The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 66. Man Is the Wrong Place
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Chapter 66. Man Is the Wrong Place
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"Should I run away from this reality?, have I ever tried to hide. But your smile, keep following!"
(Taken from the lyrics of the forgotten song Iwan Fals~)
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Abhimanyu must immediately stop his kiss, when something down there already feels lacking a place to just perch with unsettled. Tight and his whole body was in the hot air.
Oh my God, half-dead man named Abhimanyu dispels the pity in him. While Dhira cursed himself who always could not resist the pleasant sensation given Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu's body aroma that burst out, as if being therapeutic for his mind that was dry because of the thirst for affection.
"Come here!" Abhimanyu grazed Dhira's hand gently, inviting her to sit on the sofa of his room. For a moment Dhira according.
"Here drink first" Abhimanyu pulled out a bottle of mineral water, from a water showcase in his room.
"Thank you!" dhira replied feeling bad, even though he had slapped Abhimanyu, but the man did not seem to respond to it.
"What hurts?" Dhira felt guilty for slapping, his emotions were really unstable earlier.
Abhimanyu smiled, he was glad Dhira was apparently still worried about him. " I'll even ask you, do your hands hurt?" Abhimanyu chuckles.
"Your hands are common with soft flour dough, while my jaws are hard. Could get sued later if I make Mama Raka's hand hurt!" Abhimanyu chuckles.
"CK, not funny!" Dhira frowned while hitting Abhimanyu's clay-looking arm, for wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt. It actually hurts.
Always Abhimanyu managed to make himself happy even with small things. Then what could he be now?, again he felt lying to his son.
"I'm sorry I kidnapped you!" abhimanyu's face turned rather serious.
"I can't think of anything else but telling Devan to bring you here this way"
"I can't let you shut up like this Dhir!"
Dhira was still silent while biting his lower lip, he had to answer what if Abhimanyu urged himself to be with him, while Raka had clearly rejected Abhimanyu. But far from it all, he did not think that Abhimanyu was this close.
She was just an ordinary woman, not having any advantages but why did the man in front of her treat her like that.
Abhimanyu handsome, good, money. Who can resist the charm of Abhimanyu. Moreover, his mature age, clearly made the man appear superior on various sides.
"Dhira, I want to ask you one thing" Abhimanyu looked at Dhira who was starting to feel troubled.
Dhira began to feel his heart beating fast, the same feeling every time he met Abhimanyu.
"Do you have the same feelings as me?"
Abhimanyu waited for Dhira's lips to open to answer his question, "I do not want all my efforts to be in vain. I just need some confession and honesty from you!"
Dhira is stunned, honestly from the bottom of his heart he likes Abhimanyu, he feels calm when with Abhimanyu, but his life is currently Raka. He is not sure if the road ahead will be easy or not.
"I'm..."
Abhimanyu seemed to be waiting, he read the agitated look from Dhira's face, a look that revealed displeasure.
"Jawab only!"
"Mas, frankly Raka no sama mas Abi!" Dhira spoke with a grim face.
Abhimanyu was speechless, so it was Dhira's problem to block his number. It was a reason for his thought. The woman in front of him was indeed a supermom.
"Raka started talking to me when I came to the shop the other day, I don't know why Raka antipati to mas!" Dhira explained in more detail.
"I can handle that, Raka's problem I just need a little more time!" abhimanyu said, he only wanted his beautiful mother not to be hurt. Abhimanyu as much as possible to make the atmosphere not tense, of course he did not want to lose just by chatting tonight.
"And for Mama Raka?" Abhimanyu looked impatiently waiting for an answer.
Dhira sighed for a moment, he closed his eyes "Honest mas, mas is a good person. And honestly I have the same taste on mas!"
Abhimanyu smiled happily, he wanted to jump right now as well. But he still put on a face as a good listener.
"But I can't go any further, considering the mas sed..."
"What matters is that you want to be with me Dhir, for Raka let it be my duty later. And please don't block my number!"
Dhira slightly chuckled at the final sentence Abhimanyu said, the man could-can still remember the affair of blocking the number when they were talking seriously.
