Widow of the Choice of CEO Duda

Widow of the Choice of CEO Duda
Part 44: Just Follow the Path



''Are you happy?'' tanya Edgar stopped his steps in the living room after taking Mentari around the villa.


Wandering around the villa shows a very soothing view here to Mentari. Unconsciously Edgar was enthusiastic to show what his family had to his wife.


Edgar introduced Mentari to the officers at the villa. As if he did not want to make others curious, Edgar without a doubt said that Mentari was his wife, who some time later the wedding reception will be held.


''I thank You for introducing me to them.'' Mentari replied with a smile.


Edgar facing Mentari, he grabbed the hand.


''Why should I thank you? aren't you my wife?''


Mentari looked at his hand held by Edgar, he felt his fingers tremble.


Edgar chuckled as he felt the cold hand of Mentari in his grasp.


''What's that lump?''


''Huh?''


Mentari forcibly pulled her hand from Edgar's grasp, she faced sideways avoiding her husband's gaze.


''No, no, it's normal, '' Mentari replied without looking at Edgar.


Mentari cursed himself in his heart, he was really nervous all over. Even with a casual Edgar asked about nervousness, Edgar basic.


''Why are you smiling?''


''If you frown, I get hungry, '' explained Edgar with a smile that further raised the level of good looks.


''Didn't we just come back from the restaurant? Is he hungry again?'' tanya Mentari.


''Yes I am very hungry, but, this time it is not the food that I want to eat.'' Edgar replied without taking his eyes off.


Mentari scrunched his forehead, looking for the meaning of Edgar's answer which he felt contained another meaning.


A few seconds after thinking, suddenly filled with a shadow, Mentari immediately stared intently at Edgar.


''Don't ever leave me again, Mentari..''


Edgar swiftly pulled Mentari into his arms very tightly.


Mentari, who was initially very shocked when hugged tightly by Edgar, slowly returned her husband's embrace and rubbed Edgar's back with tenderness.


A few seconds drifting in a hug, Edgar unraveled his embrace making the two look at each other and smile.


Slowly Edgar played smoothly even without reply, Mentari actually seemed to refuse because it tightened both lips and continued to move backwards. Until just a few steps, the movement of Mentari's legs hit the table making him almost fall.


Fortunately Edgar caught it, he saw Mentari's nervous face when he felt this closeness.


''Tu-Master, didn't you promise not to touch me?''


Edgar just smiled at her smile.


''I'm trying for our normal marriage, you don't mind right?''


''But Tu-Tuan..''


Edgar smiled faintly.


''Just follow the flow, Mentari.''


Edgar lifted Mentari's body, making Mentari spontaneously put his hands around Edgar's neck and crossed his legs on the husband's back for fear of falling.


''Tu-Master, put me down!''


Edgar didn't budge, he headed straight into the room. He sat himself on the sofa, with Mentari still on his lap.


Edgar again continued his action, to taste a different sweet. Its softness slowly managed to make Mentari melt and not refuse. Realizing that, Edgar was encouraged, he deepened until he got a reply.


Like embers that continued to burn, sweat began to wet Edgar's body. Edgar changed Mentari's position to the bottom, then he removed the t-shirt attached to his body.


Mentari also seemed to have forgotten his rejection, a solid wall slowly collapsed if along with Edgar. The sofa bears witness to a hot kiss between Edgar and Mentari.


After a while later, Mentari was already seen out of breath, Edgar stopped him and grabbed Mentari's head into his arms.


''If you want to do this all the time, just say it, I'm ready.


Mentari immediately retreated.


''It's not me who wants to, but you.'' he replied with a blushing face and did not want to look at Edgar.


Edgar smiled at Mentari's embarrassed expression.


''Yes, I want to. You have to be ready to reply, hot like just now, tomorrow - tomorrow more, okay.'' Edgar's tease.


The sun immediately slumped, notah what his face was like, maybe like boiled shrimp.