Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

46. Want to Start Back

Arriving at her husband's office. Kiara did a good job. The woman went back and forth to meet her husband to ask for a professional signature. No meaningful talk. Kiara remained with her firmness. She still refused to forgive her husband. The pain that he felt at that time really made him lose respect for the husband.

"Sign here, sir," Kiara said, handing over a document to the man in front of her.

Habibie didn't take the document straight away. He was quiet and focused more on his laptop when in the laptop was nothing he did.

"Sir!" call Kiara.

"Sir Habibie." The woman called back.

A long breath kept coming out of the woman's mouth. Kiara was really upset. The woman's hand was stretched out, closing Habibie's laptop by force.

The man pulled the tip of his lips, the lure he did was successful in making the woman react. He looked up, the pair of clear eyes looking at the eyes in front of him deeply. His gaze seemed to ask, What do you want?

Kiara clucked her waist staring at Habibie with an excited rage. "If you don't want to work, you better not come here. Why make it difficult for others" Kiara lamented. "If you don't like to see me here, you should just fire me. Why do something inhumane? Ahhhh ...." Kiara smiled. "I forgot that you're not human. How could you understand."

The face turned. Kiara turned to leave Habibie but the man suddenly moved, pulled his hand and cornered Kiara to the side of the table.

The woman was stunned. His breathing choked once Habibie looked at him from a very close distance. This man's masculine fragrance made him unable to wrinkle. Habibie's two arms on either side of her body made Kiara unable to do anything.

Habibie's sigh, the pounding of his heart as well as the man's shady gaze made the chunks of ice in his heart instantly melt. However, when the shadow of her husband's first wife appeared, Kiara immediately turned back. He was about to leave Habibie but the man pulled his waist and sat him on the table.

"Mas Abie!" kiara muttered. The caress of the husband's hand on his face made the strange noise appear. His body always gave a very strange response. Kiara is like getting electric shocks that are drained from her husband's body.

Slowly but surely, Habibie began to look down. At first it was just a kiss, the longer it was, the more demanding the man, his hands clutching Kiara's waist as she tried to dodge.

Both eyelids closed. Kiara only received every kiss Habibie gave her. The woman clutched her husband's arm tightly as Habibie became more and more intense in what she did to him.

The man seemed to have lost control. His big hand crept slowly. One by one the top buttons of the women's shirt began to open. Habibie didn't miss an inch of what he liked. His instincts are always resisting when faced with that body of makeup.

The man looked up. How surprised Habibie because the woman was crying. Yes, his wife was crying without a sound. Habibie rubbed the circle and hugged Kiara. Bringing the woman into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Kiara. Forgive me!"

The woman did not answer, her crying became more and more. The woman's hand hit her husband's back many times. He expresses every emotion he feels.

"I'm a fool, Mas Abie. I'm too stupid to have feelings for you. I shouldn't have this feeling. I knew that the love I had would never be avenged. But I still love you. Not only my heart, but my stupid body cannot resist you. I love you, Habibie. I love you!"

Kiara said that in a very soft voice. He came back crying, roaring until his throat was sore and hoarse.

Habibie's getting close to her arms. The man didn't know what to do. However, hearing the confession from his wife's mouth made Habibie feel very guilty.

"I'm sorry, Kiara. I'm sorry." Habibie let go of his embrace. The man lifted his chin, again wiping tears from his wife's face with a very soft rub. His eyes closed for a moment. He could have done something like that in his office. The big hand re-buttoned the shirt that his wife was wearing with great caution.

"Kiara," murmured Habibie. The woman flinched. He looked away but Habibie touched his wife's cheek again.

"Kiara listen to me. I'm sorry, I promise I'll get rid of all the house stuff. I'll donate those things to people in need. I'll-i

"Love me?" cutting Kiara made Habibie stunned. The woman smiled a cynical smile. Kiara knew Habibie would never give her heart. Only he loved the man but Habibie didn't.

"Mas can't do it, can it? Even to just try Mas Abie was scared," circus Kiara. "That's it. Don't say things like that again. Loving Mas Abie is like counting the stars in the sky. Not very much, but in vain."

Kiara melengos's. The woman rubbed the corner of her eyes which again could not resist the urge of tears. Kiara didn't ask Habibie to love her now. All Kiara wanted was Habibie's will to try.

"From the beginning I knew that you never wanted me, Mas Abie. I'm just a fool for being too confident."