Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.171 Between Flavors
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Riska fell silent as Ezra explained what happened to Keenan at this time. His heart was worried, with the decision he had to make as soon as possible.
"Ris, I leave Keenan to you, I know you can take good care of him" Ezra said before hanging up the phone between them.
Ezra, staring at the cellphone still in his hand, exhaled a rough breath before muttering inwardly. 'Hopefully I'm not wrong in choosing the decision this time.'
He left everything to the Supreme Owner of the heart, hoping that tonight the household relationship of the younger brother will return to the next level. Where there is the real home life, not as it is today as if always walking in place.
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Riska glanced at Keenan who looked increasingly tormented, there was a sense of compassion in her heart. But he also hesitated to give up something so precious at this time.
He was not sure of his feelings, and Keenan never expressed his feelings. Somehow their domestic life in the future still looks gray, without any bright spots.
The car stops in the basement of the apartment where they have been staying for a month, Riska opens the door for Keenan, she lets Keenan's body into the elevator.
Keenan growled as he felt the gentle touch of Riska's hand on his skin. His blood rippled with increasing desire his hands tightly hugged Riska's body he sucked his face in the niche of his wife's neck. Inhaling the scent of Riska's body that felt increasingly made her crazy.
"Bang," Riska tried to put Keenan's face around his neck.
"Sorry, Ris. I'm sorry," muttered Keenan.
Risak did not reply, his heart still shrouded in doubt. His mouth was locked, with his hands supporting Keenan's body.
Ting!
The elevator door opened, Riska again walked towards the two of them who were not far from there.
Cklek.
The door opened with difficulty. "Take me to the bathroom, I need water" Keenan said after they were in the room.
Riska frowned, Ezra did not mention about the bathroom earlier. "But, you're sick, aren't you?"
"Don't ask too many questions, just take me there" Keenan said.
Riska took Keenan into the bathroom. Up there he could see Keenan standing directly under the cold water from the shower. Even with the clothes still on his body.
Riska goes straight back to the room, she picks up her phone again, to call Ezra.
"Bang, Bang Ken, even flushed his body using cold water!" said Panic Riska.
Ezra exhaled his coarse breath, he was not out of thought with this pair.
"Let him, wait for half an hour, if the effect of the drug has not disappeared, you or what you have to do," said Ezra.
"I–iya, Bang. Thank you," Riska replied.
Riska fell silent, with a growing sense of worry. The splashing sound of water still rang out from inside the bathroom, she looked at him with complicated eyes. Sometimes his gaze seemed to fall with a weak breath. Her pliers squeezed each other, relieving the fear as well as nervousness in her heart.
Like a girl in general, Riska also felt the fear of real husband and wife relationships for the first time.
Not to mention the worry if later the relationship between the two households does not go further.
'What if he gives up later, after I give up everything?'
'Do I have to do it, when there is no certainty about our relationship?'
'But if I don't do it, what will happen to him?'
'Will he continue to be tormented like that?'
The questions now revolve in Riska's heart.
The fear of being disappointed later became the greatest feeling, and was affecting his heart that felt worry just as much.
Riska is fighting with herself. Find out which feelings he should eliminate and maintain.
Riska looked back at the clock hanging on the wall. Only ten minutes had passed, he had to wait another twenty minutes.
'How is it inside?' he murmured in the heart.
Walking closer to that door, he fell silent with a hand that almost touched the handle.
The sound of growling and gurgling water inside was still down, Riska bit the tip of her nails, heard all that.
There was a foreign feeling in his heart, which seemed to be pushing him to open the door. However, he pulled his hand back, turned around and walked towards the bed.
Sitting on the side of the bed again, he fell silent, seeing the bed that had been a month had become the bed of the two of them.
The shadow of his collaboration with Keenan has always been reflected back. How her husband, never being disrespectful to her, Keenan always treated himself with a tub.
Although he sometimes knows, Keenan often steals his kisses while sleeping. However, he never asked for more, even though Keenan knew he was halal and entitled to what was inside him, including his own body.
Keenan always did good to Riska's family, her husband was always polite, even now Rio was very close to Keenan.
Riska was aware, it was her duty. He only wanted to receive certainty over his household, before he handed over the crown he had been guarding.
All this time, Keenan just kept saying 'We just go through it first' words that felt like they didn't answer what he always asked in his heart, not making Riska want to leave everything to Keenan.
Riska looked back at the wall clock, only half the time given by Keenan, she stood up again, walking back and forth in front of the bathroom door.
Time seemed to be running very slowly, Riska could not wait any longer, her worry was greater than all the other feelings in her.
"Oh my God, if this is what's best for me and Bang Keenan is also our household. I am willing to give up everything tonight .. I beg you to strengthen me to accept whatever will happen in the future, after tonight," he murmured, trying to ask for confidence in the owner of the heart.
With trembling hands, he turned the bathroom door handle along with a deep breath. Trying to strengthen himself, to face all that will happen, to,
after this decision.
Riska saw Keenan who was still standing under the shower, his body still shaking, his head bowed deeply, with the upper body was plain without a thread blocking him.
The sturdy body, seen vibrating, occasionally Keenan seemed to hit the dinging in front of him, to divert his desire to the pain created.
Taking a breath back and exhaling it, Riska closed her eyes for a while before steadying herself to approach Keenan.
Slowly he walked toward Keenan accompanied by a heartbeat that was getting too rough. His hands clenched firmly, holding back the nervousness and fear within him.
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