Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 65: Final Decision, Because of the Novel?

Like it, or not. Bagas had to be silent, he tried to restore his shock mood to return to normal. Moreover, Rey's steps getting closer to them. I don't know what Asthma means by the secrets between them. Could it be that the girl knew, if she was trying to figure out something?

If you ask too. Will Asthma answer the question? Just look at the events of a few seconds that have passed. In fact, it instantly silenced him without the need for many words. When the doubt came to say hello, again. Was that also the misjudgement he had all along concluded?

Not knowing and not understanding the situation. The man was trying to behave normally which would neutralize the circumstances around him. Let the heartbreak be for him alone, while Asma gladly received a cell phone from Rey. Nothing is suspicious.

"Mas, can I leave tomorrow?" ask Asma after checking the phone that is not what it contains.

Rey looked at her wife. Wanting to reject the request outright, but he remembered his wife also needed outside entertainment. Without reducing vigilance, near him the seat of Asthma. Then hold the unloaded hand without a grip.

"Say, do you want to shop or watch?" Rey asks back, making Asma understand the discomfort of the husband.

Surely the man thought of his departure in search of entertainment. Unfortunately that's not the intention to get out of the house. Fay had just reported that tonight would be staying at the inn, so they could have a meeting in the morning.

Putting the phone down, then returning Rey's hand with a drowning eye warmed the emotions of the two. "Mas, we have an appointment tomorrow morning. Me, Fay and De Naufal, the three of us. The terms of the dede must meet in person. If you want to let Fay enjoy the holidays without being watched."

"Asma, how old is Fay? Is he a kid who needs to be taken care of?" Bagas asked with a peeking look, he thought why someone was being guarded so tightly.

Especially if Fay is not a child, but an adult. After all, it was impossible for the younger brother to be friends with a minor, right? So the question can be said as satire without intention, but does not make Asthma lose her calm.

The girl handed her phone to Rey. Let him read the history of the message that just finished discussing the meeting tomorrow. Bagas felt neglected, while Rey could only sigh deeply. Conscious no longer had any reason to detain his wife.

"Nando, isn't there a meeting with the council tomorrow?" ask Rey who still remembers the work schedule, although many are in the handle Bagas. Still, some of the meetings can only be attended by him as the owner of the company.

"Yes, nine o'clock over twenty minutes. Schedule meetings in the office, but it looks like the councils are tired of meeting in the same place." Obviously Bagas because given some complaints from the board that were deliberately not conveyed to Rey.

Asthma is still waiting for permission. Rey considered the situation and conditions, while Bagas chose to patiently enjoy the time that felt so slow. In the heart try to calm down, while his mind is still mixed with reality and statements.

"All right." Rey spoke up after a few seconds of silence, "Move a meeting at the Venus hotel, and book two places at once. One for the meeting and one for the asthma. I can't let go of any of the responsibilities that I'm assigned."

Hotel Venus, a skyscraper that has complete facilities. Can be hired for any purpose. Decision has been made. Responsibilities and obligations can be carried out simultaneously. Nothing is ignored, let alone put together numbers.

After getting his permission and bonus. The three men returned to their rooms. Bagas was still busy with work piling up on the table, whereas Rey had to check the e-mails of some important clients. Both men will always be the same. But it was different for Rey.

His eyes continuously glanced towards the reflection of the mirror that displayed the busy Asthma busy staring at the bottles on the dressing table. A perfume bottle and a body care package were deliberately ordered by Bagas for her. Alibi to please the wife.

He just doesn't understand. Every bottle is useful, except the bottles in the bathroom that are deliberately memorized. However, when you see Asthma just flipping bottles. It doesn't feel like heart. Is it all because the writing on the bottle is a foreign language?

Rey put the laptop out of her lap onto the table, then she got out of her seat, then walked over to the woman who was still sitting lazily and just playing the bottle. The sound of slow footsteps did not distract the wife.

Slowly, but surely touching the shoulders of his woman to make the eyes of the two meet each other. "Mas, just ngagetin. Did you finish your work?"

"Udah, what are you doing? Want help?" Rey offers herself, but her hands are getting more and more directionless.

Not perverted. When a husband has a passion for his wife. Legal, right? The feeling just flows without being asked. His name is also a normal man. Especially with the appearance of the wife who is always at will.

"Mas!" Asthma holds Rey's hand trying to do something, then moves out of her seat.

The heart's intention wanted to escape, but a single pull of the hand dropped it on the body-locking embrace. A warm breath blows over the exposed shoulder unhindered. Rey didn't let him just walk away.

The touch of a hand is burly, but full of feeling brings warmth in togetherness. "Butterfly, you have to take responsibility."

Whisper a heavy voice that contains desire. He knew, at this time Rey began to be affected by hormones that would take them to where. However, considering that the husband should finish the job. Therefore, he tried to resist subtly.

"Mass? Me ...," elak Asma tried to release the hand that kept twisting his body.

