MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 42 SHE CRIES

On the way home, we kept quiet. I was exploring my own feelings. What is this feeling?

I often see Bima looking at me from the glass in front of her. I threw my face away. Looking towards my husband.

My husband can only be quiet. There's no reaction. I held her hand tightly. Still he can only be quiet.

Arriving at home, Bima lowered the Arka mas from the car with the help of bi Yati. I held the wheelchair. Then after Arka was seated in his wheelchair, Bima pushed him into the house.

"Where are you going to take you, Mom? Looks like dad's tired. Maybe sleepy, Mom" asked Bima.

I who was still struggling with my own feelings, was shocked to hear Bima's question.

"Oh, yes. Take it to my room" I said. Then Bima pushed the wheelchair into my room. I followed him from behind.

Mas Arka was put to sleep in my bed. Then Bima covered him. I just kept quiet watching him.

Paying attention to the sturdy body of Bima. I imagined the body holding me. It must be very comfortable to be there. Like when Arka grabbed me first. Ah, I immediately dispelled my dirty thoughts.

Why am I thinking this way? Is it because I miss Arka's caresses? Missed hugs. Miss fondling. Ah....

Bima passed out of my room. When his body was right next to mine, he seemed to be deliberately nudging me. Slowly. But the impact is terrible. My heart is beating so fast.

Especially when his eyes are directed at me. Sardonic. It was like it was stuck right in my heart.

As soon as Bima came out, I immediately locked the door to my room. I palpated my chest. Why is it beating like this?

I'm heading for my glass closet. I looked at my own face. What's wrong with me? Is it wrong if I want it?

Nah! I can't get carried away with my feelings. He's not my husband. He was just the one who took care of my husband. But i'm....

I take off one by one my clothes. Until I left my underwear. I felt my stomach grow. There's my son and Arka's son here.

Suddenly I wanted a touch. I raba my twin mountain. I closed my eyes. I told Arka to touch her. Squeeze it. Suck it. Ah. I sighed to myself.

I'm looking at my head. I looked at my husband lying in bed. His eyes are still wide open. But his view is empty. I don't know what he's feeling.

In the past, when I was like this, Arka would hug me from behind. And will make me fly with just his touches.

But now? He just kept quiet. Longitudinally weak helpless. I approached. Sit beside him. I looked at his face.

That face, the face that used to fascinate me. Hypnotized me. Foul. Now withered.

I touched his lips. The lips that always make me speechless. Lips that will play wild in every inch of my body. Not symmetrical anymore.

My hand went down to his neck. Her chest. The chest that has started is no longer a field. His skin is no longer tight. Loose-fitting.

I lay by his side. I don't know where I'm pushing, I suddenly want it. My eyes feel foggy.

I'm fondling. Every inch of his body. Like she used to fuck me, so I'm helpless. My hand slipped into his clothes.

Continues. And continues. Down's up. And it's getting down. Until I found hers that used to make me reach my peak.

I played my hand. I wish there was a reaction to my touch. There's none. There's no reaction. He and his family are asleep.

But.my passions are getting more tempestuous. I played it myself. With one hand. And one other hand plays mine alone.

I feel more flying. Drifting. My eyes are getting foggy. I'm getting wild. No matter what my stomach is growing.

I am racing against my desires. Without a thread. Without any obstruction. Freer. I release my desire. I let go of my passion. No one's helping. Only my hands are getting wild.

Continues. And continues. Getting tighter. Increasingly terrible. Until I feel my release. Ah.I sighed.

I reached my peak. The peak I used to enjoy with my husband. But now, I have to climb it myself. Struck itself.

I threw my innocent body next to my husband's limp motionless body.

I looked at him from the side. I'm appalled. There was a clear grain at the end of his eye. Mas Arka was crying. Yeah, she's crying. He reacted.

I lifted my body up again. I looked at his face. His eye. His gaze is still empty. But those eyes, they're spitting out clear liquid. I shake his body.

"Mas...Mas...you're crying? Did you see me just now? You want it too?" my many. My tears are getting unstoppable. Cry broke.

"Mas.ayo wake up, Mas. Look at me, Mas. Look at my belly that's starting to grow, Mom. Here is your son. Our kids. Wake Mas!" I shook his body again.

I look at his eyes. The clear liquid is getting more and more. She kept crying. If she can cry, why can't she move.

I raise his hand. I'm motionless. The hand withered. There was no reaction. Can't move a bit.

I threw that hand back. I threw my body too. I wept. I screamed.

Aaaaaaakkhh!

I heard my bedroom door knock. Even in gedor. The voices of Bima and bi Yati are calling my name.

I shrink my tears. I close my eyes. I sit. Calms my heart beat. Calm myself. I reopen my eyes.

They kept knocking on my bedroom door. I pick up my clothes. I wore. And I opened my bedroom door.

"Mother why?" ask them almost simultaneously.

I'm shaking. Bima nyelonong enter. He went straight to my bed. He's watching the Arkas. He went back and forth Arka's body.

Then he approached me. Real close. At that time bi Yati had already left us.

With one hand, Bima closed the door to my room. Then he lifted my chin. Staring into my eyes. Removing airmataku.

Slowly his hand touched my lips. Gentler. A touch of my husband's hand.

Bima moved his face. Approaching my face. Keep on getting closer, until there's no more distance. Our noses meet. Our breath is hunting each other.

And without command, our lips seek each other. Mutually fangle. Sip each other. Mutual *******. Seek each other pleasure there. Longtime.

Until we both run out of breath. Panting each other. I'm down.

Bima lifted my chin again. He moved his face again. When our lips started to stick again. Suddenly the bolster that was on my bed side fell.

Who dropped it? Could the roll roll over? Then who rolled it? It is impossible to roll by yourself. There is no wind. Or maybe....

We're shocked. Spontaneously we looked towards my bed. We looked at it for a moment. Then we approached Arka. He still opened his eyes. The same eyes. The empty eyes. But...

Clear liquid flowed into his cheeks. She cried.