You're Not the First

They are the past

"Wait Ay....." Basofi clutched his wife's hand and then clasped her fingers. While Aya just looked away powerless to resist the jealousy that flared in the chest.

'I'm not jealous, it's just that I don't like it turns out that women who have been with koko are not just a lot but a lot of kkk'. Sofia denied what her heart felt.

'He was angry because I made a mistake. How's the. Can I be angry now?' He cursed the man who was holding his hand but only in his heart.

Sofiya who had been lost in her own thoughts only realized when Basofi helped to put a seatbelt for her.

The smell of Basofi's perfume filled his nose. Sofiya subconsciously closed her eyes to enjoy the distinctive smell coming out of her husband's body. Feel the calm like every night they spend together. Although it could not be said to hug but both of them felt comfortable. Because until now Sofiyah still pretended not to realize if Basofi came to her every night and hugged her body from behind.

Basofi, who saw his wife close her smiling eyes, spontaneously kissed his wife's lips.

Cup

Sofiyah who felt a cold chewy object touching her lips immediately opened her eyes and found the face of the husband right in front of her face.

Babas rubbed the top of his wife's hijab while reviewing her handsome smile which this time according to Sofiyah looks very annoying. Without fear he rubbed his lips violently. Trying to remove the love sign from her partner.

Basofi who has started his car engine slowly runs his car.

"This time I'm sorry but if later after we kiss you erase the trail I won't let go of your sweet lips" The words of seduction wrapped in perverted words coming out of Basofi's mouth did not make the mood of the woman beside him improve at all. It even made him more upset.

"How many lips has he kissed" Grunutu while turning his face to the window considering so many girls who wiri hero in his life first.

"What did you say?" Basofi said that he had focused on the road ahead of them.

"OKs. If you don't want to answer it is okay, we finish it later when we get to the room. I won't allow you to sleep well tonight" Basofi said back as a forcible as before.

"Forcing" said Sofiyah just moved her lips without making a sound.

Once in the parking lot Sofiyah directly out without waiting for Basofi first. Walking quickly with the intention of leaving Basofi but apparently the elevator never opened to make the husband can catch up with him.

"You're so pretty when you're jealous Ay!" Babas whispered in his wife's ear when they were in the elevator holding his wife's fingers tightly. Because their position is not just alone in the elevator, Sofiyah can not just brush off Basofi's hand.

With them were several people heading towards different floors.

When one by one the apartment residents came out of the elevator and lived a couple who looked very sweet because since entering the elevator they joined hands as if inseparable.

Aya tried to brush her husband's hand with a pouting face without even looking at his face.

"Don't be jealous of them Ay! It's just my past!" Basofi said without letting go of his hand.

"I'm not jealous!" Said Aya sewot. It felt like crying while scolding the husband who just want to. He silenced his wife because she was jealous of one man and now she should not be jealous of women who had been close to him for that reason only in the past.

Without babibu Babas immediately kissed the lips of his wife who had been twitching because she was holding back her anger. Sofiya tried to release the link of their lips but could not. He also beat up Basofi's chest but his strength was not comparable to that of the man who was now squeezing his body. His tears came out without being asked but Basofi still enjoyed his pagutan until the elevator door opened and he was still engrossed with his wife's lips.

"Bas!!!"

Spontaneous Basofi removed his hand from Sofiyah's face and turned to the source of the voice that was none other than her mother.