Sense of Sense

Detachable Stitching

Sapphira was not sure what was going on. It felt like she was still laughing a while ago because she had managed to tease Ahsqar, but at this time she had been squeezed by her husband on the sofa.

“Ma-Mas?” Sapphira stuttered, unable to move because both hands were blocked Ashqar on the head.

“What?” he said in a low voice, making Safira's body bristle. “You yourself started, loh.”

“But ... It is still morning,” Safira whispered, avoiding Ashqar's gaze as if it could burn him.

“Indeed why in the morning?” Ashqar slipped his other hand on Sapphira's back from under his nightgown. “Not you started?”

Safira gasped as Ashqar let go of his bra hook with a single jolt to make him reflex turn back. When their views met, Safira realized there was something different there. The way Ashqar looks at him is still the same, loving as ever. However, he could also see a flash of passion that made every joint in his body turn like gelatin.

“I don't do anything.” Safira scowled and unfortunately looked seductive in Ashqar's eyes.

“What now you want to play cat-sling, Fi?” ashqar asked from between his gritted teeth. Meanwhile her hands caressed along Sapphira's beautifully curved spine. “You know best what will happen next, ‘kan?”

Safira's face turned red. Erotic shadows flashed in his head, scenes between him and Ashqar that in recent months never happened again.

Then as Ashqar tightened his body, Sapphira could feel Ashqar's passion pressing down on his south. “I no longer want to play cat-slinging, but Mas himself who refused me two days ago,” said Safira. His voice shrank in the last sentence.

Immediately guilt waddled Ashqar. He let go of his hand in Sapphira's hand, lowered his body and hugged his wife's body. “If you discuss it now, I do not intend to make it continue.”

Ashqar whispers in Safira's ear make her feel tickled, not only because of touch, but also regret for saying things that hurt her husband's feelings.

“Mas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make—”

“I have to apologize, Darling.” Ashqar tightened his embrace then raised his face to look into Safira's eyes. “Sorry for rejecting you.”

Sapphira bit her inner lips and then reached out both hands, hugging Ashqar's body. Her husband's remorse was painful, not only because of the warmth about feeling rejected when two days ago Safira took the initiative to fulfill her obligations and rights as a wife. Also because he knew that the reason Ashqar was for fear of harming him.

Hearing the word ‘fixed’ Ashqar remembered his car, but of course it was different from what he could have imagined. Ashqar accompanied Sapphira by her side, but when her wife got a new stitch the doctor told her to watch.

Let him also know how his wife's condition. So the wife and mother are difficult and sick, if you look at this so be more affectionate and appreciative of his wife, yes.

The middle-aged doctor's words sounded relaxed even interspersed with light laughter. However, it managed to tear apart Asqar's feelings. Until his peak he found it difficult to touch Sapphira even though his own wife offered.

Plaque!

A slap on the back moved Ashqar to raise his face. Sapphira's faint smile and her shining eyes stared affectionately. “Now Mas won't reject me, ‘kan?”

Ashqar flashes. “But the stitches?” said Ashqar choked.

“Udah safe, Mas.” Sapphira put her hands around Ashqar's neck. This is not the first time, but it still feels thrilling when Safira is braver than Ashqar who is used to leading. “Mumpung deserted house and Harsha is also still sleeping. Mas will not refuse the obligations and rights of Mas as a husband, ‘kan?”

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