Wife Pura - Pura (Non Old Virgin )

Photo 2

Kinara chose to get out of the room. His heart suddenly broke. It was only a photo that he saw, but for Kina it was enough to describe the contents of Javas' heart so far. Apparently, her husband had not completely forgotten Yasmine, his first love. Or maybe, love forever. Then, what was Kinara considered all this time? They do not marry based on love. But, wasn't it just last night that he and Javas were expressing their feelings to each other?

Javas is not silent. He immediately followed, as soon as Kinara exited their room. Javas is guilty of not really throwing out all the memories of his ex. Javas follows Kinara into the kitchen. His wife was seen taking care of the food they wrapped earlier while in the Padang food stall. Kinara seems to be heating the side dish.

"Yes...",

Kinara.

"Darling.., sorry I was wrong. But you can be clear..",

"No need to" he said briefly.

Javas still faithfully stood up, accompanying his wife who now switched to making drinks. Not just one, but two. Fortunately, Javas still left some instant drinks there. Luckily, the drink was bought by him. So, there was no problem if Kinara would suddenly ask him.

"Who did you buy this powder drink?", asked Kinara.

It's really...

"Dear mom...",

"Away or both..?",

"Himself darling...",

"Honest or lying..?",

"Mas honestly.., when it came, keinget in the closet was abis continue mas.", his speech stopped when Kinara suddenly came out of the kitchen, bring two glasses that already contain warm drinks.

"When I haven't finished the story" muttered Javas.

Kinara sat in the living room, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Enjoyed the drink he made.

"Na.", said Javas.

Kinara was silent, she actually sipped back the ginger drink she made.

"Darling...",

Instead of answering, Kinara stood up, leaving behind Javas who was already in a fog . Javas just realized that near the lights, on the sofa side table there is still a photo of Yasmine plastered there.

"Stupid.", he said.

Kinara stood on the edge of the glass, enjoying the view from the height of her husband's apartment.

"Na." said Javas.

"Yes.", he answered briefly.

"Mas is wrong, I'm sorry, but you don't get angry..",

Kinara turned her body to face her husband.

"You know how many pictures of Mine are here?",

"Yes you know..",

"How much?",

"Two..",

"Wrong.., there are four. Should Kina call it one by one?",

"Dear, don't have to..",

Kinara turned around, crossing both of her hands. He enjoyed the view from above.

Javas, hugged Kina tightly from behind, and there was no rejection. The sign, Kina was angry but still seemed to be conquered.

Kina took off Javas' hand that was coiled around her waist. Javas can only give up.

"Why didn't you know first? on purpose? let me see that..?",

"No Na.., I think it's all.., I don't want any more photos of him here. I'm sorry..",

"So here is still a picture of him, how many more memories are still kesimpen in hapenya mas?",

Javas silent.

"No, you can check.", you...",

"No need..,

Mas block all access Word, wa, phone, sosmed, everything. But, it's just the opposite...",

"It's hape mas.., you can do as you please. Unfoll the ig, block the wa, the phone is up.."

Kina shakes.

"Kina wants it not because of coercion, but because of her own will..",

"Okay.., that mas lakanin, now. In front of you, let you be satisfied.."

"Let Na be satisfied? Na aja did not ask mas to do the ngelakuin.., manipulative really mas..",

"Jeez Na.., how do you keep going? this is your husband Na..",

"Yes Kina is also the wife of mas..continue Na should how..?Just the first time taught here, instead of us rest, stories, chatting, menggen, even treated the same memories mas mbak Mine. How should kina? Burned, thrown away, or broken down? Kina has to, right? you know what? what was the first time Na saw? Photos mas again hug the same mbak Mine.., think Na does not hurt? I am sick", he said. Kina uttered it with her slightly stifled voice, signaling if she was holding back her cries.

"You jealous?",

"Mas is still nanya? so bad, really, mas..",

"Sorry baby.., sorry.., later you throw it away", he said calming Kinara. Javas hugged his wife. There was no rejection from Kinara, he actually returned Javas' embrace very tightly. A few seconds later, Kinara cried in her husband's arms.

"Don't cry, the wrong mas..",

"This, who was Javas.?", he said.

"Wife mas..",

"Why mbak mine..?",

"People who love, but that was before. Now, love mas for women who are hugging.., mas love you, mas love..",

"But he's his first love, right? First love is hard to forget. Kina knows, it took a long time to completely forget the memories of the same mbak Mine, but now there is Kina. Mas may keep memories of you two, but don't let Kina see. It hurts a lot..",

"We're just late to meet, baby.... All the stories are the same, it's done. Now, there's only you same mas..",

Javas then took his wife, put Kinara to bed on the sofa. Javas took off one by one the buttons of the shirt Kinara was wearing. His passion suddenly appeared when hugging Kinara.

"What do you want?",

"You want junior Javas production..",

"Here it..",

"Yes.., we've never made love on the couch, have we?",

"Udah ever..",

"It's like that, let's repeat it again", he said then began fondling Kinara while Javas' hands put a photo of Mine on display at a small table near the Sofa.

I am so happy for this woman, Mine..