The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 128. Terror
Chapters 128. Terror
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" The deepest I've ever thought
My only desire is for you
Engraved sweetly in my musings
Your soul my soul is fused..."
(Taken from the lyrics of Glen Fredly's song ~ Kasih Putih)
Warm rays of horizon drove the newlywed couple home from dreaming. With an overwhelming crumble, Dhira blinked her eyes. She saw her husband standing next to her. This is her first time, Dhira in suguhi natural face of her husband.
Very handsome you are. His mind spoke, with a beautiful smile on his lips.
" You must be fascinated by my good looks, huh?" Abhimanyu didn't really sleep. He spoke in a raucous voice, keeping his eyes closed.
Dhira smiles. The two of them only slept covered by a thick white bad cover that covered their innocent bodies.
For a moment his memory returned to the hot struggle that had occurred repeatedly. Abhimanyu has managed to rain down his mind that has been arid. Making his hollow soul now colorful. And make her a lucky woman.
"What time do we check out?" Dhira uses both palms as the base of her head, she is now facing tilted towards her husband.
"As for Mrs Abhimanyu what time she wants to go home. Or still want to....." The man opened his eyes, then teased his wife with a mischievous smile. He made Dhira flick Abhimanyu's nose hard.
"The promise wants mijitin, even made crumble. Then now..????" dengus.
Abhimanyu chuckled while holding his wife's body into his arms. They cling to it on that mattress. It was never enough and never felt bored Abhimanyu wanted to continue with his wife. " It's good, right?"
Dhira blushed in embarrassment.
"Let's let you accompany Rania to the same spa massage place yes. If I'm the mijitin, fear my hands even guerrilla anywhere!" Abhimanyu giggled.
"And it's not good for my juniors. You understand, right?"
"CK, basic!" Dhira.
"I haven't called Raka Mas, my God!" Dhira felt very guilty, she was busy serving her husband from last night until the earthquake.
"I've been in the same info as Rania. Raka's coming with Bastian to Mom's!" abhimanyu said he was still playing his hand on his wife's chest. Like changing a radio channel.
Dhira is happy, her husband is currently also taking her mother with a more familiar name without frills.
" Dear!" call Abhimanyu with a sad look.
"Yes?" not yet able to answer perfectly, Dhira's body has been rolled back. It looks like Abhimanyu will make Dhira unable to walk that day.
And that morning, they again repeated the wonderful earthly delights of heavenly taste that ever existed.
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This morning was confused. He was alone in that shophouse. Doing nothing makes him bored. By yourself anyway.
Dhira asks Sekar not to open his frame. In addition to being busy with her husband, Shinta also had permission not to enter for a few days, because she was visiting her in-laws.
Yes, as a good wife, of course, she always tries to fulfill her husband's wishes.
What are you doing?
A message from Wisang went into his phone. He had to admit, the grown man managed to make him feel smiling many times.
Being confused because so sudden unemployment 😁
He giggled while replying to Wisang's message. And I don't know why he can't wait for Wisang's reply.
God I forgot, you must be alone in there. Wait for me, I'm there now.
And for some reason, Sekar was happy. Lots of flowers scattered on his head when he read the message from Wisang. He immediately changed his clothes with more appropriate clothes.
Suddenly he wants to look beautiful in front of Wisang. Is that man able to make a girl like Sekar fall in love?. I don't know, this is the first time Sekar feels loved by a man. The man who always managed to make his heart happy. Moreover, the adult man was apparently more advanced in all fields.
He sprayed cologne on his neck. With a flowery heart, he awaits the presence of Wisang.
Thirty minutes later, the roar of Wisang's car had been heard. This time it was a bit different, why did his heart invite him to gymnastics that morning. I don't usually feel that.
Chequelek
The door opened even before Wisang knocked on it. Sekar first greeted the arrival of Wisang that morning.
"Morning!" sapa Wisang . The man in front of him was always handsome. Her wet hair makes her look fresh.
" Whatever his shirt is..." Sekar scanned the look of Wisang who was still wearing a suit.
"You come with me to the office for a while, we'll just go. Let's not go back and forth!" said Wisang is still in the doorway.
He nodded, "Have you had breakfast?" ask me shyly.
And for whatever in the world, Wisang was happy to hear Sekar call it 'Mas' that morning.
Smiling like crazy. Her heart was so happy that morning." What did you call me?" Wisang looked at Sekar gaam.
"Mas!" Speak with confidence.
"What are you cooking?" Wisang walked behind Sekar, who was heading to the kitchen.
"Not cooked!" Screaming grimacing.
Wisang clicked, then what the woman offered him for. " Why nawarin?"
"Whoever is clean, I'm just nanya. Have not had breakfast yet. Same thing, I haven't had breakfast!" Sekar said while showing the body gestures that are so spoiled. Makes a wad of anxiety.
The man immediately pulled Sekar's waist, then immediately pressed Sekar's nape and immediately attacked the moist lips that made him always tempted.
Wisang squeezed Sekar's buttocks while continuing to sip the woman's soft lips. Now it is more expressive than it was a while ago. He also felt the sturdy jaw of Wisang, while enjoying the kiss.
And while they were still late in the hot kiss roll that morning, something interrupted their loving activities.
Lkraanggg!!!
There was a sound of glass breaking due to the impact of an object. Their kisses were once again released by force.
"What is mas?" Sekar who still felt Wisang's jaw, linking his two eyebrows.
Wisang was stunned for a moment. " It looks like upstairs, let's get there!" Wisang clasped Sekar's hand as he climbed the stairs to the second floor of the shophouse. And how surprised they were, seeing the broken window glass as a result of being hit by a stone.
Wisang took the stone that was now in the room, a paper wrapped around the hard object.
Don't mess with me fucking, remember what you got to give me! I can find you all the way down to the ant hole though.
Wisang hardened his jaw, squeezing the paper that wrapped the stone. Making Sekar staring at Wisang full of questions.
"What's wrong?" Sekar grabbed the crumpled paper because of the last whisper.
Sekar rounded his eyes, what is it from Vishnu. This is bad, that child has dared to damage Bu Dhira's place. I have to how. Sekar worried.
" Who would deliberately commit such a cowardly act!" Wisang ruffled waist while not thinking. He looked at Sekar with a worried face.
" Have you ever had this kind of terror before?" Wisang stared at Sekar.
Sekar shook his head, representing a 'no' answer'. Does he have to be honest about Vishnu who threatened him last night, but this is too dangerous. He knew Vishnu would not work alone. Anxiety hit me. He did not want Wisang to get involved in this.
"Don't tell Dhira. I don't want to interrupt their show. We better get the documentation. One day we will need. " Let's help me!" wisang.
Just so upset, did he have to tell this what not. Honestly, he is very embarrassed if he has to express the problems he avoids the most to the man with him at this time.
The question that most made him question others.
Of money.
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