know how many times the clockwork turns Kirana. stay under the water. He got off the floor and cleaned himself up. It was the suffering that was suffering.

Kirana wrapped herself in a bathrobe and dragged her step out of the bathroom. A soft snort sounded from the bed. Tristan had been behind a blanket that covered part of her body.

Although disappointed, in fact Kirana can not change her love to hate. Step closer, tidying up the blanket to cover the chest.

Kirana stared fixedly at that plain and unapologetic face. Wanted to be disappointed but never able to.. Is it true that his love is too great for a man who has repeatedly disappointed him?

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Highlight sunlight slowly slipped from the cracks of the room wall. Moving in provides illumination to resuscitate the owner of the room if the night has gone.

Kirana stretched her body which still felt pained. He sharpened his vision when he saw the clock hand pointing at the numbers 5 and 8. Hope he doesn't get too bad. But his vision was not wrong. Almost half nine. That day he just woke up. Things that never happened in his life.

Where all the residents of the house. Until that night did not wake him. The man who slept next to him was out of place. It was as if they were letting him get swept up in his dreamland.

Kirana uncovers the blanket and shuffles to the edge of the bed. The stain left on the pink cloth became a symbol that Kirana took good care of herself and that purity was only offered to those who were entitled to her.

Kirana rolled up the wide cloth and took it out of the room. He found the mother struggling in the kitchen with used furniture.

"Your husband let it go. Yes it is."

"Yes but Nana's bad luck."

"Say you are tired.has made Mother grandson," said Bu Ambar while wiping his wet hands. Kirana was overwhelmed by her mother's unclear speech.

"What did you say, anyway?" grunts Kirana.

"Tuh, his ex is everywhere. Change clothes there! Not good to see you later."

Kirana put down the bedsheet she was carrying into the washing machine then rushed back to the room.

Standing in front of the glass staring at the shadow of himself so clearly visible red patches that filled his body parts. The neck, chest, arms, all did not go unnoticed until it left a clear-cut trace on Kirana's white skin.

Fortunately, only her mother saw. He changed his clothes and covered his head with a veil to cover his entire body. Then back to the kitchen. Looking up at the dining table, the menu last night had changed with a different new food. But hunger must be delayed because dirty bed linen has been waiting for him in the washing machine.

And Kirana had to thank her mother when she heard the sound of the washing machine spinning. Who else would have done it if not his mother.

When at home, kitchen and homework are indeed things that seem forbidden to Kirana. Her mother doesn't let Kirana cook. They hired a neighbor to clean and clean dirty clothes every day. Kirana was completely united by her parents. Even so, that does not mean Kirana depends entirely on her parents. That's why he chose to study outside the city far from his parents. He wanted to prove that the label of a spoiled child would not always stick in him

"You eat there first! Syifa called Mom, she said you had an appointment."

Kirana. If Syifa had called her mother, it would have meant she had called Kirana dozens of times but no answer.

Instantly Kirana patted her forehead for forgetting one thing. Today there is a zoom meeting schedule with the reseller. He rushed back into the room, grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. The initial intention was to wash his face, but a sultry feeling made him turn the tap and let his body splash with water.

"Yeah!" The shout came to a halt as the person who suddenly grabbed him shut his mouth.

"Sat! Don't scream. It will be heard from outside."

Kirana also knew who the owner of the arm held her from behind and the other hand silenced her mouth. I don't know when Tristan got into that bathroom. Kirana did not even hear the sound of the door being opened.

"What do you want?" kirana asked nervously as Tristan no longer smothered her mouth. Instead of venturing into sensitive parts of the body Kirana could not bear to not issue *******.

"You again."

"I'm in a hurry, Mas," elak Kirana. She knew how to be a good wife, but last night's injuries were still so pronounced. Tristam without even feeling guilty asked to repeat it.

Kirana's refusal meant nothing, because she was now submissive and obedient as Tristan carried her to bed.