When Married?
The KM Part 41

Flowers entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed while still hugging his pillow.

"Sleep in bed I'll sleep on the couch." Literature stepped her feet towards the sofa without looking at Flowers.

The girl was still sitting while still hugging the pillow she was carrying. Bunga knew that at this time Sastra must be angry with him because of the incident this afternoon, but he was also very afraid if he remained in his room alone, even though it was all because of the actions of Literature itself that started it.

"Sas sleep in bed, lying on the sofa must feel uncomfortable," said Bunga.

"Oh, don't think about me. Sleep immediately. It's night," she said coldly, and Literature laid herself on the sofa closing her eyes and folding her hands together on her chest.

The flower suddenly felt a piercing chill run through her veins, the pain and tightness in her heart being treated flatly by the person she loved so much. Usually Literature often calls him affectionately while teasing him, but now he feels ignored even when talking Literature as if reluctant to look into his eyes.

The flower spread its body and tried to close its eyes but to no avail. His chest rumbled, this was the first time Literature had been indifferent to him. The girl was thinking was it possible that her attitude this afternoon had gone too far? He got up from the bed and walked up to the sofa and sat down in front of him.

His fingers crimped the tip of his nightshirt to divert his nervousness then slowly he tried to touch the hands of Literature which still closed his eyes.

"Sas, sorry." Then the girl looked down.

"For what?" Literature answered still with closed eyes.

"About this afternoon."

"I'm tired already" cried the ketus Literature.

Actually Literature also did not want to be cold to Flowers, it was true that she felt angry but that was not the case now. At this time she was desperately holding back her desire because the Flower appeared before her with a look wearing a really tempting nightgown.

Finally Literature grabbed the Flower into her arms and patted her back that was shaking from the sobbing, The Flower hugged Literature very tightly and shed her tears there.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't. don't ignore me again.. hyks hyks." Flowers cry out.

Literature did not make a sound, only his hand that kept moving rubbed the back of the Flower trying to calm down. After her cries subsided a little, Literature then loosened her embrace and gently rubbed the smooth cheeks that were wet from those tears.

"I don't mean ignore you, but do you know? I'm protecting you from myself who wants you so badly right now. I'm a normal Flower guy, you must understand what I mean." Literature stared inside the bead of the innocent girl's eyes that was before him.

Fearingly Bunga looked into the eyes of his lover, he saw the look of the eyes that were shrouded in a fog of passion emanated clearly from the man before him. Then Bunga ventured to put his hand to Literary's neck.

"Sas, have me, have me completely." I don't know which demon possessed the Flower so such words just slid from his lips.

Literature gasped at the words coming out from the mouth of Flowers, she scooped up and sat the girl on her lap. On the slippage of the unraveling strands of hair, in his gaze the beautiful faces and then look into his beautiful eyes looking for doubt in them.

"Are you sure? because if you're really sure I won't let you retract your words again."

The flower smiled and nodded then brought her face closer to the man's lips at a glance. "Prawira literature, I'm yours."