SOLEDADS

Movement

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The guts training on the steep cliff took a lot of time. The sun was almost swallowed by the horizon when Sara finished hunting some animals released by Max.

Sweat splashed on his forehead, but a satisfied smile did not fade from his lips. Max chuckled softly at the amount of soil all over his wife's body.

"Maybe you need a thousand liters of water to clean your body, baby," Max mocked.

Sara cones. But then he laughed. His face was sweaty and the ground was dirtying his shirt.

"What about the sea?"

"You can do it."

The two went towards the beach which happened to be only a few kilometers from there. The sun was swallowed when Sara went in and took a dip.

Silence struck by the sea. Only a few chirps of the night-waiting birds filled the silence. Also the roar of the waves that became the only music that filled the hearing.

"After I thought, you were perfect in every way. What can't you do, Max?"

Right too, in whatever Sara's done, Max did it well. Diving in the sea, climbing cliffs even in terms of making tea that Sara never did, the man could do it.

Come to think of it, there was only one Max had never done for him. "Oh, I remember, can you cook?"

The owner of the blue bead chuckled blandly. And the one thing that came to her mind made Sara choke on saliva.

"I can't make a child yet" he said without sin.

Sara's eyes widened, she patted her tight chest in surprise. "W-what?"

"You heard it, honey."

Max rose from the stretch of white sand, approaching Sara who suddenly moved away from his reach. "Where are you going?"

"What are you gonna do? Why did you suddenly get into the water?" Sara asked suspiciously, tightening her vigilance. Because Max is a hungry wolf who will do anything.

"Just want to accompany my wife in the sea water."

A thin serigai rose on her lips, but was not seen by Sara. He approached and hugged his wife. Max senses that his wife is stiffening as his naughty hand pinches Sara's belly.

"We've never tried it on the high seas, honey. How about we do it now?"

Sara looked at him with a sharp look. He elbowed Max's stomach until the man grimaced. "Don't be crazy" hardened Sara roughly.

Max chuckles. Teasing his wife is always fun. Especially with Sara's fierce temperament makes her always aggressively tempting. "Come, this must be more exciting than in the bath," he whispered mischievously right in Sara's ear.

"Max bajingan!"

The two fought each other's mouths. Max who likes to make trouble plus Sara who raises the problem.

Max's ears overhear the conversation and make him immediately smother the mouth of Sara who still continues to nag. Not a new thing in that, he immediately drowned Sara's head without a cue. Making the wife unprepared to rebel.

Sara reached for Max's hand that pressed down on her head, but it was as if the man's hand was intangible. His breathing was congested from unpreparedness. Sara held herself back and tried to calm down.

Unexpectedly, his hearing captured the conversations of some of the people he had suspected of being stalkers. Maybe this is why Max pressed his head in the water.

Just honey, now the air in Sara's lungs is thinning. If her head is not lifted immediately, she worries that she cannot breathe anymore. And his ambition to kill Thompson would just end.

But Max didn't leave him. Immediately, the man sank, smothering Sara's mouth and giving her a mouth-to-mouth breath.

The link under the dark sea was a little long. Some people on the beach were still heard talking about what Sara had heard.

Holding back and dividing each other's breath in water can't last long. Almost out of oxygen, Max pulls Sara to the surface. No matter the stalker who blatantly follows them.

Sara gasped for breath and pressed her chest that was blown off by as much air as possible. Without waiting for his readiness, Max had already pulled him out of there.

"Can you pull me slower?" sara whispered annoyed, but Max moved quickly.

"They're targeting us, Sara."

From Max's voice, Sara understood the situation now. He was mentally prepared, maybe something unexpected would happen.

Sure enough, from behind the darkness the sound of a rifle ready to be filled with ammunition filled Sara's hearing. He clutched Max's arm tightly, forcing the man to turn to him.

"I'm here, honey. Nothing is going to happen" he said calmly.

