KNITTING THE FLAKES OF LOVE
Chapter 1
If the time we have had no meaning for you, then I will endure for the sake of the children. We will begin to struggle to find happiness even if we are no longer together.
Tonight I dress up beautifully. All the fragrances he had applied all over his body. It has been almost two months he and Pram have not done the ritual husband and wife. Both are busy. Office activities have taken up the time of Citra, especially now the schedule to attend workshops and seminars outside the city is so crowded. While Pram, since replacing the late Prima Wijaya Santosa his papa as Ceo in Space Group made his schedule densely creeping, so that the day home was dark and all residents had fallen asleep in the arms of the night.
Citra longed for the warmth of her husband's burly body. How Pram indulges himself with soft and friendly touches, showering him with the word love, which always makes Citra float.
“Enough Wid...” Pram pushes Widya's body already in her lap.
Although he loves his lover, but he cannot go beyond the limits. Jemari Widya had slipped down making Pram growl holding back the passion that was almost up to the head.
“Didn't you divorce that woman soon?” widya's spoiled voice sighed shahdu.
“We can only do this limited. Loved you. I won't stain you until Ijab kabul happens between us.” Pram kissed fondly Widya.
Pram quickly tidied Widya's blouse that was disheveled due to his fingers.
“It's late today, I'll take you home.” Pram rose from Sopa who witnessed the intimacy between him and his secretary.
The clock on the wall clanged 9 times. The sound of Pram's car was already heard entering the garage. Because of the position of their rooms below, so Citra can hear clearly. She sprayed perfume on her white, crisp neck.
Pram entered their room. He was surprised to see a still-asleep image. The appearance of Citra is so tempting to faith. Pram gulps. He walked straight to the bathroom, trying to distract himself. After cleaning his body and changing his clothes he immediately laid his body in the bed. He did not care about the image that was still combing his long hair past the shoulders.
Seeing Pram's indifferent attitude, Citra immediately moved closer to her husband and lay down by his side. He began to wrap his hands around the body of Pram who was lying behind him. His bouncy fingers began to caress Pram's chest which was firm and solidly filled. He began to kiss Pram's neck while blowing it warmly.
Pram blocked Citra's hand and held it firmly. “Day is already night. I'm really tired tonight.”
“After a day, yes.” Mayu Soft imagra. She sniffed the neck of her husband who showered her with light kisses.
Pram shook his head quickly. “Tomorrow early in the morning I will leave for Semarang. I don't want to sleep on the way.” She covered her body with a blanket to her head.
The image glued to see Pram's attitude. What happened to her husband. All this time their relationship was fine, and Pram was never stiff and rude. Tonight Pram's attitude is really another.
The tears of the image dripping did not feel soaking in his cheeks as well as his deepest heart. He is sad and hurt at Pram's refusal. This is the second time Pram has refused to have an intimate relationship with her. Though she had tried to go home early from the office, in order to prepare for the needs of her family at home, including serving her husband.
“Ma, when SMA next year mbak want to continue in Solo aja, ” said Kinar while enjoying breakfast in the morning.
“I stay here aja, pity mama alone no friend,” interrupted Damar.
“Papa not going anywhere.” Kinar fast.
Pram choking. He felt something scratch his little heart hearing the conversation that was happening. But he could not deny, lately there is something else in his heart. Their 14-year marriage has been cold and bland lately.
Someone in the office started to interfere with his thoughts. The fresh-looking young secretary secretly began to steal his heart. His bold attitude broke Pram's rigidity. Her sweet, seductive voice made Pram's little heart feel something he had never felt for a long time.
The image of you heard Damar say, “Damar also felt the hunch I experienced?” batin Citra lirih's.
He tried to resist the negative thoughts that began to interfere with his mind. He looked at the indifferent Pram enjoying the breakfast that morning. Usually Pram will start talking about the daily life of his sons. But now, only rigidity occurs at the dinner table, although Kinar and Damarlah still never feel bored talking about school or their playmates.
“Quite, Wid...” Pram stopped Widya's fondling of her secretary who was still struggling spoiled in her lap.
“Ntar again dong, mas. I still miss.” Widya still kissed Pram's neck while licking it with affection.
Pram's blood is felt to rise to the head. “Enough, Wid. I don't want to do anything forbidden. We are not yet legitimate.” He stopped Widya's hand that began to creep down to her chest.
“I admire you so much..” sigh spoiled Widya, while coming down from Pram's lap.
“I know. All need process.” Pram hugs his lover while kissing Widya's forehead affectionately.
“I'll be patiently waiting for you.” Widya tightened her embrace. The smell of Pram's masculine perfume really intoxicates him. I don't think he wants to take off that hug. What he wants now is to pull Pram to a warm bed, but Pram is not a man who carelessly brings women to warm his bed.
