Trapped Game of Galak Lord
TPTG CHAPTER 122.

After dinner and gathering for a while in the family room, one by one family members began to disappear into their respective rooms. No exception Baron and Inda who have returned to the house since last night.

"Ra.." call Aksa who just came out of the bathroom. She wanted to change clothes but had difficulty lifting her hands. His arm still left a sense of pain due to a gunshot wound the other day.

"Hmm.." muttered Inara who was lying on the bed. All day his body was tired and lazy to move. On campus alone he looks lethargic and lost his spirit. When eating earlier he was also not tasteful, maybe the effects of soy sauce because of thinking about college, husband and the many problems that come and go. Moreover, these few days he was deprived of sleep because he had to complete the final task.

"Why you?" Aksa frowned when he saw Inara who was not as passionate as usual, then he walked up to his wife and sat on the edge of the bed. The intention of changing clothes was finally lost somewhere.

Then Aksa put the back of his hand on Inara's forehead and neck, and suddenly his eyes widened. "You sick?" tanyanya's worried.

"No," said Inara lethargic as she hugged the bolster tightly.

"What is not? Your body is hot, baby," said Aksa, he was quite surprised to hear Inara's answer that seemed to take his illness lightly.

"It's okay, brother, just soy sauce really. Don't let it be so," lamented Inara pursed her lips. He just needs rest, he's healing tomorrow.

"Ra.." growled Aksa sharpened his gaze.

Inara just smiled and pulled Aksa's wrist to lie down beside her. "Here, sleep yuk!" take her while perched on Aksa's chest and hold her tightly.

In another room Avika was still sitting on the sofa with a laptop that lit up on her thighs, while Rai just silently stared at her from the bed.

That afternoon Avika was appointed to handle a case, she had to learn a lot from some files that had just been sent by her senior. Though Avika is not ready yet but she must take it, she must take responsibility for what she has already agreed to.

So busy, Rai's presence was like nothing more in his eyes. But Rai understood that, he did not protest and chose to sleep first.

While in the other room, Aryan was still sitting on the balcony looking at the dark sky without the moon or stars. It seemed like nature understood what Aryan was feeling right now.

Although Dara had said she wanted to start, but still this was not what Aryan wanted. For what is together but both are like strangers who do not need each other.

"Why sit here? Come inside!" exclaimed Dara who suddenly stood behind him.

Aryan twisted his neck and commented a thin smile. "Why are you here yourself? Come in, it's cold outside." said Aryan, then throw his gaze in the other direction.

Dara smiled bitterly, then approached and sat down beside Aryan. He looked at the sky as he folded his hands across his chest and rubbed each of his arms slowly. The cold gust of wind felt piercing to the bone.

The moment the atmosphere became silent, only the sigh of wind could be heard in the ears of the two.

"Let's go in, it's not good to stay outside for a long time." Aryan asked, then stood up and walked into the room. It's cold, just like the weather tonight.

After Aryan lay on the bed, Dara came in and closed the glass door tightly and pulled the curtain. He then approached the bed and lay down next to Aryan.

Just like before, the atmosphere was quiet again. Neither Aryan nor Dara spoke.

Long silent, Aryan then pulled the blanket and began to close his eyes. There was nothing he could say, he did not want to be wrong in speaking.

Seeing Aryan's cold demeanor, Dara's heart suddenly slipped. Strange enough, even though when in the hut the other day Aryan seemed so cheerful even though he was sick. Inversely with the present.

"Yyyahaz..." Aryan yawned, his mouth gaping perfectly. When he was about to close his mouth, his hands were heavy and he opened his eyes slowly.

"Deg!"

Aryan's eyes widened with his heart racing. She had not expected Dara to hold her this tightly. Worth his hand is difficult to move, it turns out all of it is the work of his wife.

Although unintentional but Aryan was happy to see it, at least he could feel the embrace of his beloved wife.

Not long after, Dara wriggled as her eyes felt glare due to the reflection of the sun coming in from between the curtains. He nodded and opened his eyes slowly.

"Deg!"

Suddenly Dara's eyes glared at Aryan's face so close in front of his face. "Ma-Sorry.." sizzled Dara tergugu. He was about to move away but Aryan quickly grabbed him.

"Free Aryan! I-I..."

"Sstt... Let me hug you, please don't shy away from me anymore!" muttered Aryan while stroking Dara's hair.

Actually Aryan's chest was sore but he didn't care at all. The pain was nothing compared to the rare embrace he got from his wife.

Dara will consciously not be able to embrace him, which is why Aryan does not want to miss this opportunity.

"Aryan, your chest still hurts. Let's loose!" pinta Dara pleaded. The fear came back gnawing at her mind, she was afraid that Aryan would hurt her again like that night. His body suddenly trembled and Aryan could feel it.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I love you Dara, where I might be bad for you. If I did that night, believe me that I really didn't realize it. Didn't you say you wanted to start over, why not give me a chance to prove it?" aryan said with teary eyes, she stretched her arms and cupped her hands on Dara's cheeks.

"How can I prove that you just don't want to give me a chance? What kind of marriage is this?" aryan shed tears. Sometimes he felt tired of struggling alone, when did Dara take it seriously?

"It's not so Aryan, I just haven't gotten used to it like this. I'm afraid of you-"

"How many times do I have to tell you? I love you, I will never hurt you." Aryan said with an incomprehensible look.

"Believe doesn't believe, I'm sure of how I feel about you. Look at me, look at me as your husband! I am not a monster, nor am I a beast. What are you afraid of me for?" aryan is losing his patience.

"He.." Dara's laughter almost boomed, lucky she was still sane and lowered her gaze.

"With please," Aryan raised Dara's chin and tilted her head.

"Mkl..."

Dara's eyes glared as Aryan's lips docked on her lips. Aryan melu*matt is soft and gradual. It made Dara's body tremble again.

Dara wanted to push him but Aryan quickly held back his nape. Aryan actually treated Dara as gently as possible so that the fear disappeared from Dara's mind.

As Aryan began to go deeper and deeper, Dara squinted her eyes slowly. He tried to accept it and let Aryan wipe his tongue.