The Couple Of MissKin - g

Euphoric

Ayla is now in Brio's apartment. Ayla was in her room. Brio told him to sleep rest, because the clock was already showing at half-three in the morning.

Ayla's been laid by Brio in her bed. And covered her body with a blanket.

"Sleep!" his orders while stroking his hair. That pity just flows along with the situation.

"Forget over! In your life it's just me, tonight it's just the two of us.." Brio's mouth just spoke as if not in line with his mind.

Ayla closed her eyes. When I opened my eyes, it was all a dream.

When he closed his eyes, the clear water escaped again. Make Brio's heart slit again.

If only he was slow, if only he thought more about 'they are lovers' maybe all that was not desirable had happened. Ayla's hacurnya will definitely be in pieces.

After Ayla was asleep, Brio left her. He approached Yaris who was busy with his phone.

"Have you thrown that bastard right in front of his house?" ask Brio.

"It."

"I'm still confused, why did Ayla ask herself to be sent home? Though I want him to be imprisoned," Brio's mind was upset.

Indeed, at the time of taking Ayla to his apartment, he gave orders to his personal assistant, Yaris. To report to the police about the plan of the rapist***an against Ayla.

But Ayla pitied him and asked to return Jimny to his house.

Brio did not understand his way of thinking. He is furious with Ayla who is still defending criminals. Or, does Ayla still love him, even after he had done the embarrassing act? The questions were held in Brio's head.

"Is she the woman you're after?" ask Yaris. He knows all about Brio, because Brio is always open to him. Whatever unsettled and pleased him, Brio always told him without anyone left behind.

"Not."

"Then why are you so angry?"

"She's my wife."

"Well!" Yaris was so shocked by the statement Brio said. "Wife?" repeated again. It was as if he could not believe that his young master was married.

"Yes, and this has something to do with that damn March."

"Tell me a little bit, tell me what's happened, what I don't know yet."

Briopun told all of them without anyone being left behind.

"So you got married because of a misunderstanding?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You can refuse, you don't love her, right?"

"Oh, but his father was so rude. He was slapped by his own father. And unfortunately when I slept with him I didn't wear my clothes, I thought he was a bolster. So I hugged her tight."

"Can you explain it first?"

"You think it's easy? His father doesn't trust us, if we're not married."

"Then you tell me the truth after you're married."

"Yes!"

"Hahaha, does his father know you're rich?"

"I don't think so, they just want Ayla to take care of him. So that he doesn't live here alone."

"Okay, I really don't understand the way his parents think" Yaris said still with a look of astonishment.

"Oh, it's all happened. Both me and him, we didn't love each other and we walked our own paths. I'll divorce her when I'm with my lady."

Time continued to roll quickly, their eyes were no longer strong to open. They finally slept in the living room. Brio was on the sofa while Yaris was on the carpet next to the table. Unfortunately, the fate of this Yaris is no sleeping partner on the table.

06:00 in the morning.

Ayla was awake from her sleep. His eyes became puffy because he kept crying all night. He wakes up and looks at himself in the mirror.

The red mark on her neck is real.

His mind floated back in time making the red stamp. It hurts, it hurts so much. Turns out the thing he didn't want to happen last night.

Cleks.. The tears flowed back in her cheeks. He hates himself. He hates Jimny who doesn't respect him. He hated rich men who were mean to women.

Did he say 'He gave it his all and it was my turn to give it something, so they wouldn't separate.' Fuck that word, Ayla hates Jimny. He's not a nice guy, he's the same as the wild cats out there. He does not have the highest quality as a man. Ayla misjudged Jimny.

He rubbed his neck rough using a rough textured cloth. Eliminating those contemptible traces in his opinion.

If only Brio did not arrive on time, maybe a yellow flag was flying around his house.

He couldn't make the day after. But good is that destiny says something else.

Back to the red stamp. Due to being too rough rubbing her, Ayla's neck was slightly injured. It's bleeding, but Ayla doesn't feel any pain. He kept rubbing it removed the stain.

Kriet's..

Door opens.

Brio was surprised, sure his eyes were perfectly round while his mouth was open gaping.

"Goddessa.." Brio immediately approached Ayla who was standing in front of the glass. "What are you doing?" Brio pulled his arm to stop rubbing.

Ayla was silent and embarrassed.

"You see your neck is bleeding." Brio showed me the blood.

"I.I just want to get rid of it.." lirih Ayla.

"Stupid! Why do you hurt yourself? Don't you know how to get rid of it?"

Ayla bowed and shook her head.

"Is she really new this time at touching men.. But why are there so many rumors of rich men dating her, "inner Brio.

"It doesn't have to be rubbed again, it's gone." Brio threw the cloth into the trash bin next to the glass.

Suddenly Ayla hugged her, buried her face in the chest of her husband.

She was crying there. Brio could feel the warmth of Ayla's tears.

Ayla tightened her embrace, she also hardened her crying voice throwing away all the burdens she had in her heart.

Brio just kept quiet, not retaliating or anything. But one thing was certain that his heart felt pain hearing Ayla's cries that were bursting.

"Cry!" Only that word came out of his lips. The woman before him was fragile and in need of a backrest, and Brio was the one chosen by him.

"I hate you, Jim. I hate.. Hu hu hu.." Her tears did not stop, but she grew stronger and stronger.

"I hate people like you, I hate people who don't understand my principles. I hate rich people. They can only act arbitrarily... Huhu.." Ayla who was upset even hit her husband's chest.

Brio just grimaced with the pain.

"Si*lan! Hated Jimny, beaten me, "he said in his heart.

Brio took the hand that hit him, now it's his turn to hold the wife, whispering, "Don't do it again, Ayla's sick.." He stroked his wife's head slowly so that she would calm down.

"That's enough, calm down. You're safe, it's just me here, Brio." he said as he stroked his head.

Ayla was very comfortable in her husband's arms. Somehow he felt very calm, peaceful, and protected by this man who was hugging him. It's like a feeling of euphoria.

Her crying stopped for a moment, feeling that time also stopped along with her crying.

He felt that his current world was a new world. The life that was just about to begin.

"Calm down, don't cry over things you don't need to cry about. Don't hurt your body again. You should have let the stain go, it will go away on its own. You hurt him like this will definitely make an impact. And you will remember the truth before you get this wound. Relax, make peace with yourself! You don't have to worry about anything." Brio still hasn't let go of his decapitation.

As she felt that Ayla had calmed down, she let go of the hug. Then looked back at her and wiped away the trace of her tears.

"I will treat your wounds." he said as he left Ayla.

But Ayla pulled her hand and said, "I'm puckish!" he said while embarrassed. How not to be ashamed, the situation is not right. But his stomach was torn apart by worms.

A smile fell on Brio's face. He had already asked for a meal which meant that he had slightly forgotten about his problem.

"You hungry?"

Ayla just nodded.

"Alright, wait! I'm ordering food. But your wounds must be treated first."

Ayla nodded small. Indicates that he agreed to treat the wound first.

*euphoria of comfortable feeling, or excessive feeling of joy.

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