The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 70. Satnights
Chapters 70. Satnights
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"Let me feel, the warmth of your loving touch!"
(Taken from the lyrics of Glen Fredly's song ~ Kasih Putih)
A week passed, this Saturday Dhira who is ready will be picked up by Abhimanyu. Raka had also been away with Indra since this afternoon. Not to forget he brought souvenirs of his made products, to be brought to the house of his former in-laws.
Dhira was wearing a knee-length dress, a casual dress with peach color wrapped her body that looked densely seductive. Not to forget the vanilla perfume, he sprays into his body. A necklace with blue eyes further enhance its appearance. Her brown hair was beautifully broken, who would have thought that such a beautiful woman was a one-child widow.
Abhimanyu was ready to pick up Dhira, and they never ate out either. Dhira said if he did not want to show their closeness too much, considering Dhira has not pocketed permission from his family, especially his son Raka.
Yoke! Yoke! Yoke!
The glass door was knocked, Dhira smiled. Abhimanyu had apparently arrived, he opened the lock of his frame. A new habit, Abhimanyu always passes through the back door of his frame.
"CCC, CK, CK . Pretty, where are you going?" Abhimanyu chuckled in admiration, then teased Dhira whose fragrance began to arouse his manhood.
" Want to go to the market?, put on some more!"
Abhimanyu chuckled, he was glad Dhira was now more straightforward in their relationship. He is happy because Dhira is not too closed.
"Dhir!" the call that Dhira began to get used to, as a sign that Abhimanyu would devour himself spontaneously.
And sure enough, now Abhimanyu grabbed Dhira's waist and grabbed the ripe lips. " I miss it, when I meet once a week" whispered Abhimanyu.
Yes, Dhira did not allow Abhimanyu to openly visit him. Because Raka is still in no mode to herself.
Abhimanyu still aggressively Melu*mat lips with the taste of Cherry. The result of a lipthin sweep, which Dhira smeared onto her lips. Mutual evoke a burning longing.
"Mas!" dhira's face implied that Abhimanyu should be more patient.
"Later I'll try to give Raka some understanding, but not now!" Dhira rubbed Abhimanyu's cheek. The man grabbed the hand that was stuck to his cheek, peeking softly as if there were no fingers.
"We're leaving now!"
There are no dates outside, nor street events. Although Abhimanyu was upset, but this was better than not meeting. Feeling like a woman is not real, but what else can she do. His heart was already anchored to the charm of Abhimanyu, a man reckless with all his goodness.
Overnight in a luxury apartment owned by Abhimanyu is what Dhira can do, and early in the morning he must go home to the shophouse. Just like a farmer. The time even equalled the mlijo traders who left early in the morning to peddle various vegetables.
Starting from out parking until arriving at the apartment unit, Abhimanyu did not remove the slightest item of Dhira's body, whether his brain was crazy if he was with the woman. His power is always challenged when he is with the woman he loves.
They arrive at the apartment, and dinner is always the first thing they do. Nothing special, but they always make the simple things special.
"Where can you help?" ask Abhimanyu on the sidelines of their meal.
"Not yet, most of him can't be full day. Average office hour"
"Dizziness me" Dhira pursed her lips, making Abhimanyu seem to want to devour her.
"Patience, find a suitable one. Who could be a friend to you"
"You I didn't want to" Abhimanyu said just before he put a mouthful in his mouth.
"Don't want, aware that the mas who chose the fall he was even afraid. Work is not out of disdain for us but out of fear!"
"Fear the same respect it's different mas!"
Abhimanyu frowned, "So all this time you thought Devan was scared of me?"
"CK, how about Devan. Don't baper!" said Dhira chuckling, it seems like the man in front of him was offended.
"Yes, reduce the dictatorial nature, many people tell it with the word for help!" dhira glanced at Abhimanyu.
"Yes, my future wife seems to be a savior for all my men!" sahut Abhimanyu. They are used to eating by chatting, Abhimanyu is happy to be a listener of Dhira. And Dhira was also happy, because Abhimanyu always wanted to obey what he complained.
