
"Do you know how much you have lived with loneliness? We've been married for a month, but you won't allow me to touch you at all. Do you know how I feel?"
"You even forgot your duty as a wife, what less am I to you, dear? Your Arka loves you so much, loves you so much. Has my patience not been able to touch the bottom of your heart?"
"Can't you just open your heart for me a little bit, Hueuh? Mas love you Love, will Mas give all love Mas for you, because the Love that Mas have only for Love!" oceh Arka with a tone of voice shriveled like a drunk. His eyes turned red, staring at my face Love endured the deep sadness.
Seconds later.
Bruk!
Arka's body drooped limp unconscious, he dropped his head on the shoulders of Love the beloved wife.
"Mas! Wake up, Arka!" Love wiggled her husband's body in such a way. However, her husband remained unmoved in his place.
'Oh my God, what have I done? This man was my husband, he still said that he would give his love to me even though I had hurt him to such an extent. I'm sorry, Mas. I'm really sorry, ' (in Love).
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Next day.
Early in the morning, Love had gone out of bed like never before. If during this one month he spent more time curled up in bed doing nothing, different things he did this morning.
The wife of Arka Wijaya was seen struggling in the kitchen with the aunt of the housekeeper who worked there. She prepared breakfast for her husband. It seems that what happened with Arka last night has awakened to Love, that she is not the same Love as the old Love.
She realized that there was Arka, the man who had become her husband. He also realized that his life belonged to Arka now. Even her body belongs to her husband and is halal to touch even just to be looked at once.
"Bi, I woke up Mas Arka first yes," said Love smiling sweetly.
"Good, Mistress. The rest let the aunt continue," replied the Aunt who also looked moderate because her employer looked more cheerful than usual.
Love walks into the room with a smile that expands wide from both sides of her lips now. From today, she will carry out her duties as a wife.
Chequek!
"Sorry, sweetheart. I just finished the shower. Can you come out for a minute? Or, Mas who will dress in the bathroom," said Arka look nervous of course.
Different things are shown by love. If she usually turned around right away even coming out of the room when she saw her husband in such a state, she did not do it this time.
Love is smiling so sweetly now. She walked over to her husband without hesitation. Even his face did not show the slightest fear. Of course it made Arka immediately feel astonished.
"No need to do that, Mom. We're husband and wife. You can dress in front of me now. Or, if you want to continue like this, it doesn't matter."
Arka frowned. He looked at the face of his wife who was currently approaching him. Until finally Love is right in front of him now.
"I'd like to apologize, Mom. I'm sorry for being so selfish all this time. I forget that I am a wife, I also forget that there are obligations that I have to do as a wife. I'm so nice to you, I always ignore you."
"I admit to being wrong, I promise to do my duty as a wife from now on. So, do not be afraid of me either. No need to dress in the bathroom, no need to leave the room when Mas just finished bathing. If you want, Mas does not wear clothes I will not refuse it from now on," explained Cinta at length.
"Love? You-" Arka was unable to say another word. He really felt dumbfounded.
Suddenly, Love rubbed the chest of the field of the husband using the palm of his hand. Gentle and affectionate made Arka instantly close her eyes now. The ga*rah he had been holding all this time also immediately rose to the surface.
The cup!
One keku*an also landed on the lips of Arka now, it was really successful to make has*at in the soul of Arka thrashing demanding something else.
"Can I do it now?" tanya Arka looked at my wife's face.
"Of course, Mas. I gave my body to Mas. My body belongs to Mas from now on," replied Cinta lowering the towel that was originally coiled around her husband's waist without hesitation.
SERIATE
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