The Primadona

Chapter 35 The Sacred Flower

I parked the car and headed to the receptionist. After talking for a while a man drove himself to a room on the second floor. Room 208, our steps stopped at the door. The man pointed his thumb towards the door hinting that it was the room Dimitri had booked.

"Good married long night, sir.""

"Thank you ...." I answered while holding the doorknob after ringing the bell.

Within seconds the door opened, I gawked in. Mitri closed the door again. I turned around and hugged her tightly from behind. Do not wait for the order to inhale the back wrapped in clothes syar'i toska with a hijab pashmina senada.

Mitri did not then turn his body, he embraced my neck with his back, without permission I gave a small bite and a kiss on his neck, but still in a dress.

This hand turned his body violently. Our eyes clashed, but Mitri did not know when his fingers rubbed this temple, I bit my lips withstanding the extreme pain. Luckily the room bulb he turned off.

I carried Mitri's body, this time he seemed to wear a veil, only showing his beautiful eyeballs, although dark I could see the beauty, he looked at me with the same gaze.

"Have you waited, long time? Love ...." I whispered a question.

"No, it's." Mitri answered while his fingers were agile to unbutton the shirt I was wearing. Her soft fingers are already good at unbuttoning Jeans pants as well apparently. I smile and enjoy every touch.

"It's impatient, yes." my god as he opened the hijab that covered the brown hair along the well-groomed shoulder.

Now that his hair was out, our clothes had fallen on the floor. I paused the activity for a moment and stepped into the corner of the room, my bag had been placed up there after dropping Mitri's body on the bed.

"Replace ...." Mitri pulled this hand.

"In a moment, dear." He refused to let go of his hand. Make this self back to self-depositing. We are dissolved in turmoil, almost this self forgets to wear health safety. Deftly I was wearing earlier asking first Mitri what sense he wanted to taste.

Lemon apparently, haa, different tastes with others. Mitri was different, which is why I fell in love with him.

My sore jaw and ribs are gone no longer felt. We talked before falling asleep after repeating. At my request Mitri agreed to a second game without additional tips I said, free! We laughed and forgot all about it, tonight it was like ours.

The sun came in through the reflection without a curtain, awakening deeply. I woke up and turned to Mitri who was still hiding behind the blanket, he hid his innocent body. I stroked aside the beautiful hair that covered half of the face. My chest is pounding, when it is seen by me bruises on his eyes and cheeks.

Slowly rubbing my finger gently on the bruise on her cheek, Mitri held back the pain and hissed, then put away my hand, but Mitri was still asleep and back behind hiding covering her face. Makes me take a long breath. It seems he's not okay.

I got down to pick up the clothes one by one that fell down, then walked to the bathroom to clean myself, then after finishing immediately ordered breakfast.

I let Mitri in deep, without wanting to tease, maybe he was tired let my time to accompany him, anyway there is no job that I take for the next few days.

The sound of a double rang, I deftly opened the door. Hotel waiter delivers orders. Warm milk my message will make Mitri fit again, I let him and enjoy a cup of milk coffee alone by eating bread to prop up the stomach for a moment.

In my heart I wondered what was wrong with him why he was battered? Who would do that to a beautiful woman as gentle as Mitri? I don't think I'll accept him being treated harshly.

Somehow to end this my emotions like to explode, sometimes even careless when making decisions and fatal. Mitri also woke up for a long time, until several times I woke him, but remained faithful to hide behind a blanket.

I lay down on the same bed, watching Mitri's face which she no longer hid. Not a second away from this gaze, Mitri smiled as her eyes looked at me.

His fingers rubbed this temple, I grabbed his hand and gave him a kiss. Grasping tightly his fingers, and began to peek tanya while rubbing soft bruises on his face.

"You, why? Love ...."

"Come, tell. It's okay."

"You've just bruised, Bum." Jemari Mitri rubbed this temple, I immediately prevented. It still seems to hurt.

"Yes, it's okay, I'm right, men are used to fighting."

"But---"

"But, what? Come on tell me." I'm a little pushy.

"I don't want to burden people's minds."

"Come on, I'm not someone else. I'm men ...." This tongue immediately stopped speech, too rash to tell the heart.

Mitri began to tell stories accompanied by sobs. I hugged him for comfort. Then, covering her innocent body using a blanket, apparently this beautiful woman had received KDRT from her ex-husband. Her husband wanted to go back, and asked her for a biological ration. Mitri refused hard until finally the commotion between the two was inevitable. That was why Mitri's physical abuse was accepted.

I took a deep breath, it felt so painful to hear his words. Mitri wants to go far, out of nowhere and he wants to get married so that someone will protect him, Mitri explained as he sobbed increasingly higher.

Mitri distanced my body, his fingers opened the tosca bag that was beside him. He paid money for my services.

"This, Bum. Less is?" tanyanya while reaching for the bag, taking money again.

"Enough, Mit."

"Tips?"

"No need, honey. I should have paid you, shouldn't I have asked for last night?" I'm teasing tanya. Mitri widened his smile.

"Thks--"

"Yes, take a shower. We're having breakfast together."

Mitri glanced at me, maybe he was surprised. Usually I go hunting with the clock, but not this time, I want to be his friend and entertain breakfast.

Mitri looks happy he deftly went into the room by wearing only a blanket covering his plain body. Not long ago he was back with just wearing a pink towel closing the knee limit. I was amazed, Mitri was so perfect that his flawless face hid behind a veil and his shar'i clothes made me even more admiring.

Sometimes Mitri throws a smile at me. He knew that these eyes had not escaped him since. After polishing the face with makeup, Mitri again closed the aurat, only getting eyeballs and fingertips that are flattened.

"Hey! Beaver!"

"Ah, sorry. I'm speechless."

"What?" Mitri is now in front of these eyes, his fingers rub this temple, making my eyes round.

I hugged both of Mitri's hips that had hung both of her hands around my neck, we hugged. It feels so peaceful dating her.

We went out soon, and we had breakfast first.