Why Different?

Not Today

“Wow, so sexy.” Juan lowered his eyebrows to tempt Zahira who had just come out of the bathroom.

Don't think that Zahira is actually appearing in the skimpy clothes of the kids today who like to hang out at nightclubs, not at all. The woman was wearing a long-sleeved nightgown and long sleeping pants. All the buttons are also installed correctly, there is no gap to see the curves of his body because the suit he wears is large— does not fit the body.

Just a little different, that is, the date of the veil that used to cover the crown on his head Now, the shiny black strands of hair that were almost touching the waist were breaking down so beautifully. Perhaps that's what Juan calls ‘so sexy’.

“Sini, here. I want to hug my sexy wife.” Juan said as he patted the empty space on the bed. Just like Zahira, she was also already wearing her sleeping suit.

Zahira shook her head, walked slowly to her husband and sat on the edge of the bed. “You're hungry, aren't you? Want to eat first?” zahira asked, sounding like she was switching the conversation.

“Nope, nope.” Juan moved his index finger to the right and to the left, in rhythm with his head. “I want to eat you aja.”

“I'm not food.”

“You are.” Juan kekeuh's. “You're a nutritious intake for souls who almost die like me.”

Zahira twirled the lazy eyeball. He forgot that besides being whiny, Juan was also an absurd magical bin.

“I'm serious, Ju. I'm hungry, want to eat.”

“Eat me, nih.” Juan said as he stretched out his arm. Sok-sokan challenged to have the muscular arm bitten by Zahira.

Feeling challenged and also a little careless with Juan's actions were beyond reason, Zahira finally granted her husband's request. He pulled the muscular arm, then he bit as hard as he could, making the owner scream in a frenzy while trying to let go of his bite.

The bite marks instantly looked as soon as Juan managed to pull his hand. Shuddering in horror he saw a reddening bite mark, accompanied by a fair amount of pain. It didn't bleed, but for God's sake, it hurt!

“You deliberately killed me, huh?!” skink.

The nibbler didn't seem to care. “You told me.” The reply.

“Kan joking! Yes, you really want to eat me, anyway?!”

“Hungry people should not be joked, Juananda. That's when you don't know, anyway?”

The more Juan scowled. Swiped bite marks, while he was blowing-blown to reduce pain. Yes indeed, he had forgotten that the woman could at least be allowed to go hungry. The consequences can be fatal! But the thing is, right, he doesn't know that Zahira is really hungry.

“Sini, I'm medicine.” Suddenly, Zahira pulled the arm of Juan that he had attacked. Then, meekly like the kind elf mother who came to give her help, she kissed her own bite marks six times. He made sure no bite marks were missed from his kiss. And just like that, Juan came back down.

Well, basically Juan is really acute when it comes to Zahira. Let alone bitten, persecuted though, he will still be destroyed if Zahira has given an antidote for him.

“Udah healed, right?” asked Zahira with her innocent face. As if she was not the mastermind of the coming pain suffered by her husband.

The idiot, Juan just bearded.

Zahira smiled happily, then got up from her sitting position. “Then we go to the kitchen. Temenin I eat.” Invite him while extending his hand with excitement.

“I haven't had time to fill the refrigerator, you know. We deliver orders, later eat in the room.” Juan did not welcome Zahira's hand to get up, but instead pulled his wife's arm until the woman sat back down. “Lumayan, the waiting time can be used for others.”

“Mesum!” Zahira touched Juan's forehead as the man brought his face closer while putting on a seductive face. His eyebrows rose and fell, his strange smile spreading everywhere.

“Mesum same bini itself can not? Can you fuck another girl? Sure?”

Juan also laughed at the threat of his wife, which he thought sounded funny. Zahira who is meek like an angel descending to this earth, wants to cut off people's heads? Please don't joke!

“You forgot that I was a doctor. I've had patient body surgery, you know, Ju.”

Upsiee! Also true. Juan almost forgot about it. Ah, but still, Zahira wouldn't be such a psychopath. It won't.

“You also forgot that your body is only as small as a pea seed in my eyes.” Juan pulled Zahira's body, flipping it over quickly until his wife's back landed perfectly on the soft surface of the mattress.

“See? How do you want to cut off my head, if only I can not you?” juan whispered, with a voice that suddenly turned heavier and deeper.

Under Juan's confinement, Zahira was suddenly helpless. Right, the hunger he said was really just an excuse. He just wants to buy time, as long as possible so Juan forgets the rations he should get tonight.

Zahira was sure she wasn't the only one who felt this way. He believes out there are many women who are the same as him, especially for those who have never even dated. Zahira who was full saw Juan's face in close range for five years only, still not used to it and had to extra regulate his heartbeat so as not to get more crazy. What about those who have to deal with this for the first time?

“I know you're not hungry.” Shoot Juan, on target. He is also not stupid. Gelagat Zahira who kept trying to get away from him since they entered the room made him understand that the woman was looking to buy time. Maybe too embarrassed, or just wanted to test how strongly he could hold back.

“I'm really hungry.”

“You are not hungry, Zahira.” Juan held out one hand, stroking Zahira's reddish cheeks. “You just want to get away from me.”

“Ng—no,” Zahira suddenly stuttered. Juan's overly intense gaze made him breathe as well. It was likely that he would soon pass out from lack of oxygen. “I just ... just ..”

“Free to escape.” Juan Tandas.

Zahira is no longer struggling. All he could do was try to avoid the eye contact Juan had built up so intensely. Really, he's gonna faint any minute!

“Her husband again talked tuh diiat, do not even throw away.” Said Juan.

“You diem! I'm deg-degan!” sahut Zahira was still reluctant to look at Juan on it.

“Not done yet deg-degan?” juan Goda. Unseen by Zahira, he was a whimper. Her hobbies are still unchanged from before, fond of teasing Zahira only to see the appearance of a red hue on the woman's cheeks.

“God, can you stop it?” finally, Zahira turned her head again. At once he also felt annoyed because Juan even grimaces. “This is not funny.”

“Funny.” Juan interrupted. “Your reaction is funny, Which. Though you just tell me honestly if you are not ready, no need to pretend hungry let me not attack.”

“Emang you want to accept the reason like that?” great-grandson Zahira.

“Yes why not?” Juan asked back. “Emang you think I'll make you, huh? Synthesize the time if I reach that lakanin.”

For a long time, Zahira did not say. She dives into her husband's dark bead, deepening until he seems to forget how to get to the surface. Then a kiss that landed on his forehead became the eye contact breaker's access.

“That night, I made you milk yes make a wedge stomach. We slept.” Then Juan pulled away. His hut slipped off and he got out of bed. “Not really sleep, I promise.” He nodded before walking out of the room.

Zahira who was left with a sure guarantee also heaved a sigh of relief. Tomorrow. Maybe they'll do it tomorrow. Or the day after. Or next week. Not now, not tonight!

Seriate