Sharing Love: Wife Ventilation of Your Desire

IPH CHAPTER 40 - Looking to the Future

Now Aira and Ibrahim were back in their room. At that time it was already showing at 4 am, almost touching dawn.

Bik Sumi had brought Joseph into his room, and Joseph woke up when Aira and Ibrahim were outside.

Aira sat by the bed with her blank look. Ibrahim rested in front of his wife, holding her hands tightly.

"I'm sorry Aira, I beg you," asked Ibrahim somehow. He would continue to say sorry until Aira granted it.

While Aira was just silent, all of this still felt like a dream. This is the reason for the change of husband. There was a pain that Aira felt, where she got the love of her husband after the child died.

But both he and Ibrahim did not know if the fetus had grown.

How can I get pregnant? didn't I always take the Pill? Inner Aira.

Realizing that, Aira immediately lowered her gaze and looked at the face of the husband. Ibrahim returned the gaze with his glare.

"Am I really pregnant and having a miscarriage? at that time I took the Pill behind you Mas, ", said Aira.

Ibrahim nodded weakly, again admitting his mistake. Ibrahim said he was angry when he saw the Pill in Aira's bag. Ibrahim felt that Aira was no longer willing to carry his child. So with all the selfishness he had Ibrahim swapped the pills, the Pill B with the uterine fertilizing pill.

Again Aira was flabbergasted, so many things were covered by her husband.

"Is there anything else you're hiding from me?" aira asked softly, he was tired of crying, he was tired of being sad too.

"No dear, nothing. Give me pardon for Aira, I beg you forgive me, let's live well after this" Ibrahim asked earnestly.

And Aira had never seen this desperate Ibrahim. His face was wet with tears, as well as his glaring gaze. Suppose this was Ibrahim who would have now treated him harshly, threw him on the bed and again used as an outlet of his desire.

But tonight Ibrahim continued to plead with his soft voice.

Aira then pulled her husband to get up, asking Ibrahim to sit next to her.

"Did you really love me? not just because you feel guilty?"

"Look at my eyes Aira, can't you see it if I love you so much?" ibrahim replied softly, he even touched one side of Aira's face and made the gaze of the two meet with a very close distance.

The roar of the breath of the two of them even heard each other, as if hinting at the desire within each of them.

"I love you, very, very" said Ibrahim again, now his thumb stroked the wet lower lip of Aira.

Ibrahim then eroded the distance and smeared the lips gently, sipping them deep to make Aira close her eyes.

The two had been together for so long, as if convincing each other if they loved each other. It was as if Aira had replied that she had forgiven her husband.

Aira was disappointed, but she realized it was out of Ibrahim's control and herself. They both do not know if the fetus is alive.

Aira was sure, every event would have a silver lining. And now their household relationship is getting stronger. Aira does not want the departure of the child to make their household destroyed, her son has sacrificed his life so that his mother and father do not separate.

"Mas," Aira shrieked, almost dawn and they fused in the dim atmosphere of the room. Ibrahim raised his face which was lodged in the second there was the wife.

Staring at Aira under her panting hut. The chest rose and fell as if it was calling out to him.

"What dear? is anyone sick?" ibrahim asked attentively, he even stopped his stomping and allowed the two cores to remain fused in silence.

A word of love that he must say.

"If you could see my heart, you would know that I love you more" Ibrahim replied.

The two smiled, Ibrahim was really relieved after everything was revealed. There was nothing more in his heart. Now everything is full of love for Aira.

Ibrahim ducked back, reached out to his wife's ripe lips and began to move his hips up and down.

Until dawn, the two were still wrestling. But now no longer in bed. But under the warm water in the bathroom.

Feeling such an intoxicating pulse.

Both Ibrahim and Aira have decided to make the past a lesson. The future is the best hope.

"Mas, I'm tired" said Aira, after the release of those who have been to the number of times.

"I'm sorry baby, this is the last day" replied Ibra, he then released himself and began to wash the body of the wife.

Pairing the towel and holding Aira up to sit on the side of the bed.

They had not been able to wear clothes, there was a sound of the door of the room being knocked.

Then there was the sound of Sumi's bik in front there.

Ibrahim opened the door and asked Aira to sit down.

"Sorry sir, under there is Lady Sonya," said Bil Sumi unkindly. He knew all about last night, about Mrs Aira's true condition.

Bik Sumi knew at this time for sure Mr. Ibrahim and Mrs Aira needed time for both, but down there was already a mistress Sonya who was screaming.

"Well Bi, don't let him go upstairs and don't meet Joseph with him."

"Good sir."

After that Sumi left and Ibrahim closed the door again, even locking it.

"Why Mas?" aira asked, her hair was still wet even her exposed shoulders were still visible there were a few drops of water.

"There's nothing dear, I'm wearing a shirt, yes" Ibrahim and Aira nodded their heads.

Aira was no longer awkward when her innocent body was held by the husband even though it was no longer fused like this. As if what he had, now also belongs to Ibrahim and vice versa.

A warm kiss back Ibrahim gave to his wife before he agreed to come out.

"Wait here, don't come out before I call you," Ibrahim and Aira said obediently.

Ibrahim went out on his own, then asked one of the servants to deliver Aira breakfast in the room. He also asks the waiter not to tell Aira about Sonya's arrival.

Afterwards Ibrahim met Sonya alone in the living room.