Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

The Cleopatra

Anin bellowed as Bima grew bolder. Pecking, biting up to the base of the neck and continue to move on the shoulder whose rope is removed. And with agility the finger of the man moved wildly down the smooth thigh.

With remnants of consciousness Anin prevented those fingers from moving deeper and deeper.

This is not true! This is so wrong!!

Must be stopped immediately!!

"Ouuh.." when her husband's fingers touched the most sensitive part of her.

At the same time Anin managed to gather her scattered strength like a blanket drooping on the floor.

Anin pushed the man's shoulder with all her might. And this time it worked, thus creating enough distance for him to break free from the waves that could have brought him back to his old wounds.

Anin blinked her eyes. He stood up, "You're making me breathless!"  Anin took a deep breath for him. Before finally leaving her silent husband.

In the room

He sat in front of his desk. With both hands he massaged his frenzied forehead and cursed his stupidity in heart.

He should not have acted foolishly, by letting the man know his true heart.

All this must be due to the unlucky hormones!! anin Maki.

But is it true only because of the influence of hormones? Not because he wants it too?

"Switch. Stupid!!"  Anin covered her face and then squeezed her hair and covered her face again.

She should have been conscious and - should have understood more than most pregnant women because she was a doctor. She knows that during the second trimester of pregnancy, hormone production is more volatile. And tends to increase.

But is it true, the reaction is a result of an increase in all kinds of hormones oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine, norepinephrine and his friends? He just let himself meng...

Ah already!

And tomorrow, how do I meet him? 

What if she thinks I'm a slut?

Suddenly Anin wanted to cry..

Then, suddenly her nape brushed her cheeks blushing and not so crying as to imagine how her husband looked at her longingly, how her husband treated her, teased and built her goddess bathin.

The more thought makes Anin dizzy head.

Anin awakens from the chaos of his mind when he hears the sound of the door opening and someone appears behind it that makes Anin stand alert and his fingers immediately reach for the cloth on the back of the chair it is used to cover its upper body which is exposed due to loss of its outer.

"WHAT!!" His impact.

Slowly but surely Bima walked closer.

"Stop!" yell Anin lahi.

Bima took a step forward, Anin took a step back

"Stop said!!"

Without a word, Bima continued to step slash every distance that existed.

"STOPP!!" Anin held back the pace of her husband who was right in front of her with both hands and she forgot the cloth cover that must always be held so as not to be released.

Bima brushed off the hand, then hugged his wife.

Hugs kind of miss that anytime can turn blue.

Anin did not rebel nor did she reply. He is confused by this situation. Confused by his feelings. Confused with himself.

Long enough they were in the same position, until one of them relented and the other took a step.

"I-please don't take it personally. I-can I ask this time for my rights as a husband?" said pleading.

"Hak?? What kind of rights do you mean!!"

"I mean-i mean yeah…."

Anin tried to escape from her husband's arms.

His irritation regained control of his brain. His head seems to explode.

Reluctantly finally Bima released his wife.

Anin looked up to challenge her husband, "What exactly is in your brain, huh!! Do you still deserve your rights here?!!" said fierce. "No harm to you__." her scolding was interrupted.

The more nagel you the more beautiful and exciting. Fuck you!!

Bima grabbed his wife with a single move and stuffed his mouth with her lips. No matter what his wife did. No matter her chest was made a samsak by that woman. 

This time Bima vowed never to let go of his wife again, having known that Anin also missed him, wanting her.

When he felt that there was no meaningful resistance, he relaxed his hands slightly on the waist of the girl, considering that his wife was pregnant.

Bima began to deepen his kiss, playing more freely because now greeted by his wife with a little opening his lips.

The other hand began to move down the curves of his wife's body, looking for her favorite part.

Bima was stunned by what her grasp felt. Until Anin felt the need to cut off contact from her husband's gaze which suddenly stopped then looked at her with a kind of seductive gaze.

At that time Anin hoped that the floor of his room would be split, then he was swallowed, drowned so that he could hide to the bottom of the earth. So shameful.

And it is true that the man who every day always guessed what size cup bra his wife is wearing now, now his wife's chest is more filled than before and her stomach that seems to begin to bulge adds to his sexiness.

I wanted to end the torture that drove him crazy.

Bima took his wife to a bed not far from him and laid her down very carefully.

He took off his clothes impatiently. With just one pull, she managed to remove the remaining dress straps. Then release him without difficulty.

The hunting breath of the two managed to beat the clockwork sound of seconds showing at half-hour one night.

Those who drift in the soot of love do not care if time stops even.

The man began to play beautifully, and began to paint slowly on the beautiful chest of his wife and gently tickle the peak with occasional linger there causing Anin powerless to resist the waves of taste that bertubi hit him.

Butterflies flew in his room. He was like cotton floating in the air until he found himself falling down among the flowers covered in sugar water.

Anxiety again whack the girl's feelings, when she returns to reality, that she is under the body of a man who once hurt her in such a way and a moment ago she has presented the sweetest gulali in her life.

Anin was startled, her loud voice dipping just like that into the air, her gaze fading full of mist. When she entered her husband without cue.

Anin was rummaging uncontrollably as her husband began to play the rhythm of his martyrdom.

His hands were moving in an uncertain direction. Temporarily gripping the bed sheet and then removing it, briefly squeezing the end of the pillow then releasing it as well. So it continued over and over again he did as his last defense.

For she was still reluctant - araalat - ashamed even too embarrassed to reply to touch, to just admit that she also needed her husband. Missed her as much as the man wanted her. His desire was as great as his effort to avoid his love.

But in the end Anin no longer care about all kinds of logic and self-esteem.

He surrendered, bursting with his self-defense.

His heart won all the battles within him.

Collapse was already the cleopatra's palace that he had painstakingly built.

Bima again clenched the lips of the woman who was under him at this time.

With his hunting breath, he sped up his rhythm, once again ravaging his wife's palace into thousands of pieces that flew into the air.

Anin squeezed out her husband's hair, replying to every pagutan, every bite she felt on her lips.

Bima paused for a moment and smiled at his wife.

"Don't look at me like that" he said, turning his face to the side.

"Why?" bima said teasingly. And brought his wife back to look at him.

Anin blushes. You don't need to ask why either. Basic Kingkong!!

Bima gave a mischievous smile teasing his wife before finally returning to fondle the woman in perfect union destroying all sorts of separation walls between them.

The ringing of the phone was what made the two to immediately separate themselves which turned out to be Anin's.

Who in the morning called his wife. Thought Bima.