They complement each other, oh if Raka is not antipathy towards him. It is certain he will ask Dhira as soon as possible.
Dhira tidied up the dirty dishes of their used night food, Dhira refused to be too pampered. He deftly cleaned all the furniture, and since Abhimanyu's relationship with Dhira closer the big refrigerator is now full of various foods and kitchen materials.
Abhimanyu hugged Dhira from behind, he kissed the niche of Dhira's neck that was rinsing the used plate earlier. " Yes!" Dhira wriggling amusedly.
"I can't afford our Dhir like this, I said to Raka?" abhimanyu's face was lethargic.
"I invite him to buy the latest PS, or the best volleyball school!" Abhimanyu thought he would give a tribute so that he could easily get permission from the bull boy.
"Raka's not an easy kid to bribe!" said Dhira whirring the plate to the large stainless shelf.
"How about I tell your mom!"
Deg
When Abhimanyu mentioned his mother's name, he became stunned. Last week was the turning point for his feelings for Abhimanyu. Bu Kartika blatantly asked Dhira to get to know each other with Arya.
Bu Kartika only considers the family of Lady Regina is limited to a good rich person, who can know because Raka is friends with Jodhi. Never once thought that they were close at the moment.
"Don't be a mas, momuk has never even talked about us" said Dhira.
Anxiety began to hit Dhira's heart. He had said if he did not want to open his heart to new people, Dhira said to his mother if he was more comfortable alone. But there is one thing that makes him restless, namely his mother's request to get acquainted with Arya.
Moreover, he realized, if he had ever hurt his mother, and had an impact on his relationship with Indra that ran aground. Again the blessing at this time should be the initial capital for Dhira to step up.
Dhira ignored Arya, because clearly his heart had been tethered to Abhimanyu. A mighty man who has a soft heart like cotton, but life always presents turmoil that comes unexpectedly in its direction.
But seeing her mother in flames while talking about Arya, she became disheartened. Afraid that her mother has too many dreams for her to be close to Arya, she falls in love with Abhimanyu. Love each other more precisely.
But he also did not get to heart if it directly broke his mother's wishes, considering that he had fought his mother and the payment from fighting a mother was a bad fate that led him to become a widow, he said, to this day.
Oh, my God, why does his life seem to enter a strange persolan maze. Can't he be happy with his choice right now?. He loved Abhimanyu so much, though unspoken but Dhira always felt happiness. Moreover, the touch of Abhimanyu that always makes him float many times.
"Mas, I'm sorry. Because it's still so hard!" Dhira palpated Abhimanyu's chest. He is more expressive in showing his feelings.
" I'll be patient" Abhimanyu hugged Dhira and kissed the top of the woman's head. It was a sensitive man, it caught the glare of unease emanating on the cornea of Dhira's black eye.
You're hiding something Dhir, I know that
Abhimanyu sat in his heart, but he did not want to directly ask Dhira. he did not want to ruin his rare night with Dhira tonight, remembering to meet only he had to be patient from Monday to Friday. And already like the laws of nature, the more in waiting felt longer.
Abhimanyu couldn't have let the night go by just to chat. He loves Dhira not only for that, but he wants to have a gentle and soothing companion like Dhira.
Everything he expected was in Dhira, love, gentleness, hospitality, adept at everything.
Abhimanyu fused his lips with Dhira's, the hot kiss he always looked forward to. He touched Dhira's waist, trying to correct the syntax, the solid buttocks of Dhira was not separated from the sweep of his hands that were guerrilla.
He went through each inch of the plump body, with his hands were muscular. Without releasing the kiss, they headed for Abhimanyu's room. And there was the completion of desires for each other.
We need each other, fill the emptiness, want to be satisfied with each other. They did that until midnight. The more often you do, the more your affection grows and takes root. Stuck in the recesses of the heart.
Two human children who are stricken with love, but the universe still invites them both to play around. Put them in a point of trouble, and don't know when it'll all go down.
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