The Winged Angel

22. Jealous part 2's

Henry pushed me into the room. Clik. The door was then locked.

"Sit, Non! Cold weather like this reminds me of when we were on holiday in Turkey" he said.

Henry took off his wet shirt in front of me. Look athletic body with six pack stomach that makes this eye careless.

"You have a fever because you can't stand cold weather. Until we can only stay in the hotel room," he said again, while drying the body with a small towel.

He's so good at telling stories. I sat in the corner of the bed.

"Emh .. sleep here, baby!" Henry gets into bed. Clap the pillow next to him. "I'll tell you a lot. You should hear it."

My head shook. "Sit here."

"Alright .. I put a roll in the middle." A roll he then placed in the middle of the bed, which was not so large in size.

I looked at him doubtfully. But, the man's eyes were like they were hypnotizing me to obey him.

"You have to really relax" he said, enveloping my body that had been lying next to him.

"I want to hear your story" I said.

We lay facing each other separated by a bolster. Reviewing each other's eye beads.

"I'll tell you from the beginning of our introduction." His lips are smiling. "Our sweet memories are always interesting to uncover again. We're high school class mates. Sit my. You're a pussy but beautiful." Henry chuckles. Her hands are sticking out my cheeks.

"I fell in love with you. But you didn't realize it. My concern you think is only the attention of a friend. After graduating high school we haven't seen."

"What did you look like in High School?" I'm getting interested in Henry's story.

"Much different than now. The geeky young man with thick glasses. Going to school is just riding a bike. But you want to ride a bike."

My eyes glare at the thought.

"We met again when you were working at a hotel." He took a long breath. "At the hotel .. there was a tragic incident. Maybe you shouldn't remember this one anymore."

"Tell me!" I hold his arm.

Henry's riveted. "You used to want to forget it, Ken. Because it often haunts your sleep."

"I want to hear it."

A few seconds Henry was silent. Sighing heavily. As if he was reluctant to continue talking.

"What happened after that?" my insistence.

"He hurt you, Ken."

Jesus .... My eyes are wide. Is that the event that was in my dream. Stomach stabbed.

"Ken .. Are you okay?"

"Gum." I'm shaking. "Continue your story!"

"You're hurt inside. I .... then transferred your treatment to Singapore with Om Aryo's permission."

"Who Om Aryo."

"He's your uncle who lives in Borneo. He's the one who got us married before I took you to Singapore."

"Bring us?" My linked eyebrows don't understand. "Aren't I ...."

"yeah. We got married when you were in a coma."

My mouth is rounded. It makes almost no sense. He wants to marry me who's dying?

"You believe me now, Ken?" my hands are gently squeezed. "I'm so scared of losing you. Never be away from me again!"

Henry's face approached. My eyes closed. Something warm is attached to my lips.**** and *****.

The touch is like an electric shock that can paralyze my joints. The smell of the man's body made me drift and drown in his arms. My body seemed to be flying into the clouds. He could not refuse the favors he offered. His charms were smashing through my defensive walls.

It all just happened. The subconscious seemed to trick my soul into obeying the man. Letting her take me diving into the sea of love that is wavering. With mewhimpering. With his breath. Until the bed below us creaked slowly.

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