The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 183. Unexplained Jealousy
Chapters 183. Unexplained Jealousy
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" The so-called love, the visible, the sensed, the tempestuous!"
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The acid in the salt mountain in the sea, it meets in the lake. No matter how complex the story, and the extent of any stretch of distance created. The one called soul mate, will definitely mingle together soon.
And apparently, after his heart languished because his story with Dhira that ran aground in the middle of the road he should swallow sincerely. Arya who had known Septa since she studied medicine at the same university, only realized that the woman who holds the title as Doctor Obgyn had more feelings for her.
Arya, who had just been heartbroken and devastated to learn that Dhira contained the seeds of Abhimanyu when they were about to marry, made Septa an escape.
A little bit nasty, but that's the truth.
But not in the guts, Septa who is sincere and has a jolly attitude actually won the heart of Arya who actually does not have too much sense of Septa.
Arya, who initially only seeks an outlet, now does not even want to lose Septa like she lost Dhira.
" Oh Arya!" Dhira spontaneously mentioned the name of the man who was busy scrolling his phone.
Arya was actually a bit surprised when she saw Dhira. Not expecting if they will meet again, after a few months ago they had time to spin in the maelstrom of a complicated story.
" Oh, Dhira.how are you?" Arya was acting ordinary. The man immediately then looked at Abhimanyu who looked sour-faced.
" I..good!" Dhira suddenly felt awkward. He realized, the last impression they broke communication is very bad. But, there's Septa there. Make him have to be B.
" What about Arya?" Dhira extends her hand to Arya. The man momentarily stared at Dhira's hanging hand for a few seconds, then immediately shook it.
" I'm good too!" Arya smiled as their hands shook each other.
Now that he had no feelings for Dhira, time was indeed the best wound healer. He looked at Abhimanyu who was looking at him unfriendly. Dhira's husband seems to be still building thick and high walls against Arya.
" Do you know each other?" Septa looked at Arya, Dhira and Abhimanyu in turn.
" We.." Dhira's words evaporated into the air.
" Ahem, sorry doctor. You'll have an event, and we better get home now!" Abhimanyu suddenly felt uncomfortable.
" Oh, well Mr. Abhimanyu. I apologize for not being able to accompany the conversation as usual!" Septa who did not know the track record of the three of them, prepared naturally.
Dhira suddenly felt that her husband was behaving like never before.
" Our doctor said goodbye!"
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Dhira felt her husband was suddenly strange. The man, who fathered the fetus he was carrying, remained silent as he maneuvered violently at the Septa doctor's office.
" Why is it?" ask Dhira who can't stand being let go.
" Why not!" the answer was short with a focus on the wheel.
" Why are you, I'm wrong?" Dhira felt Abhimanyu sulking.
Abhimanyu did not respond to his wife. He chose to drive his car at high speed. And in a short time, they were home.
Abhimanyu darted towards his room, and Dhira followed in haste. Abhimanyu is seen increasing the temperature of the AC in his room. He feels sultry.
Mas Abi why the hell?
Inner Dhira in heart, while wanting to change his clothes.
The clothes Abhimanyu wore, he just threw it on the floor. A moment later he turned over Dhira's busy body about to hang his clothes.
Abhimanyu hurriedly kissed Dhira's lips. Rough and dusty.
Dhira who got such an attack rounded his eyes. What's with her husband's mind.
Abhimanyu ignored the protests of Dhira. He quickly stripped his wife of her clothes. Making Dhira now only wear his underwear.
Dhira resigned and now trying to obey what she wanted from her husband.
Abhimanyu put his wife to bed slowly, gently and demanding. The man took off his pants quickly. Throw it in any direction.
Dhira asked with a heart to look at the body of her husband who was now half naked. Without waiting for long, Abhimanyu now creeps on his wife's crazy body. Abhimanyu melu*mat Dhira's lips quickly. The sound of their paging was even clearly heard in the room.
Abhimanyu tracked his wife's body wildly. As if it was his, only his. The red ownership stamp, now printed clearly here and there.
Dhira who felt his body being fed by electric current, immediately jumped. Foreplay is in a hurry.
Abhimanyu threw away Dhira's breastplate quickly. A moment later he kissed Dhira's breastplate, melu*mat and took a passionate sip. Abhimanyu is a possessed man.
Not stopping there, the kiss that continues to occur is increasingly igniting the heat of the two men, the man looks down on his wife, making Dhira longing, he said, and wanted more from the sudden attack that Abhimanyu did.
The kiss continued, as if it was not enough to just hug and hold each other. The chest of Dhira is now hardened. Indicates if the woman also wants more touch than Abhimanyu.
" You're just mine!" abhimanyu whispered in Dhira's ear with a heavy and raucous voice.
Dhira tightened her body, wrapping both her hands around her husband's burly and muscular back. Dhira now knew, her husband was ignited by jealous flames.
Abhimanyu made sure the bottom of his wife was moist and ready to enter. The man positioned his already hardened and stiffened bottom, right in front of his wife's groin.
Both of Dhira's legs were now raised in front of Abhimanyu's chest, Dhira closed her eyes as she felt a large, hard object slowly entering her. The slow incoming movement from Abhimanyu made Dhira sigh.
It was big and tight that made Dhira float right then and there. Favoury and full of love.
Her husband had kissed her at this moment. Very exciting and impressed full of emotion and obvious jealousy.
Abhimanyu placed his hands under Dhira's head. The man's arm and thigh muscles were seen to harden and tighten at the same time, as his body began to stomp at a slow speed towards the fast.
Dhira's body was tightly attached to Abhimanyu. The tops of their chests touched each other, giving rise to hot sparks that ignited voluptuous and intoxicating waves.
" You'll just be mine!" Abhimanyu still had time to proclaim himself to his wife on the sidelines of their hot scenes. He wants Dhira to know, if he is being overwhelmed with jealousy.
Dhira went down the muscles of her husband's sturdy arm while supporting his head. The man stomped his body with a quick movement.
Waves of pleasure that Dhira can enjoy and feel so intact. Dhira really could not run away from her husband anymore.
Abhimanyu's movements are getting faster, continuing to make Dhira grimace pain mixed with pleasure that makes his body shake because of the impact of the big body nan burly.
The king size mattress even now shakes. In line with the movement of Abhimanyu who hit his wife's body with a fast and strong tempo.
That seemingly inexhaustible energy, now makes Dhira at the highest peak of worldly pleasure ever. Along with Abhimanyu who released the liquid of jealousy to Dhira.
Abhimanyu grabbed Dhira's lips quickly as he reached the peak of his action just now. Something plentiful and moist now Dhira felt pulsating and exploding at the base of her thighs.
Making those two innocent bodies sweat at that early hour. Gasping for breath, they embrace each other, the feeling of mutual love and longing that is increasingly fostered after the action of their morning spice.
Abhimanyu tidied up Dhira's messy haircut because of her recent actions. He could not see Dhira shaking Arya's hand.
" Don't do anything like that. Especially with Arya!" Abhimanyu now impaled Dhira from above while uttering Honesty regarding his jealousy.
" Are you jealous?" dhira asked, looking closely at her husband's face, which was now not far away.
" very!!!!!! I don't want to see you holding Arya's hand again like that. I can break his hand if that happens!"
" Yes!!! we have to be happy dong. It turns out that Doctor Septa is the same as Ar...."
" Abhimanyu stuffed his wife's mouth with his lips as he was about to name the man who made her jealous!"
" Mmmmmm!" Dhira smacked her husband's naked back, because he couldn't breathe.
" I told you not to mention another man's name when we make out. I don't like it!"
Dhira let out a long sigh, then what should she do?
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