Shackles Love Men Pay

CHAPTER 122

Bored, only that word might be fitting to describe how he is currently. He missed Lorenza, curious how his experience of fighting with a man in a light brown uniform who had long been a sworn enemy of his best friend.

“What is it like?” Kanaya is looking for a way to make her body sweat, the woman is indeed not a rebel (Like the Author).

Kanaya paced back and forth in the bedroom that was already as wide as the futsal court for him, waiting for Ibra who did not come home and no one could make his boss disappear despite trying to do this and that. Swinging his hand as he slowly walked down the corner of the room, he was measuring how many meters outside the room seemed.

“For a long time, Mas Ibra is getting busy .. we are often left behind,” said Kanaya rubbed her stomach, the last few days she began to like the interaction with her prospective baby as Ibra often does.

Until he was tired himself and stopped while staring at the highest Ibra wardrobe there. He had time to tidy up but not everything, it feels interesting also if you have to look for sweat in the old way, he thought.

“Hiyaaaak!!”

It's hard, why does the one on the other side need that much energy, Kanaya thought as she tried again and again. It takes extra energy like that. What Ibra kept in there.

It took a good amount of effort, and it was true that his sweat had already poured out before the actual battle. Kanaya even sat down and for a moment it was difficult to wake up, if Ibra saw the action was certain the man would be extraordinary.

There was nothing special, just a white bedsheet that he folded originally. Kanaya hesitates to touch it, negative thoughts are now approaching, but it feels impossible if it is a mystical object, Ibra is not as primitive as that.

With her plump fingers she took the delicate and soft cloth carefully, afraid that in it there were disgusting things there. Even because of his curial, Kanaya held her breath and bit her lower lip.

Opening it slowly, as if the one he touched had feelings. Wait, it seems like she remembered this thing, Kanaya was familiar and thought she had seen it before.

“What? Oh My Gosh, Ibra!!”

Kanaya's eyes were perfectly rounded, as if she could not believe what she was seeing. The woman rippled at once as the white bed sheet opened and exposed the stain there. He was alone but his embarrassment was incredible, his face flushed red and quickly returned the sacred object to its place.

“He really is not sane what is it?”

For whatever sake he shuddered to himself, a dark shadow about that long night haunted Kanaya's mind. Repeatedly rubbing his face rough, Ibra long ago brought a bed sheet that he believed one hundred percent was a silent witness to their hot romance.

“Wait, do you-don't Ibra have any abnormalities?”

His mind spread everywhere, thinking that Ibra suffered from sexual abuse now appears just like that. But if it was a fetish, Ibra would have shown other signs during the wedding, Kanaya thought she could sometimes think she was sane.

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“No way, normal Ibra mas .. calm down, Kanaya! Stop thinking so much,” firmly to himself, at this time Kanaya self as if separated, his little heart raised suspicions that are contrary to his logic.

He's riled up on his own, for the rest of his life this time he's found someone asinting as Ibra. It could be that the rectangular fine cloth he brought home and deliberately kept it stained.

“I have to find out for myself.”

Although his brain was trying to be normal, but Kanaya could not be satisfied with the conclusion in him. The woman grabbed her phone and searched for articles about sexual misconduct that might have matched her husband.

Fetish

Obsession with the blood

Love one night with what

Benefits of storing blood spots after making love

Characteristics of men with sexual disorders

The craziest fetish example in this chapter

How to resuscitate a husband who has a sexual disorder

His fingers were agile at all, not what he believed at the moment, which he was obviously worried about if Ibra was abnormal because of something. The woman was more than crazy, a bored afternoon now replaced with a tense atmosphere, Kanaya seemed to be a detective a day by concluding according to her belief alone.

“Ah please, as long as she doesn't care why I'm afraid.”

Kanaya flips her phone of origin, too long getting to make it. The woman wagged her hands, her face felt hot and just think Kanaya was wrong on fashion behavior.

Until the roar of the car was heard and she ran towards the balcony to make sure her husband really came home or not. If usually Kanaya will welcome with a smile full of happiness, now she is different.

Ibra is perfect, her body really craved Kanaya since her teens. For a moment she admired her husband. It seemed like he was being escorted by Gavin, it was clear that the man was talking about something first while standing next to the car.

Kanaya quickly ran, down the stairs at a fast pace and not at all careful. If Ibra had seen him, it is certain that Kanaya would have raged on him until tomorrow. Opening the door heavy enough for him and running towards Ibra until the man stared in wonder why his wife came with a hostile look.

“Hai, Darling ... You why?”

Not answering at all but Kanaya pulled her hand firmly. Ibra who looked at him questioningly was forced to follow where Kanaya was going with a feeling of anxiety and a rumbling chest out of concern for something.

“What's up, Nay? Don't make Mas panic, Honey.”

For whatever sake Kanaya this afternoon made Ibra confused, he just came home and found his wife was clearly confused. Having no other choice, Ibra kept his wife's steps and now they stand in front of his wardrobe.

“Why? Want to change?” ibra asked puzzledly, she felt that there was nothing wrong at all.

“What are you nyimpen here?” Instead of answering Kanaya instead asked back, his wife's sharp gaze made Ibra afraid actually.

“Nyimpen what? What do you mean, Nay?”

Still being gentle because he understood Kanaya anti with a high tone, Ibra used to be as gentle as that to Kanaya even though she always snapped when out there.

Until Ibra gaping and fixated when Kanaya roughly pulled out the object that Ibra had been hiding as best he could.

“It ... means what?”

“Oh, that ... why?” ibra asked casually, picking up the bedsheet that Kanaya had just picked up at random while smiling thinly as usual.

“I asked it answered, Mas .. instead of tanya.” Kanaya sighed softly, The smiling Ibra made her even more afraid.

“What are you doing, right? It's a lie if you don't want.” Ibra believes Serratus percent Kanaya is aware of what he found.

“Ehm, yes it means what is stored .. You have a fetish for sure, right?” asked Kanaya frontally, Ibra who had been smiling suddenly looked at his wife as I was.

“Jeez, Kanaya! Here's how to make your brain aware of this.” Ibra shook Kanaya's head slowly while laughing discordantly, he was not angry with his wife's accusations of sexual abnormalities in him. The woman had not understood how deeply Ibra had fallen in love with Kanaya since that night.

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