Love Shot
The First Like

Thirty-two minutes and fifty-seven seconds passed. Ansel calculated second by second the rotation of time along with the rhythm of the beat in the chest. Junior's got him up and down. Ansel is still holding back the urge, considering Freya has just recovered from a fever. Very tormented felt Ansel, leaving sweat pouring from the temple. Because Freya, the beloved wife is still at home perched on the body of her husband. Every now and then Freya wiped the sweat off Ansel's temple. Ansel began to feel uneasy about his current state. Not only because of the crush of Freya's body that teased the savage side of Ansel also plus white cream that was messy around the cheeks, chin to neck had begun to dry. It feels Ansel already can not bear to scratch the itchy neck.

"Still not satisfied with the smell of menthol?" ansel asked in frustration.

Freya nodded in spirit. Ansel sighed without the heart to say an uncomfortable complaint with a tickling sensation throughout the body. Freya smiled faintly at the frustrated expression on her husband's face.

Ansel was looking for a conversation topic to divert his mind that had gone unremarkable. "Well, when was the last menstrual period?" Ansel frowned, he was shocked by the inappropriate question that slid easily from his sensual lips.

"Three days before the deal," replied Freya briefly.

Ansel took another breath. Today it feels like Ansel has been countless exhaling a lot of carbon dioxide. Freya's answer was always unexpected to make her heart continue to throb because worry made Freya angry again. However, Ansel was still curious to ask that. It's possible that Freya's answer could add to her hopes of getting her own little baby. "When do you menstruate again?"

Freya turned the eyeball, counting in the heart. Ansel took off the tip of his lips, preparing to get angry from his wife for asking too many questions. Freya paused her answer for a moment, after she was convinced Freya was speaking. "At the earliest in less than two weeks. Why ask that?" Freya pulled the drawer, pulled out her wet wipes. She intended to wipe the cream that had begun to dry from her husband's face.

Ansel survived again. Freya still answered the question casually. Ansel had to be patient, Ansel was willing to wait another two weeks. If you force Freya to check now Ansel doubts the results. Fear of the results does not match the words of Afandi. Ansel does not want himself to be too hopeful nor does he want Freya to be mistaken, thinking Ansel urges Freya to have children as soon as possible. "If you're late for your period, go to the doctor!"

Freya nodded. Freya did not think much of Ansel's words. Freya was still washed away by the smell of menthol. The smell of menthol that touches the sense of smell causes a warm effect. It feels like the throat to the lungs feel relieved. Even so, Freya could not bear to see Ansel tormented. Freya returned to clean Ansel's face. Freya was surprised by the reddish patches that appeared on Ansel's face after the cream stuck to the wet tissue. It looks like Ansel was allergic to using shaving cream for too long without immediately rinsing clean water.

"Oh, this is imprint. Is this itchy?" Freya panicked.

"Itching a little."

"There's a red spot. Ansel seems allergic. How'this? we need to call Dr. Afandi." Freya panicked to see patches on Ansel's cheeks, chin and neck.

"no need. It'll disappear on its own. No need to contact Afandi. Could be big on her head, in one day up to twice called home."

Freya did not have the heart to see Ansel, but Freya also could not force Ansel to obey all his words. Eventually Freya asks Anne to look for an itch that is available at home. Anne brought a powder. It was all that was available, it belonged to Anne as well. Freya understood Ansel was avoiding drugs, so it was only natural that this house was not available. Freya apply the powder of itchy reliever powder around the cheeks, chin to the neck of Ansel. Freya can feel the warmth that sticks in the hand. Freya also smelled the menthol scent of the powder.

"Can I sprinkle the powder on my chest?"

"Body?" Ansel frowned, what else would Freya do to him.

"Yes, here!" Freya patted Ansel's chest.

Ansel shook his head. Ansel did not want his body to be sprinkled with powder, Ansel was not a baby or toddler. "Let's eat, I'm hungry!" take Ansel, try to distract his beloved wife.

Freya remembered something, Freya raised her elbow, smelling the scent from her body. Freya from yesterday afternoon had not bathed, how she could stick like super glue on the body of Ansel that smells fragrant. Freya was embarrassed, Ansel could definitely smell the sweat from Freya's body. "I want to take a shower, my body smells of sweat."

"Can't take a shower. My dear just recovered from a fever. How about the demon come back after the shower." Ansel brought the nose closer to Freya's shoulder, breathing deeply. "My dear is still fragrant" whispered Ansel.

"Asam .. acid refreshes like an orange," argued Ansel clutching Freya's body. Carrying him down the stairs to the dining room.

"I don't want to eat."

Ansel put Freya in the chair. "But Freya didn't refuse when I was carrying."

"I was shocked when my body suddenly."

"Then?" Ansel refuted his head with his hands, while waiting for Ima to prepare food for them.

"I ... can't make a revolt."

"Because?" ask Ansel again.

"The reason is clear. Because I'm afraid of falling if I make a fight. How about Ansel drop me down the stairs."

"Then?"

"Nothing else."

"Serious ... I don't feel it's just because of that" Ansel teased.

"I like being carried by Ansel" said Freya bowed.

Ansel cleared his throat hiding the itching at the corner of his lips. Ansel could not smile in front of the servants. Indeed Freya makes Ansel's heart flower, Ansel more anxious because of it. Ansel kissed Freya's head, rewarding Freya's honesty. Ansel is determined in his heart that one day another confession will emerge from Freya's sweet lips. Maybe now Freya just liked a small part of Ansel's attention on Freya. Later Freya will like Ansel completely.

"Eat first, I'll carry again" whispered Ansel.

"Little yeah, eat it," Freya bargained.

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