Sense of Sense

Shame Alone

“But the stitches?”

Ashqar looks doubtful and Sapphira obviously doesn't like him. For reasons that she herself could not explain for certain, Sapphira wanted Ashqar to want her just as much as she wanted her husband.

“That's okay, Mom. It's been more than four months, it should have dried the seams. Do we need to see a doctor first for mastiin?” sulk Sapphira, lowered his hands and threw away his face.

Ashqar's feelings were mixed. One side was worried about the rest of Sapphira's labor, but the other side he also did not want to refuse his wife a second time. “Not necessary.” Ashqar grabbed the side of Safira's face, landing a kiss on her forehead. “Sorry makes you sad and hurt, so let me make up for it. Can?”

Safira. Different from before, the way Ashqar looked at him made his heart rustle. “By pleasure, My Husband.”

Sapphira's smile was like a magnet, the strong field that attracted Ashqar fell on the center that made her long. The sweetness and tenderness of Sapphira's lips seduced Ashqar in a pleasant way so that just tasting it was a futile act.

Then slowly Ashqar's doubts faded in unison with the kiss for the sake of the kiss he served, leading Sapphira as usual. They tease each other, longing and long overdue desires as if meeting their ends.

As soon as Sapphira patted Ashqar's shoulder, the man let go of his fondling and was stunned to see how Safira had shaken. The face flushed with breathless breath, lips swollen and sweat began to drop one-on-one past the jaw and fell on the neck.

“We must move Harsha first to Alvin or Zain's room,” Ashqar murmured, rubbing sweat on his wife's forehead.

Safira. “Harsha can wake up if suddenly lifted from the mattress. We continue here. How?”

“Interested?” reset Ashqar.

“Iya, here. But close the room door and lock the front door.”

“This is the family room, darling.” Ashqar was clearly confused by Safira's idea. He had never had any intercourse with his wife other than in bed after their first night which was a bit excessive.

“Keep why?” Safira raises one knee, deliberately moving it in the southern part of Ashqar. It turned out to be quite fun to tease her husband and find the other side of Ashqar. “I want us to do it here, Mas.”

Ashqar clenched his teeth tightly, a subtle growl rang out as Sapphira grew more and more daring to tease him. “Fi, we can trust others.”

“Who? A neighbor? Or children?” safira asked, sounding light and full of provocation. Somehow she enjoyed being able to make her husband a thuggish. “I want us to do that here. I refused two days ago so now I have to give my wish. Now or not at all, at least Mas fasting again a month ahead.”

“Ngak will.” Ashqar could not think clearly under Sapphira's threat and the pressure of his own passion. Then he quickly pulled Safira to sit on his lap and exposed his wife one by one slowly.

Ashqar treated her as the only one who could make her husband feel satisfied. For Sapphira there is nothing more comforting for a wife when desired by her own husband.

“Bu? You all right?”

Safira flinched then looked over. He blinked a few times and managed to get out of his daydream. “I-iya, Ma'am Jum. I am fine.”

“Mother sure? Mother's face is red, like a fever.”

Safira laughed heartily. “Ngak, kok.” Then he cleared his throat and set an expression. “I am fine. Mba Jum quickly went home, pity his son if later wait at home alone.”

“Iya, Mom. I thank you and thank you for permission.”

As soon as Mbak Jum disappeared behind the door, Safira began to grieve for herself as it dissolved in memory yesterday morning. Right, at this hour he and Ashqar do it. Then when Safira turned to the television room from the kitchen, her face was hot again.

“Yes, geez! I was possessed yesterday what, anyway!” whisper, cover the face with the palm of the hand.

Then in order to shift his focus from yesterday's incident, Safira grabbed a plastic bag of garbage, took it out of the container and carried the big bag outside.

“Find the fresh air outside it seems to make it better, deh.”

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