When Married?
The KM Part 128
After the terrible release, the two were still panting with sweat soaking all over the body. They still hugged each other and Literature buried her face in the recess of the Flower's neck.
After a while Sastra rolled over and lay down next to the Flower, she pulled his wife's body into her arms and pulled out a blanket to cover their innocent bodies. Their lips smiled, there was relief emanating from the two.
"Darling, are you okay?" whispers Literature.
Flower nodded, then slurped in the chest Literature drowned her blushing face, she was ashamed because it was sighing incoherently as they raced together.
"Hey, why hide?" Literature chuckles amusedly.
"I'm. I'm ashamed." Flowers covered her face with both hands.
"You're ashamed that you've been yelling my name all the time?" Literature chuckles amusedly.
"Don't talk about it!" expostulation.
"Why should I be ashamed, instead I am proud of myself for making you sigh and shout like that," seduced ignorant Literature.
Flowers hit her husband's chest softly. "Don't keep mocking me!"
"Haha...." He laughed and kissed the lips of flowers.
"Darling?"
"Hmm?" The flower is only filled with murmur.
"Tell me how your life is after deciding to leave me. Do you know? back then I was like a daze because you just disappeared, my regrets were sky-high and ocean-deep, I regret ever treating you that bad."
"I'm sorry, my mind was fucked up at the time. I felt unable to carry such a weight that I decided to do something stupid. Feeling unable to face reality, I chose to stay away from you and intend to continue to hate you." Flowers pause the sentence for a moment and then correct their positions lying down until now their eyes are rubbing against each other.
"After arriving in Kalimantan we lived in the countryside, that's where I met Doctor Nadine. My life was not easy, I was hysterical every time I saw a baby. I even once had my hands and feet tied to a bed for a week because I wanted to take someone else's baby. Actually it all happened because I felt so guilty for failing to take care of my own child and God preferred to take it back from me" he said with a sad look.
"Hey why are you sad, everything has passed, the important thing is that we are together now, right?" Flowers cupped the literary side of the face and rolled her fingers wiping away the husband's tears.
"I really feel guilty for not being with you in your difficult times. Even you have experienced many bitter events because of my irritation." There was a regretful tone from each of his words.
"Don't be sad again my dear husband, your handsome face is not suitable for crying. We make the past a learning path to true maturity, hopefully we can take the wisdom of all that we have experienced."
"Thank you my dear for everything." Literature kissed the top of the Flower's head and tightened his embrace.
"Don't cry anymore hubby." Flowers kissed Literature's forehead and hugged her back.
"Darling?" say Literature.
"Yes?" sahut Flowers.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Yet, why?"
Literary hands move mischievously rubbing the naked backs of Flowers. "If you're not sleepy yet, how about we make it again?"
"Make what?" The flower frowned.
"Making Junior Literature" he whispered passionately in the ear of Flowers
"What's? hmmpt."
Bunga continued his words Sastra had again silenced his lips, locked the Flower under him and repeated the struggle that had seemed endless.