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Indri woke up in the middle of the night. Not because of nightmares, but his throat feels dry, plus his body is sultry. At that time it was dry season, but he did not expect that the night was also this hot. Always, Indri found herself in the arms of her husband. His face was sinking on the man's chest, instantly able to inhale the scent of pine there deeply. The two arms of the man locked him tightly, so Indri might carefully move up while removing the hold gently.

It turns out it's not that easy. The two arms suddenly grabbed him tighter, reluctant to release Indri. Simultaneously, the man woke up with half-opened eyes. He looked down and looked at Indri sleepily. "... Where to?" it's raspy and sour.

"I'm thirsty." Indri smiled gently and rubbed Indra's jaw, reassuring the man. "I want to go down to the kitchen."

Indra sighed softly. The turn that moved rose up and whispered softly, "Let me get it." The man kissed Indri's lips briefly before moving down from the bed and then out.

Indri momentarily rubbed his lips, somewhat not expecting the treatment earlier. The sleepiness completely dissipated successfully, turning warm on the cheeks. The woman stood up and looked at the curtains on the unmoved balcony door. There's no wind tonight. If he is usually cold by the wind, Indri actually hopes the wind is present now. The temperature tonight turned out to be so hot. That made her wear a nightgown even though Indri did not like the shape of the clothes that made her arms, shoulders, and half her thighs open. It was still better than he felt sultry by his pajamas suit that covered up to his wrists and feet. Indri turned his head as Indra returned with a large glass of water. Indra had also stripped off his shirt that night from being sultry by the hotter temperatures than usual until the man was bare-chested. Indri again blushed and tried to divert his attention from it, switching to the glass in the hands of Indra which is quite large than ordinary portions. "You brought that much?" ringisnya slow.

Indri hurriedly held Indra who was about to grab her. "For tonight alone," his great-grandson was nervous, "can you not embrace me? I'm .. so it's getting hotter."

Goody. Indra does not like the dry season. The man was forced to hold his hand which was always used to hold Indri. Instead, Indri lay facing him. Indra followed and lay facing the woman. He grabbed Indri's hand to hold it between them, at least still wanting to ensure the presence of the woman by his side. Indri returned the grip and smiled gently, then first closed and immediately fell asleep. Indra also as soon as possible shuts down and goes to dreamland - trying to get rid of whatever the contents of his mind are now that makes him palpitate.

Adding another reason why Indra does not like - as well as like - in the dry season. The hot temperature like now makes his wife must wear a thin and minimal nightgown. His wife's body was exposed more than usual, plus the thin dress was limp and perfectly showed the curves of her body. Indra did not like the sight - because he was always made to pound and it messed up his breath. Although Indra secretly liked that appearance as well.