The Married With Ketos

Terror again?

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The tray and its contents had fallen to the floor and scattered there. Agam was surprised not to play listening to the words of Bianca. "I mean?" tanyanya. He was still silent in his position. Experiencing tremendous shock.

"Gue, want to go home to my parents."

Hearing the statement, Agam suddenly moved from his place, approaching Bianca, not heeding the pain he could feel as a result of his footing on the broken glass shafts scattered on the floor.

He immediately hugged the woman in a lying position. His body was lower than Bianca, that is, his head in the woman's belly. "Jwngwan twingwalin gwe.." he muttered in Bianca's stomach. His shoulders look shaky. To make Bianca's forehead cringe confused. What's this guy? his inner. Even dozens of times the apology said to the man who was hugging him while crying as he pleased. Just like a child who is afraid of being abandoned by his mother.

"So why the hell? is that as sad as I go?"

Agam looked up to show his face because his tears were melted. "Don't stay with me.." he said raucously. "Promise, never to repeat again, get drunk until you don't realize someone is kissing. But, I swear Bi, I didn't realize, I didn't want-"

In the chattering seconds of Agam, explaining in detail about it, Bianca's hand stretched out, resting the man's hair back then next, cupping his jaw, cupping his jaw, occasionally rubbing the tears of Agam who continued to go down without command. Her husband is really a crybaby. Immediately, Bianca repeatedly mangosteen in response to the exposure of Agam. After the man finished tweeting, Bianca lowered her head and gave a kiss on her husband's forehead. Agam's eyes spontaneously closed got a brief kiss.

"Udah, don't cry anymore. What a crybaby!" maki Bianca was half joking.

Agam gleaned while rubbing his nose reddened by crying. "Then from that, don't stay me.."

"Wouldn't be long Brother, I just miss Mommy and Dad. I want to meet them."

"Huh?" Agam suddenly speechless with this.

"Why?" Bianca became astonished herself to see the dazed-looking Agam.

Agam took off a hug, and pulled himself away from Bianca, slightly distancing their distance. "Wait a minute, so, you mean, going home to lo-'s parents doesn't mean to end our marriage?"

"Huh?" Replace Bianca again who parroted. "Tok so end the wedding anyway?"

Agam stretched his position, covering the surface of his eyes with his arms. Damnit damnit! only harming her tears!

"Sister?"

"Hm?" Agam looked at Bianca who was now holding her stomach, "Hunger.." he said.

Agam inching, slashing the distance and Bianca. He placed his palm on the woman's forehead. "It's still hot." he muttered. "Eating up, taking medication" he added, getting out of bed. Intending to go to the kitchen again to get new food for Bianca.

Something I forgot. His leg was injured by a glass shrapnel. As a result, his steps limped towards the kitchen.

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Most when treating the wound will grimace or whimper in pain. Agam is different, he laughs when Bianca smears alcohol on the soles of her feet. Blame the position of his wound there until he's keen. "Bi, hahaha. I'm not strong, amused." he said. I don't know how many times he laughed. Even his stomach was already cramping.

"Diem!" Bianca held Agam's feet moving here and there. Then again apply the cotton to the palm of Agam. That again made the laughter again explode. "Udah Bi, already, not treated nor papa." he said already ngosan. Incidentally, Bianca had also finished treating it. After attaching the plaster to some parts of Agam's wound, Bianca packed the drug back to its original place, namely in the P3K box. Then put the P3K back to its starting place on the table. Before returning to bed, she grabbed the nail clippers on the dresser.

His nails were long enough, he had to cut them. Given that if Bu Bona aka the killer teacher raided the nails, the long pistol that became the mainstay weapon, it is usually not kidding if the tread is right on the back of the hand.

Bianca sat on the bed, cutting her whole nails. Starting from the nails of a pair of his feet, to a pair of his hands. It all did not escape the attention of Agam who was now bare-chested, middle of his stomach on the mattress while supporting his chin with two hands, two legs raised moving indistinctly.

It is not Bianca's activity that is cutting the nail that he noticed. But Bianca's face looks serious.

"Done it." Bianca stared at her neatly cut nails. Looking at Bianca who was done, it was her turn again. Agam got up, changed his position to sit cross-legged. He stretched out his hand, aiming for Bianca to cut off her nails as well. "Cuttingin." she asked. Bianca said, grabbing Agam's big hand violently. Although a little sincere, he still completed Agam's letter painstakingly.

In the midst of his activities, Agam stole some kisses on the temple, forehead and nose. Bianca to the point of making it.

