Irwan embraced his wife's frail body. He patted her back gently. "There's nothing for you to worry about. I won't leave you alone."
Joya's sobs grew louder. Again, Irwan told him that he would always accompany him. Joya is calm. It didn't matter that his parents left him, because Irwan was with him.
After crying for a long time, Joya asked Irwan to sleep beside her. Joya is afraid that Irwan will go and leave her while she sleeps.
Irwan was about to refuse. He didn't want to hear Joya's anger like before. He is also afraid that he will not be able to hold back if he has to be close to Joya. However, seeing Joya's puffy face, Irwan couldn't bear to make her sadder.
"Don't cross this line," said Joya, pointing at the empty space between them.
Irwan nodded and lay down beside Joya.
A few moments later. Joy started to fall asleep. At first, Joya slept peacefully. However, over time his sleeping position increasingly shifted. He approached Irwan until he finally infiltrated his husband's body. Irwan tried to get away, but Joya hugged his waist tightly.
"Your hands make me uncomfortable," said Irwan. While moving her hands from her waist.
Instead of letting go of her hug, Joey just tightened his grip on her. He also pressed his body closer to Irwan's body. Joya even used Irwan's right arm to support his head.
Irwan is not comfortable with their position. Every move that Joya made, made her body shiver so that her lower part also stiffened. Every little friction that Joya made, made Irwan hold his breath, refrain from touching his body.
Irwan shifted his body slightly, away from Joya. However, Joya pressed her body back together. Soon, the sound of Joya's breathing began to become regular. Joya sleeps, after making her husband's lower half awoke.
After making sure Joey sleep soundly. Irwan removed Joya's hands from his waist and propped Joya's head with a pillow. He was about to move to sleep on the sofa. But, before Irwan could move. Joya opened her eyes.
"Where are you going?" he asked with half-closed eyes.
"Sleep on the couch," Irwan answered.
Joya pushed aside the pillow on her head and pulled back Irwan's right arm. She also hugged her husband's waist again.
"Sleep here," he said as he closed his eyes again.
Irwan swallowed hard. Joya's hug managed to make her core tense perfectly. Developing and hardening, begging to be let go. It's torturous. Abysmal Wet, Irwan was unable to resist the warmth of his wife's body.
"Don't be mad when you wake up. I'm just enjoying what you give me." he whispered.
Irwan closed his eyes, as he hugged his wife's body tightly.
***
Joya felt his body warm. Very warm to make it comfortable. Joya curved the corners of her lips upwards, as she pressed her body against the hard bolster that was in her arms.
'Roll?'
'Since when in this room there are bolsters?'
Joya opened her eyes. His pupils widened when he saw Irwan's body in his arms.
"Finally you wake up," said Irwan.
Joya looked up to see her husband's flat face. Joya's cheeks flushed. For a moment, his brown netra collided with Irwan's black netra.
"I'm sleepy. Can you let go of your hug?"
Joya frowned.
"Your hands and feet are wrapped around me," explained Irwan, answering Joya's confusion.
Reflexively, Joya inched away from Irwan. She was shocked when she realized that she was still hugging Irwan. "S- sorry!" he stammered.
"I can't sleep. Please wake me up in half an hour. And make me coffee," he said.
"You stayed up late?" asked Joya while looking at Irwan's tired face.
Instead of answering, Irwan even closed his eyes. In no time, his chest was rising and falling and his breathing was rough.
Joya snorted. "Other people wake up, you sleep instead. What did you do all night?"
Joya got up from her sleeping position. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand which showed 04:15. Joey looked back at her husband. She smiled as she covered her husband's body. Joya got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself.
Thirty minutes later. Joya came out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen. Seeing Irwan still fast asleep, he did not have the heart to wake him up. Joya went to the kitchen and struggled with cooking ingredients to make breakfast.
After setting the food on the dining table. Joya went back to the kitchen to make coffee. As she inhaled the smell of coffee, Joya suddenly remembered her annoying boss. He immediately threw the coffee in his hand into the trash. Finally, Joya made ginger tea for her husband.
When Joya was about to wake up her husband, Irwan came out of the room first. Her face looks fresher than before.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" he protested.
"You sleep soundly. I don't have the heart," answered Joya, smiling sweetly.
Irwan was stunned. Joya's smile bewitched him, making him feel tired and feel more excited. Ivan sat in his chair. He winced at the sight of the drink in front of him.
"Where's My Coffee?" asked Irwin.
"There's no coffee. I hate coffee. You just drink the ginger brew. This drink will make your body fresher than coffee," answered Joya.
Irwan raised his cup in front of him. He sipped his first drink. "Delicious," muttered Irwan.
Joya smiled. "I made it myself from kitchen ingredients," he said proudly. "Anyway, starting today, there will never be coffee in our house."
"Why?" asked Irwan, then took another sip of his drink
"I hate coffee. Because of that annoying Boss. My stomach churns every time I smell coffee."
Cough!
Irwan choked on his ginger ale. His nose felt sore and hot, because of the water that had entered his respiratory tract.
"Be careful! Don't drink it in a hurry," said Joya, giving her water and patting her husband's back lightly.
"Thank you." Irwan took the water that Joya handed him over. "What did your boss do to make you hate coffee?"
Joya was hesitant to say about her boss. He didn't want Irwan to worry. However, seeing Irwan's curious face, Joya couldn't help but tell him.
"Pak Ridwan made me make coffee up to eleven times. He is very annoying. I am grateful to be married to you. So I don't need to be afraid that he will be my soul mate."
Cough!
Irwan choked on his spit. He flinched inside. Irwan grinned. Although his face looks flat. But in his heart, Irwan regretted his foolishness that had played with Joya.
Irwan always tests his secretary's sincerity. He doesn't like working with women who only rely on beauty. But for Joya's problem, the reason is different. He made fun of Joya because he was annoyed to see her who seemed close to Pram.
Joya looked at Irwan who was silent. Irwan's natural flatness made him exasperated. Joya was curious what her husband was thinking.
"I'll make sure you don't experience it again," said Irwan. Joy frowned. "So what can you do?"
"You want me to go to him?" Irwin raised his eyebrows.
Joya glared. "No. Don't do that," Joya answered quickly. "I'm not a child. I just need to be patient with him."
Joya sat on her chair. For a moment, Joya stared at her husband who was sipping his drink. When Irwan glanced at him, Joya immediately looked away with a blushing face.
Joya cooks rice for her husband. "Do you want fish or chicken?"
"Just chicken," said Irwan.
Joya put the chicken on Irwan's plate. They also had breakfast quietly. Occasionally, Joya stole glances at her husband. He was grateful, Irwan never protested anything he cooked. He always ate the food that Joya cooked with gusto..