The Voice of the Husband
Refusing
The lips with an open angle were slowly starting to approach the ranum lips in front of him. Sticking it for a while. Then start sipping slowly the sweetness that is created naturally.
The owner of the lips, just shut up. Enjoy every little demanding gentle movement. Slowly but surely, her lips opened. Letting the tongue remove every tooth neatly lined up in the mouth.
"Mommy?"
The voice of the little boy who was sleeping soundly, managed to make the lip pagutan after an instant. Almost reached nirvana, but crashed instantly.
The eyeballs of the two then glanced towards the tiny one who was now slowly gnawing. Glued in place. Still confused by what he saw.
Nah! Her holy eyes are stained!
"Darling, are you awake?" Nara approached Yumna who was silent in the place without speaking.
"Darling, are you hungry?" naren's turn was approaching, but Yumna just rolled back. Dodging, while shouting, "Ngga want to be the same daddy!! Yumna's scared!!"
The tiny face chose to hide on a soft pillow in white. Don't want to see the face of the daddy who looks so melas.
Nara gave a small smile, then went to lie behind Yumna. Hugged the little boy tightly. She whispered, "Why is Yumna afraid? It's daddy."
Yumna still faithfully hid her face. The headband answered a question from Nara. "Face daddy rich ghost. Yumna fear. Don't want to be with daddy. I want it to be like mommy!"
Hearing that Nara laughed. Sounds very funny and adorable.
He said Naren's face was like a ghost? And if it wasn't for the blow, maybe Yumna wouldn't have been afraid like that.
Naren hugged from behind. Hiding his face into the recess of Nara's hijab-wrapped neck. Style like Yumna.
"Say you're rich in ghosts." said Nara, who was heard by Naren.
"ghosts? Is it up to my face until Yumna says I'm rich in ghosts?" ask her in a whisper.
"Haha. You two are funny. Same father son. Gemes is."
In another hotel room, a couple was in a fuss. The two of them had an argument after the fight was over. No one wants to give up. Ego is held in high regard.
"Remember, she has a husband. And you have to remember, they have children. You still want to hope? Blind you, huh?" he said full of emphasis and stare sharply at the battered-faced man in front of him.
Plaque!
"How did you slap me, Gi?" chesa shouted at the man standing looking at his hand that had been slapped without the slightest bit of guilt.
Plaque!
"ill? Even that slap means nothing to you, Gi. I'm sicker. Fighting for love. But what is your reply?!!"
After that, Chesa chose to leave the room. Leaving Gio with a hot feeling running down his cheek.
Tears can no longer be contained. Flowing without permission anymore. This time it hurts more than any pain. Even screaming is free. Only the wind answered.
The feet continue to step with the base of the heels that make the sound clear when walking. The sound of crying accompanied each step without direction.
"Am I wrong to fight for my love? But, why is the reply like this? Love is painful! I love the wrong people! I was wrong to fight for someone! Aaaa!!!" Chesa ruffled her hair in frustration by shouting at the hotel rooftop. Alone in the quiet.
The clap on Chesa's shoulders, made the girl turn her head. Astounded. "They!"
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