"You don't laugh I'm serious" Abhimanyu smiled, at least Dhira wasn't as shy as before.
"What I can do, I feel like what Gwen said is true!" he returned mellow.
"Everything Gwen says you better skip, I ask you to be patient. Wisang I gave you a duty to take care of the court"
"I love you very much Dhir!
I am the same mas
Dhira was only innate, but he was too embarrassed to reveal.
The two different types of people look silent, staring at each other, Abhimanyu staring at the lips of Dhira who is always tempting. Erotic thoughts suddenly appeared in his brain. The thought of her being on top of Dhira's body was delicious.
"Who's house is this?" abhimanyu's dirty brain was swept away by Dhira's speech, making his daydream scatter into the air.
"Oh this, my apartment!"
"I haven't come home since the three of us had a fight the other day!"
"What?, so I ran away?"
"CK didn't run away, this is my place. I just avoided Gwen!"
Dhira prefers to be quiet when talking about Gwen, her little heart always feels guilty when remembering the woman who is still Abhimanyu's wife.
"Dhira?"
"Yes!" Dhira.
"Sorry!" after making an apology, he grabbed Dhira's possessive lips. He couldn't help but touch the woman he loved.
"Mas!" Dhira pushes Abhimanyu's body, making their kiss come loose for a moment.
"Dhir, may?" the sad face of Abhimanyu spoke from close range, Dhira started to fidget at the moment now .Will he pass the turn of the second tonight with an Abhimanyu touch?.
Not yet able to answer, Abhimanyu kissed the niche of Dhira on the sofa. Made Dhira feel the strange waves all over her body. The taste that Dhira hoped for, the taste that Dhira wanted while still with Indra first, he who rarely touched became the most miserable woman, the most miserable woman, he who thirsts for affection becomes the most vulnerable woman in terms of inner living.
So, can he now let Abhimanyu quench his thirst?
Their lips were clenched, Abhimanyu always managed to make Dhira sigh when the part that became the target of Abhimanyu had been in his grasp. While the lips were still stuck together, Abhimanyu lifted the body of Dhira ala bridal style to the king size bed next to him.
The kiss gradually became heated, their bodies as if demanding more. With a breath Dhira let go of her kiss. His brain begins to feel Dejavu, he again has to forget who he is today.
Abhimanyu has removed the shirt wrapped in his body, now Dhira can clearly see the sixpack Abhimanyu's muscles are clay, the fine hairs that adorn the chest of the field is also not spared from the sweep of his eyes.
For a moment he looked at Abhimanyu's face fixedly, not expecting this perfect man to have ever entered him. And it seems, soon will invite him back to fly through the limits of the wisdom pleasure that ever existed.
He closed his eyes again, as Abhimanyu snatched his lips back without pause. And that night, Dhira and Abhimanyu even repeated the terrible thing that had passed together.
As adult humans are loaded with biological things, of course they already know the consequences of it. But clearly, Dhira is just a woman who longs for affection, and Abhimanyu who feels more confident because he feels needed by the figure of the woman he loves.
Another place another way, another bed another squeak. They wrestled without worrying about the sound of krak krak krak krek which is usually disturbing, sultan mah mattress free from all threats.
Abhimanyu who was seen coming home from carrying Dhira flying towards the highest peak of the most melenakan taste, now lying while managing his breath that is kembis, not much different from Dhira bathed in sweat. AC there seems useless, unfortunate!.
Abhimanyu was not for this alone forced to kidnap Dhira, but all the confessions of the woman next to him earlier, clearly made himself happy. Happiness should be celebrated, no.
While Dhira who always satisfied his inner when with Abhimanyu, again can not do anything, even just to refuse. They're not the boys of yesterday afternoon who don't know this kind of thing.
Abhimanyu could not refuse if Dhira was a woman who was able to make herself feel like a complete man, whose power was needed. And he's proud of it.
But as an experienced man, he can be sure if Dhira will be safe, even though twice he has confined the woman's body.
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Three chapters today mommy up, for kalean gaes.
Let's leave a trail, don't be a dark reader. Who love mommy pray tomorrow can durian crumble😁😁😁
