The Mist In Arumi's Heart

Warm Chocolate

Durant smiled knot. He admitted that Arumi did look very beautiful. During this time, Durant only heard Arumi's name from Edgar's story, when the man asked him to get a tattoo with the woman's name.

Now Durant understood, it was appropriate that Edgar would take off his image as a cassanova and leave all the beautiful girls who had always surrounded him, for the woman who was now his wife.

I looked at Mirella for a moment. The woman was actually no less beautiful than Arumi. But somehow because they look so different. The two women had an aura that seemed to contradict. Is that why Edgar no longer cares about Mirella, making the gray-eyed woman dare to act recklessly?

“I was defeated by that woman, Durant. Mirella has lost. Do you think Edgar can come back to me?” Mirella half muttered.

Durant took a deep breath. He then turned his gaze to Mirella, although the woman preferred to raise her gaze to Edgar.

“Already, Millie! Don't let you have the intention to intrude on someone else's household! It will not make your life happy, even if you manage to get what you want,” Durant said very wisely.

Mirella turned her gaze to the long-haired man. He also smiled. “You know me very well, Durant,” said Mirella with her slightly haughty-sounding speech style.

Durant laughed softly. “Yes, that's why I remind you,” reply the man with his calm demeanor. “Remember Millie! Edgar was my best friend. I was happy when I saw him happy, and I also did not want your freedom this time to be something in vain. Don't do anything stupid, Millie! Don't look for trouble with Edgar, because I won't help you again if Edgar sends you back to jail!” threaten Durant though still with a very calm tone.

Mirella did not respond to Durant's remarks. In his heart he admitted that Durant's words were true. The present Edgar is no longer the Edgar he used to know. Moreover, Edgar has now married Arumi, a woman who has long been the idol of his heart.

The opportunity for Mirella to be able to attract the attention of the handsome man, was probably the same as a speck of small circles in a pile of snow.

The time had already shown at eleven o'clock the night when the party was over. One by one, the guests who came home. So also with Durant and Mirella who say goodbye to the host.

Snow continued to fall that night. Edgar lit a modern fireplace in his room, so the temperature in the room became much warmer.

This is the first winter for Arumi after a long time he returned from Europe and lived in Indonesia. Arumi has to adapt again, at least he will go through that winter until next March.

“I'm cold, honey,” said Arumi after she finished changing into her pajamas. Arumi also wears socks.

“Come!” Edgar stretched out his hand and invited his wife into his arms. Arumi immediately got into bed and went into Edgar's arms. He leaned his body on the chest of the man who was now holding it tightly from behind.

Edgar pulled the blanket and covered part of Arumi's body which looked very comfortable while leaning against him. Many times he kissed the wife's hair. How much it was a miracle for him.

Arumi felt so warm. It is even warmer than a fireplace, which is able to disguise cold temperatures in times of snowy weather saperti today. Edgar held Arumi's body tighter and tighter. It seems like he doesn't want to let go at all.

Arumi closed her eyes as Edgar held her warmly and gently stroked her face. He felt more comfortable around the man. Let the air be so cold out there, for Arumi must now be comfortable with the warmth she receives, from the incredible love given by an Edgar.

“Are you sleepy, Honey?” whispered Edgar while again stroking the soft face of Arumi.

Arumi moved her body spoiled. He placed his hand on the back of Edgar's hand on his stomach. “I'm tired, but I miss you so much,” replied Arumi as she rubbed the back of Edgar's hand gently.

Edgar muttered softly. “Come, turn!” tell it. Arumi immediately turned her body so that now she faced the husband. The man smiled as he gently stroked Arumi's long hair. “What do you want?” ask Edgar with a face full of challenges.

Arumi looked at the husband gently. As usual, he played his eyeballs and smiled. “Warm brown,” he replied in half a whisper.

“I'll make it. Come!” Edgar invites Arumi to the kitchen. He leads the wife who continues to show her happy look. Until they arrived in the kitchen, Edgar just released his hand. He stood right in front of Arumi.

“Wait a minute and warm chocolate will come for you!” edgar said with a big smile that replied the same thing from Arumi. However, before the man passed, he first lifted the slender body of the wife and sat her on the table. “Sit sweetly and do not disturb my concentration!” message again.

Just as Edgar was about to turn around, Arumi quickly reached for the man with his legs which he looped around Edgar's hips. Arumi also wrapped her hands around the man's neck, with her attitude looking very spoiled. The woman smiled sweetly and was very seductive.

“Look! I have not done anything but you have disturbed me,” Edgar said, shaking his head in an inexhaustible sign with the actions of his wife. However, he now reciprocates Arumi's treatment of him.

Edgar then placed his hand on Arumi's hip. Her hips were on when Arumi kissed her affectionately. A kiss that was soft and felt so warm.

Some time they spent on each other melu mata, with tongue games that increasingly tickle, and wake something that has been sleeping soundly. “I told you not to bother me!” edgar said in half a whisper.

Arumi did not answer. The woman laughed softly and kissed her husband again with a hot kiss. Edgar was happy to reply.

A moment later, Edgar stopped his kiss. He then moved to turn off the kitchen lights so that the atmosphere there became dim.

His wife who was still sitting on the table. Edgar grabbed the woman again and took her down from the table. Edgar invited the woman to sit on the warm wood-lined floor. She leaned against the table, while Arumi sat on her lap facing her.

“We can still have fun without having to take off clothes,” whispered Edgar with his right hand who began to slip into the pajamas layered with knit sweaters worn by Arumi.

Arumi smile. The look on his face was strange when he felt Edgar's hand touch his skin, and play something of him. Arumi was only able to slow down while burying his face on the shoulder of the husband, with a sigh that began to feel heavy.