Second Wife Young Master Arogan

Dejavu

Still the dark sky of the night. On the park bench, Naora was in the middle of the fatigue to withstand the turmoil of taste. Remembering his first, unwelcome love, it's so stifling to the chest.

Eight years he had a gift of taste in a lonely soul. However, that sense often welcomes the thought of a haqiqi recognition. However, Naora was so persistent in suppressing it strongly, even though it had to be pained in the heart.

Love is a noble trait that inherits all the goodness, compassion, and compassion of the Creator. However, not all people are lucky even to just express it. So, not a few hearts in the world are willing to keep that taste even though a hope exists.

Naora dissolves into feelings. Until a pair of windows of the heart can no longer stem the clear circles of sadness. Even sobs are not held back. Finally, the collapse of the wall of stubbornness that he had been building desperately.

He raised both feet, curled up in the corner of a park bench as the cold night breeze caressed the skin. The fingers are carried squeezing the cloth on the chest, trying to brush off the tightness, although it is difficult. The groaning of the heart sounded heartbroken among the diversity of pain.

Really, I don't know how to get this feeling out of my heart. My wait all this time has not been sweet. He shouldn't have been expected.

Inner Naora pitted in silence. He's more intrigued because of the stabbing pain. Always trying to be okay was not always strengthening the heart. Tight fingers appear several times wiping tears that split the cheek. The woman was as if it was bad to get out of the sadness tonight.

I'm so tired, Lord ....

Without Naora noticing, the pair of eagle eyes from earlier did not take a look from her. She is Axton Sanders, her husband. In silence, the man felt a throbbing pain in his chest. The sight before his eyes, successfully squeezed his heart. Although, he does not know what makes the woman moping. However, seeing every tear drop on Naora's cheeks, grew a sense of unease in that instant.

Watching Naora cry was something she had been waiting for a long time. He should be happy about it. However, why even the pity of visiting? Really, he doesn't know. At present, making her shoulder as the woman's backrest is a real desire and not pseudo.

From the beginning of the marriage until now, only this time I saw her cry. Actually what makes the tough lady finally drop tears? Axton is monologuing inside.

Time continued to crawl forward, as the breeze of the night breeze pierced through the pores. The man was still faithfully standing with a look of observing and also watching. Naora's figure, as if not let out of the eye shot now. Until, he began to move his legs, approaching the target object of his eyes earlier.

Axton looked at the beautiful face that looked asleep in front of him. "May he fall asleep outside like this. I will definitely punish him if he gets sick again."

He took off his knee-length cardigan and then wrapped Naora's body. The hand is brought to touch the woman's white cheek, intending to check her body temperature. "Very sloppy. He had just recovered from illness but had instead let his body freeze" Axton grumbled between his attentions.

Unable to see Naora's small body curled up for too long on the park bench, Axton cradled her body in a bridal style. Dashingly, the man took his second wife into the house. His steps were not even impressed with carrying the burden.

"Why is this woman so light? Does he never eat?"

Arriving at Naora's room, Axton lays her body on the contest. Continue to cover it so that it does not get cold. Not intending to leave his wife alone, the man landed his body on the lip of the bed slowly.

Once again, the eyes were brought to look at Naora's face as she had just cried. At that moment, his heart felt again.

"What makes you cry, Naora?" He gently rubbed the remaining wet traces of tears on his cheeks and then kissed a pair of beautiful eyelids that were closed.

Out of nowhere the whisper came from, Axton really had no intention of letting Naora sleep alone this time around. He immediately took a position. Under the same blanket as the woman, she drowned herself.

Not stopping there, he pulled the little body into his arms. Lips were invited to boil at the top of Naora's head, giving some warm kisses there. Until an unusual pounding in the chest again exclaimed wonderfully.

He was slightly stunned, when he suddenly felt dejavu. Memories of the past suddenly filled his brain. "This leaflet reminds me of eight years ago. The foreign leafan that I felt for the first time."

Axton twists his hand on Naora's body, making her cling to his chest. The comfort felt, comfortable mind to look at and nostalgic with the memory of his past.

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