Shackle Desire Aunt Beautiful
Chapter 98: STOP THINKING THIS AND THAT!
"I'll deliver the package, but can you tell me what's in your package, and who's it for?" ask Ano.
"That's all you want to know?" ask Aruna calmly.
Ano nodded without hesitation. Without a word of hand Aruna pulled her fiance's shirt until the bodies of the two were crammed together with eyes peppered with each other. The stare that washed away. But the woman quickly whispered something. A soft voice with a warm breath.
"Honey!" call Ano restrain himself.
"Yes, anything wrong, Boy?" ask spoiled Aruna.
(Yes, something's wrong, son?)
The soft voice teased, making Ano no matter the place. One embrace makes the bodies of both share love. The sweet taste of the lips without any words of excuse only leaves the sound of whispering. Pagutan leads the pair flying until the atmosphere around them turns hot.
Aruna took off the pagutan, then rubbed her wet lips. "Don't ask me again who and what my package is for. You'll know for yourself without having to say. Okay, boy?"
"Just one kiss? That's not fair....,"
"Go, and quickly return. The wedding will happen. If you're done delivering my package." sidelines Aruna while pushing Ano's body away from her.
Of course it's just a slow push. Ano looked at Aruna without blinking. There was something her fiance was thinking about, but what? What about Leah's death? If yes, what is the reason? Hadn't all this time, the two women had never gotten along.
"Stop thinking this and that! I can still do all my work. Don't worry, Ano." said Aruna without returning Ano's gaze.
"I know when you can be honest with me. Of course without all the puzzles that are always absurd answers." Ano replied with a long breath.
Ano follows Aruna's serious attitude. The two stared at each other with a calm drowning gaze.
"Are you ready to accept reality. Even though that reality is your worst nightmare?" ask Aruna.
"Think before you answer. Once you have agreed. You can't go back to square one." Aruna warned her man.
Obviously Ano was thinking hard with one eyebrow raised, the man had to decide his choice. If you want everything to be revealed, then just say yes. If you want to be the same as usual without a storm, then just say no. While elsewhere. Rows of dirt mounds neatly lined up. People started to disperse. Except for the family who still refused to move from the cemetery. Wet ground with fresh rose.
"Son, let's go home. Look at the sky. It's gonna rain soon." Said a woman in a wheelchair.
The man in the black shirt is still not willing for his mother's sudden departure. Even though she was aware that her mother had never given her protection. All the memories that could be counted with a finger became glass fragments with so many question marks.
"Sir, do I not deserve to be loved?" asked the man in a trembling tone.
The middle-aged woman couldn't hear her grandson's question. Without caring about his health, he got out of the wheelchair, and immediately embraced the granddaughter. A warm kiss becomes a painkiller.
"Son, we love you so much. Never say such words again." The grandmother's words intensified her embrace.
There were no more words other than the sound of the two crying. Not because of lamenting the bodies buried underground, but because the storms of life come without excuse. The day of mourning passed with a speck of rain. Not once did social media give about the events that had just happened in the Abizar family.
Five days passed with only the calmness of the world. But not with today. The sound of alarms sounded so loud ringing each other earthy. The hand that poked out from behind the blanket tried to reach for the alarm.
Praang!