Why Do You Love Me?

A man stood with his hand out the bedroom window. Enjoying the wind that is quite strong and also heavy rain that pours from the sky. The corner of his sharp eye glanced at an object the size of a yellow television remote. It was an anemometer, on his wrist was around a watch-like object which was none other than a barometer. Both are tools for measuring air velocity and pressure.

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen knots ..." With super fast reflex the man shifted the rifle he had prepared beforehand. Aim at the target at superhuman speed as if he had been used to this throughout his life story. There was no panic, no fear, no doubt, not even a drop of sweat.

BANG !!

In one shot, the bullet penetrated the Deputy Mayor's temple until it penetrated deep into the head of the poor man's private driver. Blood and brain spurts litter the car jog. The luxury car sped out of control and crashed into the car in front of it.

"Target eliminated," he said softly into an old model cell phone.

After closing the flip model cellphone, he hurriedly cleared all his equipment and left the room. Put the baseball cap back on before exiting the crevices of the multi-story building. Flowing into the crowd of humans who looked curious about the incident. A black raincoat disguised the backpack he was carrying.

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Jasmine was shakily turning the knob slowly, trying to peek, who was that uninvited guest? Jasmine slowly opened the door, her other hand prepared with soap and a toilet brush. Her heart was beating so fast, her breath seemed to be choked with panic.

[ I'll put soap on the eyes before hitting him, just watch out if he dares to mess with me!] Jasmine thought steeled herself.

The door opened slowly, Jasmine's eyes began to browse the living room that seemed to merge with the dining room. Jasmine's round eyes became more and more perfectly rounded, how shocked Jasmine was to find her husband lying on the floor. Moaning softly while holding his sore buttocks.

"Babe ?! Are you all right? Did you hit your head?" Jasmine rushed out, threw the toilet brush, and wiped the soap off her hand onto the towel.

"No, it's just that my butt hurts so badly. Oh, I don't see any puddles in the house." Rafael grimaced, he grabbed his ass.

"Sorry, I came home in the rain, quickly went into the bathroom so I haven't had time to wipe the water dripping from my clothes." Jasmine looks regretful because her carelessness Rafael slipped.

"Then why did you bring a toilet brush?" asked Rafael in surprise, his wife looked very tense.

"Eum, that ..." Jasmine muttered, confused for an excuse. There was no way she could honestly tell her husband that today she was almost raped by her client. Not ordinary customers, customers are scary and also reckless. Jasmine was afraid that the man would look for her again.

"Because I thought a thief came in, El. You said you were going home tomorrow." Jasmine dodged it, she cleaned up her husband's drawing equipment which had fallen apart when he slipped. Brushes of various sizes and also acrylic paint scattered on the tile floor. The wooden trunk --the paint container-- opened, apparently damaged when it hit the floor.

"You want to keep thieves from coming in dressed like this?" Rafael's eyebrows wrinkled when he saw his wife's beautiful body only wrapped in a bath towel.

"Ah, yes ...," Jasmine whispered, who had just realized her stupidity. It turned out that she was very innocent, no wonder so many people mistook her.

"You piss me off, Jasmine!" Rafael got up, grabbed his aching butt.

"You came home a day early?" asked Jasmine as she helped Rafael up.

"Why it can not?" asked Rafael.

As soon as he stood up, the man grabbed Jasmine's waist.

"Ouch amused, El !!" Jasmine stretched.

"I miss you, Jas! And it was not in vain to come home a day earlier, my wife welcomed me in a sexy dress like this." Rafael kissed Jasmine's lips, the two of them gave each other an affectionate look. Rafael's hand let go of the towel wrapped around Jasmine's beautiful body.

"Not in the living room, EL," Jasmine prevented.

"Then, let's go to the room!" Rafael carried Jasmine into the room.

Rafael immediately slammed Jasmine's naked body gently onto the bed. Kissing without pause each of her beautiful curves. Jasmine squirmed even more as Rafael's hands were fingering, stroking the surface inch by inch of Jasmine's smooth skin. Playing her two beautiful bulges on her chest.