Sara's hand trembled as Max's steps rapidly stepped on the sand. He tried to compensate for the move and was again surprised when the sound of gunfire echoed repeatedly in the silence of the night.

When his consciousness returned, he hit the back of Max who was standing gallantly in front of him. "You took a chance to kiss me on the bottom of the sea, damn it! Not shameless!"

"What were you thinking?"

Sara grunted in annoyance. "Sniper took them out, didn't he?"

Max chuckles to make Sara come back nagging. Not without reason he did, but since noon he loosened security. Letting herself be the protective fence for Sara.

And his lips grinned at the greeting. "Senor, are you okay?"

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A few days have passed. There was no further movement regarding the shooting that night. Sara's days passed as usual.

Sitting feeling the cold of the morning dew accompanied by a cup of tea, Sara picked up her cell phone as it sounded the sign of the incoming message.

Sara's lips smiled. There were some things he had to finish in these few days somewhere. A place she never told anyone, including Claire.

Sara replied to someone's short message.

I'm going there, Reddington.

Max's departure to the office became a free space for Sara to move. Drinking the almost cold tea with a single sip, Sara ran into the room and got ready to change her clothes.

In front of the closet, Sara held her breath in annoyance. She forgot, her torn pants had been replaced with a short dress that did not suit Sara's taste. Max forced her to do that.

Forced, Sara takes the only pair of pants she has hidden from Max. Tear the pants on the knees and thighs to suit his fashion sense. Combined with a worn shirt that he often wears to the intended place.

Finished with that, Sara came out in a hurry. He accidentally hit someone under the stairs.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry" he said without seeing the man's face.

"I understand, Senora."

Sara stopped her steps and looked over. He was shocked to see the person before him. "Adrians? When did you come home? How are you doing? Where have you been all this time?"

The demands of the question made Adrian smile faintly. "Sorry, Senora. You said you were in a hurry, didn't you?"

Returning to recall what she had applied the past time, Sara turned around with a flat face.

"Don't blame me for shooting you that night, Adrian. Because I will never apologize. And I think you deserve it."

Without caring about the gazes of the maids in the mansion, Sara drove her motorbike which had been idle in the lower parking lot.

Plugging gas and splitting the streets, Sara heads to a shop she rarely goes to. The medium-sized shop he built seven years ago. Every two times a year, Sara visits him.

And now it was time for him to come to his secret place.

"Sa's sister" a young man greeted her and was greeted with a smile by Sara.

"Everything okay, Reddington?"

"So I can see for myself. This summer many need clothes for bikini parties and soaking in the sea. Many are also looking for equipment to dive."

Sara smiled broadly. The business he built himself, unbeknownst to many, was expanding rapidly under Reddington's operations.

"You can take a vacation today. I took over your place."

The young man who was a few months younger than him was smiling widely. "Yeah, I can date Kristina on this sunny day" Red said.

Sara rolled a lazy eyeball. The girl, known as Kristina, has been Reddington's girlfriend for several years.

"When are you going to marry her?"

Reddington. "Come, Brother. You just don't want to keep this shop. How do I get ready to marry Kristina?"

Now it's Sara's turn to make a cone. "You know why, Red. But I'm gonna try to get Max to run it later."

"Your husband is possessive?" Reddington rushes to get his hoodie sweater and waves at Sara. "Hopefully today is good, Sister Sara.

Sara replied to Reddington's hand and muttered. "Official? Not really, he just doesn't want me to get hurt."

The quiet day for Sara only continued for a few hours. Surprising phone ringing. Max's name on the screen made Sara growl in the fog and lifted her up after neutralizing the roar of breath.

"I know you're outside, honey. You okay?"

Max's voice sounded heavier. Makes Sara frown.

"You sound anxious. What's up?"

"Wait for me to pick you up. There's movement from those people. Luci's been shot."

"Who's Luci?"

"Grandmother Kladius. You remember that little boy I sent to Naples?"

Sara stiffens. It turns out that the peace of these few days is just to buy time and make them loosen the guard.

"I'm waiting for you, Max."

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