The Tarnished Wife

Eliminate the guilt

“Kak, where are we?” ask Rara.

He saw the speed of Reza's car that had not come out of the toll road.

“To somewhere. I want to take you on vacation,” replied Reza by turning her face at a glance towards the wife with a smile.

“Oh yes? Where?” ask Rara enthusiastically.

“There is, surprise anyway. Let's just say this is a form of my guilt because last night I didn't give you news.”

Rara smiled at her husband.

Reza took his wife to the top. Rara really liked the place. He likes to be in a cool, cool place. He also liked grilled corn while sitting on the peak square.

“This, your favorite grilled corn.”

Rara smiled and accepted the food. It was getting late in the afternoon, even soon the voice of adzan maghrib reverberated. They were deliberately in a place not far from the famous mosque in the area to make it easier for them to carry out their obligations.

“After this where we go?” rara asked while biting the grilled corn.

“Where do you want? Take a walk there while looking for a delicious dinner.” Reza pointed to a fairly crowded area around there that served some food.

Rara nodded with a sweet smile. “Bby.”

“Hmm .. sweet,” Rara said again after oiling the grilled corn.

“Iya, sweet. Especially while looking at you,” said Reza who made Rara smile.

Just this time Reza was racing and somehow found Rara, the husband was a little different. Although Reza often praised her beauty, but it feels like the words that come out of Reza's mouth are now a bit excessive and really dreadful. Not to mention, his body gesture was always attached. Although Reza is possessive but previously he was not as possessive as this.

Reza actually continued to stick like a caterpillar, as if to show everyone that Rara was his and will always be his, no matter what happens to them.

“Kak, you eat goat satay this much?” rara asked as the waiter placed a plate and its contents in front of Rara and Reza.

Now, Rara and Reza are in a restaurant that provides goat satay, chicken satay, gulai, and tongseng. After the Maghrib prayer in the mosque, they walked slowly and looked for food to pull over at this place.

Reza nodded with a smile. “I really want to eat this again, all for stamina.”

“Stamina?” rara asked confusedly.

Reza smile. “Iya, why? How are you confused?’ tanyakanya.

“Ya weird aja.”

“White why?”

“What stamina? What do we want?” Rara asked with a plain face.

Reza laughs. “To miss our long night of course. This time I don't want to lose to you.”

Rara scrunched her forehead. Speakers like this are quite taboo talk for them, but it should not be taboo because they have become a married couple, but neither Reza nor Rara ever talk about bed. Both are passive, but even though Rara is passive, when provoked, she will be more aggressive.

“You're ready, right?” ask Reza.

Rara nodded and smiled. Maybe it will be like a virgin again later, considering that they have not made love for a very long time, in addition to the rest after the surgical removal of the uterus for a long time.

****

“Kak, what the hell. I want to take a shower first,” said Rara who felt Reza's lips touching her neck skin.

“I can't stand it, Darling.”

Rara again scrunched her forehead. Before, it was like this. She always teases her husband for love.

“You've really grown, brother. What do you eat?” asked Rara smiling.

“Yes, eat goat earlier.”

“Emang effect will be direct?” ask Rara.

“It looks like, this proof!” Reza guided Rara's hand to touch hers.

“You are so naughty, Brother.”

Reza smiled and started the action. He keeps on spitting on Rara's body.

“So, I haven't had a shower. Odor tau.”

“Who said? You smell good, honey. Very fragrant.”

With an impatient gesture, Reza lifted the wife's body and laid her down on the bed. Then he began to touch the body from head to toe.

“I will forget everything, from now on I will give you an inner living at all times,” said Reza Lirih, until even Rara who was flying did not hear the words.

I don't know what's underlying Reza who has changed his mind? Did Reza make a mistake that night to accept Rara's mistake?

In Paris, Zayn could not focus on his work.

"Stop! repeat again" said Zayn on the model in front of him using French.

"One, two, three." Zayn started to point the camera and aim at it precisely.

Czechoslovak.

"Bk, Bad. Very Bad" Zayn grumbled in English. He was upset with the results of his shot that was never good this morning.

Every time the shot actually seen the face of Rara who smiled sweetly from the camera lens, also the face of Rara who was under it also flashed.

"Ah, shit." annoyed Zayn when he saw the results on the camera that no one thought okay.

"Lu, why bang?" ask Zayn's assistant who is from Indonesia.

Zayn just shook his head.

"Yes have a rest first" said Zayn's male assistant.

Zayn asked for a break and sat down while massaging his temple.

“Ra, I missed you? I miss being in your body. Are you there doing it?” asked Zayn in a loud mutter. He spoke in Indonesian so that only the assistant understood what he was saying.

“Hah.” Zayn breathed and got up from his seat to try to refocus on his work.