"Argh, El ...," sighed softly out as Rafael gave her pleasure.

Without waiting, Rafael also took off his clothes, showing off his toned and muscular body.

[ Ah, even my husband has a beautiful body, why should I be tempted by the body of that stupid lion?] Jasmine bit her lip, playing naughty in her mind while teasing Leonardo's words this afternoon.

Rafael's body is not as big as Leonardo's, but for muscle problems, Rafael will not lose. His body is equally sturdy and well trained. The six-sided abs, broad chest, and tight arms, became stronger when he held his body so as not to overpress Jasmine.

"Why are you looking at me that badly, Jas?" asked Rafael, confused, his wife's eyes were naughty and full of passion.

"Because I miss you too much, El," Jasmine whispered, she put her arm around Rafael's neck, then kissed the lips again. The lips of the two of them mutually affectionate, there is no pause, only a sigh that makes the breath reproach to keep being drawn in.

Sweat dripping, along with the mixture of beautiful feelings and passion that overflowed. The passion for romance burns both of them. Sensual movement becomes a ritual full of intimacy.

"Argh ... slow down, El!" Jasmine rambles when Rafael starts plowing into her most private area.

"Alright, darling." Rafael moved as comfortably as possible for Jasmine. It's been one week without seeing each other, Rafael wants to start their game softly.

The ritual brought them both on a pulse of pleasure.

Rafael slammed his body onto Jasmine as the two of them were satisfied. Jasmine's shoulders heaved up and down with her shaking and heavy breathing. Rafael's game was enough to tire her out. The woman slipped into her husband's arms, feeling the heartbeat of the number one man in her life roaring with the same speed.

"Tired?" asked Rafael.

"Don't I ever get tired when I make love with you? You always make my feet hurt because I hold you too long." Jasmine pinched her husband's arm.

"Then we'll do it from behind. So you don't need to support me. Or while sitting on the sofa like that time?"

"Again? No ... No! I could pass out." Refuse Jasmine.

"Why?"

"It still hurts you know."

"Oh yes? Which part? Let me see?" Rafael glanced mischievously, teasing Jasmine.

"Do not!" Jasmine caught Rafael's face. Even though they have been married for almost a year, Jasmine is still shy when it comes to bed problems.

Rafael stroked Jasmine's head before kissing her. They fell silent again, enjoying the beautiful sound of the heartbeat of their respective partners.

"How was the drawing project?" Jasmine broke the silence.

"It's finished sooner than expected. I got three and a half million, take it for the mortgage and utility bills." Rafael answered Jasmine's question gently.

"Ah, I wish I weren't in a hurry to sell our wedding rings, EI. I didn't know you'd come home early and bring money." Jasmine's face looked disappointed. Unfortunately, the ring that symbolizes their love must be lost.

"You've already asked for permission to sell it. After all, we're having a hard time with it. Medicine for mom is more important than the ring." Rafael tightened his embrace, Jasmine felt comfortable in Rafael's firm arms. She could forget all her troubles this afternoon, even no longer caring if she had to get fired tomorrow. Jasmine loved her husband too much. There was no way she would have betrayed just for the money that Leonardo was offering her.

"I'm sorry. After getting married, instead of living happily, you suffer even more. I will try to find work again tomorrow," said Rafael

"Everything was my choice, El. I'm not sorry, because I love you so much." Jasmine looked at her husband's face.

"Why Jasmine? Why do you like me? What do you see from an unemployed man like me? Never mind luxury, I can't even make ends meet." Rafael also looked down at Jasmine's beautiful face.

"Falling in love at first sight, do you believe that, El? I fell in love the first time I saw you drawing in the church. At that time you looked cool! And my heart was pounding because of it!" Jasmine bit her lip a little embarrassed as well as reminiscing about that time.

"What about you? Why would you accept me as your wife? Wasn't you so cold to me, Mr. Artist?" Jasmine sneered. Rafael just smiled and then chewed Jasmine's tiny lips back. Kissed it for a moment before asking a question.

"I wonder why?"

— MI VOLAS VIN —