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“Oops!” Khalifa was eager to curse herself when she got such a look from her husband.
At first, Khalifa looked so confused when she saw Hilal who looked like a surprised person. However, for a few seconds he realized what he was wearing. As fast as lightning, Khalifa immediately pulled the blanket and covered her body back.
“Astagfirullah. Khalifa, are you aware of what you're wearing?” asked Hilal in a slightly hoarse voice.
He is a normal man, as Maira said. Hilal had fasted long enough, and now he was served with food that was so sweet and very tempting. Which cat will not be tempted? His thinking.
Right now, Khalifa was wearing a dress so thin it was bright red. Not only was his smooth shoulder clearly exposed, but something under that shoulder also seemed so clear and dense as if it kept calling him to touch or even more.
“I—ini ... “ Khalifa kept her head down in great shame, while Hilal was also trying her hardest to hold back.
“Why are you wearing clothes like this? where'd you get her? And, astagfirullah, what do you think of Khalifa? How can you, you—“
“Gus doesn't like her?” Khalifa raised her head, looking at Hilal with a very disappointed look.
“B—not so Khal, h—only, why? I mean—“
“Say Gus! Is Khalifa not interesting at all?” asked Khalifa ventured, now re-open his blanket, and even he deliberately sat himself so upright while cross-legged to make Hilal's heart beat more erratically.
Only a foolish man would say that Khalifa is unattractive. Only, Hilal felt still on the verge of a dilemma.
“Is that feeling not here yet?” Khalifa placed her palm right on Hilal's chest so that she could clearly feel how the man's heart was also being rickety like his.
“Why should I regret?” asked Khalifa frowning, “Did Gus Hilal still not be able to accept Khalifa's presence? How many months have we been married to Gus? It's been a while, even though the beginning of our marriage was only due to a misunderstanding, but whether all this effort that Khalifa has done at all can not make Gus Hilal can see Khalifa just a little.”
“Look at Hilal, I'm your wife, not your sister!” khalifa said so firmly, but her eyes were glassy.
Khalifa was trying to endure the pain whenever she remembered how Hilal had considered her only sister. Not to mention when he soldau compared to Hilal's late wife, Kirana.
Speech after greeting from her sister-in-law, Milla who seemed to always be a sharp dagger that was ready whenever pierced her heart. Khalifa's tired! He wanted to confess, he wanted to be a wife, he did not want to continue to be only Hilal's sister but the mother of Aca.
Say he's selfish or maruk or greedy or something! But that's what he wants right now. And as he said before, if Hilal does not want to touch her, then she herself will move and touch her husband.
Whether the idea of where it had possessed Khalifa, the innocent and gentle innocent innocent girl had now turned into a lioness who was ready to pounce on her prey at any time.
Khalifa ties her long hair up, until now the more clearly visible neckline is increasingly tantalizing in the eyes of men. And, without aba, Khalifa immediately rose up and settled himself right in the lap of Hilal.
The position of Hilal who was still sitting leaning on the bed, making Khalifa did not want to waste the golden opportunity.
“It's okay if I have to be a cheap woman for my own husband! As long as I can get what I want!” said Khalifa looked intensely at Hilal's eyes, then a second later she immediately cupped her husband's face and attacked him by arriving.
...~To be continue ......
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