The Untouched Heart

Chapter 117 - Love The Love

I haven't explained anything yet, Za came out of the dining room. My plate is still full, so I can't catch up. After all he's not going anywhere, we live together in this house. I decided to finish my meal before talking to him.

“Master would like a warm drink for me to deliver to the next room?” yuyun asked when I finished eating. I refused and thanked him.

I let out a long sigh before entering the room where Za and the children were. But he wasn't there. There was only Hadi and Ara sitting side by side on the sofa with their eyes fixed on the television screen.

“Mama and Dira to where, Hadi?” ask me while sitting by his side.

“Dira was already sleepy, so Mama accompanied her to the room, Pa,” she replied without taking her eyes off the television.

Alright. He's not avoiding me. The show they watched was a children's movie. Not usually Ara just according to the spectacle other than about animal life. I checked my phone when it vibrated. The incoming call from Mama, I ignored it. So that there is no more interference, I turned off my phone.

“Pa, what is love? Is love the same as love?” ask Hadi suddenly.

My intelligent son often surprises me with his question. Za was more flexible in answering her questions, whereas I took longer to compile digestible words for a child her age.

“Iya, Son. Love is the same as darling,” I replied cautiously.

“Grandmother said, Papa and Mama often fight because they love each other. Then why can't Dira and I fight over toys, Pa? We both love each other too.” He looked at me seriously. What he meant was definitely last night.

“Son, you made your sister cry. That's not good.” I grabbed his shoulder. He looked at me for a moment. “Good men should protect women close to him, not make him sad. Especially your own sister.”

“Mama also once cried after a fight with Papa,” he said.

“When?” I just feel bad.

“Yesternight. Two days ago. Mama also cried earlier when she entered this room,” she said slowly. “Kata Grandma, Mama used to just obey with what Papa said. But not anymore. Mama didn't love Papa. Why don't Mom and Dad make up? I'd rather see Papa and Mama laughing together.”

Mama said that to Hadi? Za loves me? Did ya? Since when? We've been divorced for five years, there's no way she loves me. When we were together, he showed absolutely no sign that he had any special feelings for me.

The door of the room opens. I looked at who came in. “Hadi, it's time to go to sleep,” Za said as she extended her hand.

“Good, Ma.” Hadi immediately jumped down from the sofa.

“Let me accompany him to the room.” I stood up from my seat. Za looked at me for a moment, then nodded her head. He looks sad.

After Hadi fell asleep, I met Za in Dira's room. Turns out he wasn't there. Our daughter is sleeping well. I kissed her cheek and said good night before coming out of her room. I stared at the door of the room where my woman had been for a while. What am I supposed to do?

“Why are you just standing there?” His voice was coming from behind me. “What are you looking for me? I was in the kitchen for a while to get some drinking water.”

I turned my head and saw she was so beautiful with her hair draped and wearing her silk coat. My body even signaled that she agreed with what I was thinking. But we need to talk. I immediately brushed aside the thought of kissing her all-out in this corridor.

Instead of opening my mouth and starting to talk, I took the glass out of his hand and placed it on a sideboard near us. Then I didn't hold myself back from kissing her lips that had been teasing me ever since I returned to this house. In contrast to her mouth that often rejected me, her lips accepted me enthusiastically.

“Shortly,” I said as I managed to keep my face away from her. He complained slowly.

“You always do this. It wasn't me who gave the confusing signal. But you.” He pushed me, I kept holding him.

“We need to talk.” I stroked her cheek trying to ask for her understanding.

“If you want to talk about the woman, I don't want.” He tried to push my body again. I looked at him for a moment to see what was making him angry. Hm. Woman jealous.

“Good.” I took her hand and took her to our room. I closed the door and pushed her body against the solid wood. “You don't want to talk, then what do you want?” His eyes fell on my lips. But he immediately looked back towards my two eyes.

“Good. We can talk,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Lofer.” I closed the distance between us and kissed her. When I felt her return my kiss, it was all I needed to continue this.

I don't know where the tall and sturdy fort went, but I didn't feel what I felt when I was going to have sex with him before we parted. Or when we were in the villa. The fortress that once made me stop when we were almost one again.

I don't regret waiting for five years to feel this paradise with him. When I managed to unite myself with him, we didn't just fuse physically. I could feel our souls, hearts, and minds melding together. My tears fell because of it. We never fucked this seintens.

“I love you, Za,” I whispered as I hugged her tightly. I won't let him out of my grasp again.

“I love you more, Hendra,” he said slowly. I opened my eyes. I framed her face with both hands and pointed her face at me.

“What did you say?” I just don't believe it. My heart was pounding faster, afraid that I had heard the wrong sentence.

“My love for you is greater than your love for me, Mahendra Satya Mighty,” he said arrogantly.

“Must be sure. My greater love,” I said I don't want to lose.

“Ow, the venerable Mr. Mahendra cannot accept defeat, yes. You said you loved me. I replied by saying that I was more. More.”

“Why are you talking like a drunk?” I sat down intending to go to the bathroom. Seeing him still curled up on the bed, a prank idea popped into my head.

“I'm drunk because of your love,” god. I lifted her body on my shoulder. “Hendra! What are you doing?! Lower me! My head is dizzy.”

I lowered it in the tub, then lit the shower water. He immediately shivered in the cold. I laughed to see it. Retaliation time. She wanted to get out of the bathtub, but I held her body. We made love again before we cleaned our bodies.

“We are no longer young, do you think I still have the strength to serve you as much as you want?” she complained as I helped dry her hair with a hair dryer in the bathroom.

“Start tomorrow, you will exercise with me.”

“No,” protest quickly.

“Darling, you still think you can fight me in physical terms? I'll just take you to the bathroom, change your clothes, and take you to the yard. If necessary, I'll have Ara chase after you so you'll jog with me.”

“How about this?” She smiled seductively and looked me in the eye through our reflection in the mirror. “I won't complain again every time we make love.”

“It's too late. You will still jog with me from tomorrow.” I turned off the dryer and put it on the counter. “And we will register our marriage again. You agree?” She nodded quickly, turned her body around, and kissed me until we both were out of breath. “Come, time to sleep.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, he walked to the other side of the bed. I turned off the room lights and left only one table lamp still on. Za sat on the edge of the bed with her back pointed at me.

“What's up?” I was surprised to see him not lying down. He turned his body around and showed me one medicine board.

“Can I take this medicine?” tanyanya slow. “This pregnancy-preventing drug.”

“Why do you keep the medicine in your nightstand drawer?” manya suspect. He rolled his eyeballs.

“Because I didn't want to get pregnant again when you walked into my room like three years ago,” she replied offended. I ruined the mood again. “What do you think? I sleep with careless men so always provide medicine in the drawer?”

“I'm sorry.” I sat down and approached him. I don't want to make him angry. I took the medicine out of his hand, then hugged it. “My answer is no. You don't need to take that medicine.”

“But I came a month about two weeks ago,” he said worriedly.

“You won't get pregnant that easily. Don't worry.”

“You do not know that your seed is determined to be strong just like its owner.” He sounds frustrated. I laughed hearing that. “How about I get pregnant?”

“I will be in charge. I will definitely marry you,” I said teasingly. He looked at me for a moment, then we laughed together.

“We are not students who are secretly trying to make love, Hendra,” protested while hitting my chest softly.

“Then, stop troubling yourself. You are pregnant is a gift, do not be rejected.”