C24 Jealousi

24. Jealousy

Before going home, Rifki invited Mesya to have dinner at a luxury restaurant and ordered a private room with special access, so that no one would see their whereabouts. He had to be more careful when he was with Mesya, as Resha had warned. Rifki returned home after taking Mesya back to her sister's apartment.

"Mey, where have you been, just got home all day," Alin said when she opened the door.

"Sorry, Sis, I fell asleep in the boarding house." Mesya came closer and hugged her sister. Her love for Rifki and the fear of losing her sister made her helpless. She kept lying to cover up her marriage and she also could not neglect her obligations to Rifki, who now was her husband.

If she had to be honest, would her sister understand and accept, after the woman continued to hope in Rama who would become her husband.

"Okay, if that is the case." Alin patted her sister's back. Accidentally, she smelled the scent of a man's perfume on her sister's body and also saw red marks on Mesya's chest when she broke the hug.

Alin, who was experienced, knew that it was not a coincidence. She was slightly surprised and clutched her chest which felt tight. She was sure that the scent of the perfume did not belong to Rama, because she had often interacted with the man.

Obviously Alin could tell the difference. But she also was not sure if her sister was related to another man behind Rama. The perfume itself reminds Alin of someone in her past who was still tightly tucked away in her heart. Alin rubbed her face with reddened eyes letting Mesya stroll into her room.

"Oh, Lord, don't let what I fear happen," she muttered, pressing her chest which felt tight. Alin prayed that her sister would not go the wrong way or did bad things to pay for her surgery at the hospital. But, she was also unsure and even doubted Mesya.

Before she died, her parents even ordered her to take care of Mesya until she met her soul mate. "Should I find out the truth?" Alin muttered until she imagined something she did not want.

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In another place, Rifki, who had just returned to his house, saw the atmosphere was lonely in the house. He approached his children's room one by one. Nadia and Arka and those who turned out to have entered dreamland. While adjusting Nadia's blanket, Rifki rubbed her head gently. Made the eighteen year old girl squirm softly and open her eyes.

"Papa just got home?" she asked sleepily.

"Yeah. Well, go back to sleep."

Nadia nodded and closed her eyes. "Oh yeah, Pa. Mama seemed to be worried about Papa," she added, closing her eyes, surprising Rifki.

Since when did his wife worry about him? Even when out of town, Resha never asked how he was. He went into Arka's room and saw that he was fast asleep. Rifki smiled and adjusted his blanket and turned off the room light.

Rifki climbed the stairs and entered his room together with Resha, who turned out to be his wife sitting at the dressing table with a slightly red face.

"Assalamualaikum, Resha. So unusual that you haven't slept yet." Rifki continued to say hello because it was an obligation even though his wife never answered. "You seems to be sad," Rifki guessed seeing Resha's face which was looking gloomy, while applying cotton on her face.

Resha did not answer, she took a deep breath as if she had a burden on her chest. "Why did you just come home at this hour, Rifki?" Resha asked, staring intently at her husband. Her husband's cheerful face was seen once and it bothered him even more.

"Sorry, I went somewhere else earlier."

"You went with that girl right?" Resha asked, making Rifki's brow furrowed.

Since when did the woman ask about his personal affairs? Rifki remained calm and answered. "It's been a few days I haven't seen her, so it's normal that I see her, after all I don't stay at her house," Rifki said as he took off his tie and shirt and entered the bathroom.

Resha who felt ignited and angry, clenched her hands. For some reason it hurted to hear the honesty from her husband's mouth, even though it was actually a natural thing.

That woman was also his wife, and Rifki needed to release what she did not give. Then why did she feel sorry for it now?

Rifki came out of the bathroom after a while, with a fresh face. Fortunately, with Mesya, he prayed in the congregation.

"Am I no longer attractive in your eyes?" Resha asked as she approached and opened her sleeping kimono, revealing white lingerie that showed her body shape, which still looks fresh at the age of forty-four years.

"You were so strange tonight. Is there something on your mind?" Rifki asked not understanding. Nevertheless, he still took Resha into a hug and kissed her head gently.

Then a sob escaped her lips. "Am I still attractive in your eyes?" Resha stretched her arms looking full at her husband's eyes.

"Why do you ask like that, it's not that everything hasn't changed, even though I've remarried. You're still special in my heart and my eyes. After all, isn't our domestic life happy and fine," Rifki said trying to convince. He did not want to see Resha feel sad, despite her never having a good attitude towards him, she was still his wife who had accompanied him for these ten years.

Rifki even accepted Resha's strengths and weaknesses without exception. As promised in front of the chief of marriage ceremony and the witnesses, ten years ago.

"If I want you tonight, will you do it too? Resha asked, releasing her shame when she was right in front of her husband who had always looked down on her.

"What do you mean, Res, I don't understand. Tell me is there something bothering you?"

"I want you tonight," she whispered softly. Resha wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes that fell on her cheeks, then brought her face closer, grabbed her husband's lips and kissed him aggressively. "Do it to me, tonight. Make me completely yours again," she said with tears in her eyes.

Rifki, who still did not understand what she wanted, still followed what she wanted. His passion did not peak because he had done it many times with Mesya, even in two different places. But, for the sake of respecting his wife's feelings, he tried to compensate.

Rifki pulled his wife's neck then compensated with a hot kiss. Then grabbed her body and moved quickly to touch the ass. The two of them walked slowly towards the bed with their lips intertwined. Their love was hot where both of them seemed to be holding back a longing that had been held back for years and then melted until they finally reached the peak together.

Resha, who had not done it with Rifki in a long time, felt her passion return. But then another image came to her mind and thought that her husband might be imagining her. Because Rifki was never that strong in balancing her. And that was one of the reasons she felt bored doing it with Rifki.

In the middle of their second journey to the top, Rifki repeatedly called and mumbled her name. But that did not made her happy, and when her eyes were fishing there was a red mark on her husband's chest which instantly managed to make her mood collapse again. Resha pushed her husband's body and asked him to stop doing it.

Rifki, who had not yet reached the top in the second half, looked at his wife in surprise. But still obeyed and threw himself to the side with the position still on. Rifki was disappointed that he had not yet reached his peak. He saw Resha who was crying with her back to him.

"Is anyone mad at you, Dear. Tell me why you are like this. Was making love with me a mistake for you?" Rifki asked, full of annoyance at having to stop halfway.

Resha did not answer but tears rolled down her cheeks again. while burying her face in the pillow.

Rifki, who still wanted it after he had not done it for a long time, immediately moved quickly by forcing his wife to serve him from behind.

Until Resha sighed again feeling the rain that made her float again. Moreover, Rifki's strong treatment made her feel satisfied. Until both of them again felt extraordinary pleasure and both experienced orgasm in the second half.

"You're great, Resha."