Dancing in silence, drowning in the guiding pagutan. There is no permission to suspend ownership. I don't know who's getting tempted in the heat that's hit. Without wasting time, depriving rights of enjoyment.

"Butterfly, breathe." Whisper Rey after releasing the lips of the wife who was wet due to her actions, the eyes again collided. "What kind of request do you want? I'll try to make it happen."

"Mas, it's a novel." Lirih Asma lowered her eyes with a reddened blush.

Shame on Rey's statement. How could her husband mention one of the bed scenes he had described in the novel. While it was all just pure, even the man did not know. If writing hot parts cause fever as a result of genitalia.

Not surrender. Rey instead guides Asthma to perform in unexpected ways. Wanting to refuse, but serving the husband is an obligation. Trying to calm down in the middle of his heart. The sound of tearing her back to the real world.

Rey is strong, but damaging her night clothes is like throwing money away for free. In the middle of thinking about what happened. A gentle touch stomps in submission. The heart is still a dilemma, the mind remains awake, but the body continues to receive.

Rey stops her movement, the hand that still locks the wife's body possessively. "Butterfly! I wouldn't force, if ....,"

"Not that, Mommy." Asma hurriedly, she did not want to make Rey feel guilty. "I'm just embarrassed, the lights are bright."

I don't know, it's the only thing found as an alibi. For the first time, fear disappeared from his heart. No longer remembering the past, but now Rey's touch treats her heartache. Is it wrong to immerse yourself in a new love to let go of the past?

Asma's statement presented a charming smile that adorned Rey's face. Not wanting to give any suspense, the man took the remote control that happened to be on the dresser. One button pressed changing the lighting of the room that turns dim.

No more excuses, "Butterfly, can I get some spirit from you? I miss you."

Out of nowhere, Asma slid both hands against Rey's neck. Then whispered while rubbing the nape of her husband. "I am your home, the place for you to go home. My husband, honey."

Instantly it felt so cold. AC in the room alone loses the cold, especially when a soft touch greeted scooped warmth drain electric shock. There was no word other than permeating the spoiled kiss that definitely left a trace of ownership.

The game begins again. One touch of the wife releases all the anxiety that still thinks the woman is resisting her touch. Now no longer, the embrace of the body of Asthma to bring hope to be united. Snarl the supportive room with a sedating perfume aroma.

Rey could not help but start her long journey. The whole emotion begins to change into a trace of love befriending the groans of the night. Increasingly, the groaning changed decamp the war. The breath of each other impinges boundaries. The heat of unheeded.

"Mas, wait!" Asma's hoarse voice halted Rey's attempt at unification, "Do you want me to get pregnant soon?"

"Butterfly, every household relationship would want to have offspring. So is it with me, aren't we trying to make that dream come true?" ask Rey who wants to return to the pleasure.

"Wait a minute, Mom. I have another question," Once again Asma restrains Rey's movements, causing the man to distract her while creeping in parallel to her position. The eyes clashed, "Mas, how many kids do you want?"

I want to disappear with the night wind. Amidst the tempestuous desire with an irresistible mist. Asthma holds itself back for questions that can be discussed later, or tomorrow. It seems he has to give a proper punishment.

"I want ten." Rey replied, who immediately grabbed the lips of the wife to stop asking questions, busy hands give the best treatment game.

No longer a soft touch. This time, a touch on the demands. Rey guides his wife to avenge his attack. Increasingly, the two began to attack each other in pleasure until a moment of unification stopped them.

"Hold tight." Drawn both hands Asthma to be circular holding on to his back, then back to neutralize the tension with a soft and voluptuous pagutan together one swing through the no man's valley. "I'll slow down, hmm."

Rey kept moving to the beat. The moonlight covered in cloud-covered wine allowed the two people who were drunk with pleasure to release the longing in memories. I don't know how long until the two feel enough to surrender themselves in unification.

A hot night with a fused sweat. The sound of the creaking of the swaying bed left a trace of ownership. No matter what body thrashed in the darkness of the night. Both eliminate distance, unite despair. Hope the effort is not in vain.

A sense of tiredness that whack led him to dreamland without caring about his plain circumstances, but the long struggle that actually makes Rey back fresh. Retract the blankets that lie dormant during exercise, then cover the bodies of both.

One move brought Asthma into his arms. "Thank you my wife. Marrying you completes my life. The forbidden desires that I have felt all this time, I always get rid of and now my desires have a place to go. My emotions decay in unification."

"Mas, sleep!" He let a heavy, stout hand hug his waist, "Don't till your sister wakes up, and I get punished again."

"Butterfly, you haven't slept?" tanya Rey made sure and immediately got a sharp glare from the wife. "You again?"

An unpleasant offer. His body was almost not strong moved, Rey actually smiled mischievously while playing fingers on his stomach. Totally misleading. Not wanting to increase the length of the duration, he hurriedly closed his eyes again.

An adorable little laugh, she knew her husband could not be controlled. Let this night pass without having to add time to stay up. Tomorrow you have to wake up healthy and fresh. Well it has to be.