Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 147: Contant Pay

People always follow two final paths. Anger and calm. Exploding emotions end in short decisions without thinking or logic after contemplation so as to get a solution of the problem without taking greater risks.

Just like Citra did. The woman had decided the will of the heart had to be exercised even without caring anymore about the risks. He was ready to do anything to make his life safe. Long wait is no longer meaningful. In fact, for an hour or less, five minutes have spent three glasses of cold drinks.

Eye glances occasionally stare towards the entrance of the cafe but are awaited when it comes. "Mba, the bill." Tiredness must end. He felt like a fool waiting alone.

Without wanting to add time that is wasted. The image pays the bill, then goes away from the cafe. Walking steps left the air-conditioned room, then he intended to wait for a taxi until suddenly a black car stopped in front of him. Slowly the windshield of the car was lowered making someone inside wave their hands.

That tattooed hand? He knows who the owner is. The car door opened, "Do you like to wait? Coming in!"

"Your habits are getting worse" Citra said as soon as she entered and her hands were busy putting on seat belts.

The car drove back to leave the cafe area. The two men remained silent throughout the journey. The longing in the heart does not change the taste of the extinguished. Did ya? Then whose heartbeat is that beating so fast? The present does not erase the past. Their story is still the same.

The twenty-minute journey can finally end once the car starts to enter the yard of a minimalist home. Same house but different location. He is now willing to enter with all his heart. The sound of the door locked distracts the image.

The woman was silent watching every corner of the room. A gentle touch wrapped around his stomach was greeted by the roar of warm breath hitting the niche of the neck. The intoxicating fragrance of perfume that always overcame the pain in his heart. Once again, he fell in love with the owner of the heart.

"Do you really love her?" Soft whispers tormented the woman. He knew everything but chose to let it go all this time. "Which part did he touch?"

Jemari rubbed Citra's face, "Here?" Touch continued to explore every inch of the woman's body, "Or here? Say it!"

"Felix! Stop it, "The naughty hands that are passing one by one traces of their love are getting out of control. He is aware of everything that has happened just that it is impossible to change it because now the body does not only belong to the ex-lover.

The voice of the Citra rebellion was clearly heard. Unfortunately, the woman's body reacts differently. "You're a liar, Cit. How can a man who loves another woman touch an unregarded wife? Ha-ha-ha, it's so funny you."

A bland laugh echoed in the room switching hands around the reluctant body of Citra turned to stare at her. The gazes of the eyes met again after enjoying the farewell fast. A look at the eyes of longing clearly revealed the contents of the deepest heart. Their love does not change the taste that used to exist.

Without a word, the neck of the woman was wrapped around her neck, touching the pale lips that felt stiff. Touch after touch releases forbidden desires. The game has begun to make both people drunk on romance without caring about the end result. Spoiled voices sounded to each other.

"I love you, Felix." whispered Citra between the pleasures she had long forgotten.

The clockwork is a complement to the mood that is clouded by anxiety until the sound of long moans of satisfaction from the two people lying on the living room sofa. The struggle ended with warm smiles complementing each other.

Let her plain body without fear, "You miss all this, don't you?" Felix looked at Citra without blinking, making the woman nod slowly. "Can he satisfy you?"

That question, does it have to be answered? How would she say her marriage situation? When it is clearly complicated to make the relationship between husband and wife becomes abnormal. His ego was high, and now Kalingga's ego. Let alone the right of husband and wife, both only care about Niko.

Without getting rid of the hand that is still wandering. Slowly he closed his eyes, "He only touched me once but in the middle of the game went away. All because of his ex. Our relationship is getting worse and now the divorce papers are up to court."

"really? So, your arrival this time is for me to get rid of your ex from your husband. That so?" ask Felix to make sure. He is a delinquent but not an amateur player who plays without a mature plan.

As usual Citra seduced Felix in her way. Answers obtained through the hand service that spoils the cassava of the former lover. Torture tipped enjoyment completely made him lose control. A touch that always releases momentary emotions.

Loud groans echoed to end the service that was considered a cash payment. "Your hands are still experts, Cit. I'll help, now show me who the other woman from your husband is. Before that let me take a shower to refresh myself."

Felix got out of place, then sauntered away leaving behind a smiling image knot. He did not care anymore about the shame because after today, everything will improve. Including his household. Well, if the ex-lover's husband is lost to the earth. Then Kalingga will return to be Niko's father.

The image loses common sense for its selfish purposes, whereas elsewhere. In a hotel room, there is only one side of the apology. Thirty minutes ago he sat down with both hands cupped in front of his chest.

"Please don't shut up. You can give any punishment, but other than ignoring me" he said, increasingly unable to restrain himself.

The voice of apology is clear from the heart just does not change the facts that have happened. Not to seek revenge because trust cannot be given. Why try to convince yourself? Self-awareness must be maintained. If you are selfish, so be it.

"Are you really not willing to give me a second chance?" The voice asked in a trembling tone instantly rummaged through the remaining calm.

But can it all be the beginning when the doubt is real? Especially when talking about second chances. Relationships should not seek to understand each other rather than judge at will. Wanting to complain so that someone is aware of mistakes that can be repeated, again.

"Mrs Reyhan Aditya!" Rey called out to Asma half-pressed for the woman to turn to look at him. However, the wife remained silent unmoved standing in front of the eyes with a look staring out the window.