"Aren't you able to do it anyway?!" bianca's jolt began to get upset over the random acts committed by Agam. Instead of being silent, just next to his idle arm was now lifted, the next second he took Bianca's head and he clamped in between her arms.

"That kwak agwam!!!" Bianca rebelled, fortunately Agam let her off the hook in order to see her next reaction.

"Ihhh huekkk!!" Bianca pretended to vomit. I looked up at his wife's reddened face.

"Lo don't know, the hadith about kissing the husband's ketek can get the reward of a meteor." kelakar Agam became an impromptu comedian. Make Bianca tick. "Idihh hadith perverted from where?!!"

"Dear not, let's get rasain ketek Abang." Agam unceasingly harassed Bianca who continued to avoid him.

"That's right! away Brother!!"

"Here baby.." Agam went up from the bed, quickly headed towards Bianca who was about to get out of the room. Before the woman managed to get out, she quickly pushed back the door that had been slightly opened by his wife. He locked it later.

His hands were resting on two sides of the door shutting Bianca there. Bianca, who was initially on her back, turned around, looking up to look at Agam's face.

They both looked at each other with different meanings. Agam looked at him with his ignorant look while Bianca with her pouting expression.

Cup.

Agam's lips landed on his forehead.

Cup, cup.

Continue on Bianca's right and left cheeks with lightning. Bianca shoved Agam's firm chest so that he could be freed from his restraints. "Huh, it's brother!"

Cup

Then lastly, Agam's kiss landed right on Bianca's lips, just a glance. When lingering fear kebablasan again. Bianca's body won't be able to.

"Sister!" Bianca almost squealed as Agam lightly lifted her small body and held her koala-style. The man took her to bed. Not yet lowered Bianca, she inched into the middle of the mattress, leaning her back against the bed rest. While Bianca, still confined in her arms. In the position of Agam is at the bottom and Bianca is at the top, being embraced by Agam. Bianca rebelled a little because she felt claustrophobic with Agam's tightly wound girth on her waist, hiding Bianca's head on her bare chest.

"Don't move a lot Bi, you want me to look again?" agam Pemwarri.

"Eat him, loose first your embrace! this second!" Bianca hit Agam's burly arm that was resting on his waist. Agam immediately loosened the embrace of hearing that. Bianca finally breathes freely.

If you are not working, Agam really likes to prank Bianca, as at this time for example, both hands of Agam stretched out, cupping Bianca's cheeks and pressing it firmly until the lips of the master cone. "Moor!" Bianca hit Agam's hand.

"What the hell is that, baby? not very clear." Little laugh.

In the middle of their second activity, suddenly their house bell rang, they could hear it. It managed to make the activities of Agam who harassed his wife was restrained. "Who?" ask Bianca who doesn't know either.

"Lo is the same as me?" Bianca pointed to herself, to Agam with a nod, perhaps a friend of Bianca.

The woman spread her shoulders not knowing. "Don't know."

The bell kept ringing and Bianca had to move from there to see who it was. Before he really moved, Agam held him back. "No, I'm here, you're here."

Bianca looked at Agam for a moment. Surely her husband is afraid if the incident where they are in terror, it is repeated. But-his leg hurts again. Therefore, Bianca has convinced herself, let herself open the door. He shook Agam's hand. "No, sister, I did. Anyway, your leg still hurts, right?"

"Gue come with ya? scared---"

"Yes-yes." Bianca immediately interrupted Agam's speech. To be honest, he was scared too. All right, if Agam insists on coming down. Just in case. Both of them went out of the room.

Arriving at the main door, the two of them looked at each other first before Bianca opened the door.

Empty, no one. But--------- but

Right in front of the doorway was a yellow tulip. Agam who did not want to make Bianca shocked like that time, had already taken action first, he crouched down, took the flower.

When he turned it over, there were patches of thick blood there. Don't forget, there was a piece of paper listed on the flower, 'DEATH' the writing was exactly the same as back then. His sight circled around. There's no one.

"Whose flowers are you?" ask Bianca behind Agam. Agam got up from his squat, had not turned to Bianca, he suddenly threw the flower into the trash so that Bianca did not see it. He didn't want to scare his wife.

"No Bi, maybe the flower of my fanatic fans." Agam restores his hair back like a person who spreads charm, so that Bianca is not curious about the flower anymore.

"Curtain!" Bianca squeaks at the sewot while coming back inside the house. The man looks annoying when it is in maximum pede mode. Agam chuckled, catching up with his wife.

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