TRAPPED IN FORBIDDEN DESIRES

9. Increased Severe

In accordance with my prediction. When Delano hit me with his possession, he only lasted no more than 3 minutes. But I could shout in satisfaction, as he played in the center of my heart with his tongue. I deliberately shouted louder, especially when I reached the highest peak of the battle.

Okay fine Caren. Maybe I'm destined to get my bedside pleasure in a different way. I just hope that the seedlings my husband planted soon grow and I don't feel lonely anymore.

"You look so excited today. What up. Hem?" delano asked as he stroked my forearm.

At this time we were in a long sofa, without wearing clothing a thread. My body and his body have no distance even one inch.

I stroked my husband's chest with my index finger. Hoping that he would soon repeat his deeds, before the call of the people reverberated.

"Why do I miss you so much today." I know my answer is not at all in line between my mouth and my heart. But honestly I do want more about my bedside business.

"Let's clean up. It was this sticky, "Delano shifted her body, to put some distance between us.

I followed my husband's will. I can't possibly force her anymore, like I did a moment ago. I realized I was being childish, just because I wanted to repay my neighbor for what I did.

"What are you cooking for our dinner?" delano asked as dinner arrived.

Delano pulled out a chair for me and then pulled a chair for himself. Delano has not changed at all, he has always behaved sweetly, which keeps me from remembering his flaws.

"Fried steam flour, vegetable capcay, equal sambal." I answered while opening the food hood on the table.

I poured rice on my husband's plate, and also on my own plate. We enjoyed our dinner before we finally went to rest.

I got my husband when the time showed at 10 p.m. Delano was already snoring, while I was having a hard time sleeping. I decided to go to the living room, by making a cup of tea that I had with a packet of cheese bread.

But my ears were slightly disturbed, when I accidentally heard the sweet, earthy sounds next to my living room. I sibak a little curtain window of my living room, I can see the silhouette of a man moving back and forth to hit the target in front of him.

Glekkkkk

To be honest I got goosebumps when I heard a scrumptious scream from that woman. I even with his lack of work looked at the clock on my phone and calculated the duration of their game.

OMG

I did not feel like I was enjoying the melodious sounds for almost 45 minutes. I got to massage my own forehead because of the memory of my duration that can be many times if I have to reach the duration of my neighbor. But with confidence I showed off my grieving voice this afternoon. How humiliating!"

I decided to go back to the room. I don't even care about the tea and bread I left in the guest room. I saw Delano sleeping peacefully, not knowing the stuff in my pants was twitching.

*****

I saw that my male neighbor was well dressed, as I went out carrying dust with my broom. His face was also no longer as crumpled and sour as the previous days. And I know the cause of his radiant face. Since he doesn't like me getting along with him, then I won't ask him how many rounds he did that to his wife. I don't need to ask how great he is, I can already guess from his wife's melodious voice.

I know he's glancing at me. I can see it with my eyes. But as I turned my head in a quick motion, it was as if he had never looked at me.

Ah...actually what the hell am I being cold to him for? I should have understood, the domestic chaos might be more complicated than mine right now.

"Are you getting a job?" I'm trying to lower my ego.

"Yes." Yeah." The answer was short while riding the bike.

"Where are you working?" askaku.

"So private driver." Answer again.

"Well, don't forget the treat if you get the first paycheck" I prank. But got no answer at all. Even his face turned colder than before.

Without saying anything, the man just left. I swear I have a really bad neighbor. Even I think his attitude was worse after getting a job.

I feel lonely around my house. My house is indeed quite strange when compared to other housing. Somehow only my house and my neighbor's house were kept separate, which is why only my arrogant neighbors could see me every day.

Feeling lonely, I decided to visit my mother's house. After all, this was the first time I had parted with my family, which is why I felt a bit of a longing for them.

"Ah..my favorite granddaughter came home apparently,"

Grandma welcomed me warmly. I also hugged him not less tightly. Although I was raised by both my parents, but I am more familiar with my grandmother.

"Hows it? are there any obstacles in your household. Hem?" ask Grandma.

"There is no grandma. Everything is safely under control "I replied as it were, for I could not possibly tell you about my collapsed bedside business.

"Goodoo. If there are obstacles or problems in the household, face it with a cold head. Don't be childish, let alone a little bit of ngadu with parents,"

My grandmother at length advised me. But I understand the big line. In essence I must maintain the harmony of my household, and I will definitely do that.

After missing my family, I returned home in the afternoon. I was also told my mother to bring the results of the cooking, so that I am not tired of cooking again when welcoming my husband's return later.

The atmosphere of my house and my neighbor's house was still as quiet as I left it this afternoon. I know my husband hasn't come home yet, and neither have my neighbors. And strangely they were like a covenant to return home together. My husband came home at 8pm due to overtime, and my neighbor shortly afterwards also came up with a tired face.

"I brought you your favorite cheese martabak" Delano said as he handed me a box of martabaks.

My neighbor's scroll, which turned out to also be stealing glances at us. I saw him carrying a rice pack, and then put the key in the door.

Brakkkk

The man closed the door quite hard. I don't know what it means, because I don't care either. I failed more to focus on the smell of martabak that my husband brought me. I held my husband's arm, I told him many things when I came to my parents' house. Even though I didn't know Delano was listening to my story or not, but to my knowledge he was a good listener all along.

"Lad. Tomorrow I have a business trip with the director of my company" Delano said as I accompanied him to dinner.

"How long?" my many.

"One week." Delano answered while feeding food into his mouth.

"For so long?" manya restless.

"Why? are you afraid of being alone at home?"

"Not really. But I feel lonely." My answer.

"If you're lonely, you can stay at your mom's house" Delano said.

"All right." I finally agreed. I didn't want Delano to be thinking about leaving me alone at home.

Because Delano's leaving tomorrow, I asked to be served several times. As before, I could only be satisfied by the boneless flesh on top. But that's okay, at least he tried. Next time if my patience has begun to thin, slowly I will ask him to seek treatment.

Delano left early in the morning. I just found out he was going on a business trip abroad, when he put some clothes in his suitcase.

And as usual, my arrogant neighbor only gave me a quick glance as I drove my husband away, while he was about to go to work on his bike.