Stealing The Wife’s First Kiss - Chapter 188

Healing

For those of you who are looking for healing

From wounds that never have a cure

Let’s go on a journey together

Maybe by admiring His nature

We are reminded that this earth is wide

That oxygen is still abundant to be inhaled

So you do not feel cramped anymore

Do not feel the air pressure squishing you anymore

With flying creatures and dancing plants greeting each other

I walk this path as my way to heal myself

Maybe then there will be mercy from the owner of destiny

Who has scratched her ink

About her who is coveted but has a different storyline

I have been chasing her for a long time but the results are still in vain

Even though I forgot the word bored and lazy just to catch her aura

The expression on the face of the Goddess of Heaven who was lost on earth

What is the use of it all if the storyline is not on my side and her?

Finally, my only path is to heal myself

By traveling the earth and seeing how vast it stretches out

Whoever you are, let’s heal your wounds

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“Aruna, let’s take a photo..”. Dea asked her.

“Let’s go..”. These two girls took an unimportant selfie at the airport photo booth.

Hendra’s men, including the blue-eyed, looked at the two of them, feeling embarrassed. Their brain was thinking ‘what’s the point of taking a photo in such an insignificant place’.

They just arrived at the lobby. These two young girls were about to take a photo together for the second time. Unfortunately, two cars had already come to pick them up.

Both of them complained. One of them complained because their cars had to be different. The other car was special for Mrs. and Mr. Wenceslas.

Along the way, Aruna opened the window, looking at the beautiful island of the Gods. A small paradise with a variety of beauty and uniqueness. This name probably existed because the majority of the island was inhabited by Hindus who had many Lords. Dewa (Lord) came from the word Div which meant light and the Lord was a holy light from God Almighty (Ida Sang Hyang Widi) so that the Lords were a manifestation of Ida Sang Hyang Widi’s omnipotence. Lord wouldn’t be able to move freely, couldn’t bestow if not the will of God. Each Lord had their respective duties according to God’s will (Brahman) such as the Lord of Creator, Preserver, Fire, Wind, Water, etc.

These lords were called Dewata, so that Bali got the name Dewata Island, with thousands of temples scattered throughout the earth of Bali. It was also known as the Island of a Thousand Temples.

Seeing his woman really enjoying something, Hendra approached: “What do you see?”.

“The streets and the air of freedom”. She answered.

“You like it?”. Hendra asked again.

“Yes, of course..”. Aruna replied.

“You’re unique..”.

“And you’re weird..”. Aruna replied.

“I haven’t even said why I call you a unique woman.. But you’ve already said that”. Hendra complained.

“Because I chose this place instead of a private island, alone, and wrapped in romance. Right? I’m not wrong, right?”.

“Yes. That’s one of them..”.

Aruna just smiled at Hendra’s words.

“When we were together in the bathtub, you said ‘Until the next two years, we don’t know what will happen and I just want to take care of myself as best as possible’..” Hendra stroked her hair.

“You know, I’ll always try to give the best for you. You may not believe it, but it’s my promise. I can promise this more than any other promise”. Mahendra’s words made his girl immediately turn to look at him.

“Are you sure of your words?”. Aruna asked about the seriousness of Wiryo’s grandson.

“Even though my method is often wrong, you can test my sincerity”. Hendra said firmly.

“So…”. Aruna hadn’t finished talking yet.

“So you can keep my promise on this one”. Hendra said.

This woman stared at him for a long time. At the umpteenth minute and second, she finally made a meaningful move. She took off Hendra’s hat and ran her fingers through her husband’s brown hair. She stroked that man’s hair.

Slowly, the blue-eyed closed his eyes, enjoying his wife’s unique way of expressing her feelings.

“Hendra…”.

“Hmm..”.

“Don’t you want to try a new way so that we, I mean our household, are closer to each other?”. The woman asked.

“What kind of way?”.

_We try to live alone in one house. I’ll cook for you every morning and bring you lunch. Then we’ll go together. You take me to campus then you go to work. When the afternoon comes, I welcome you home from work. Maybe that way we’ll get used to each other_ That request could only be in Aruna’s mind.

“Hmm.. Nothing..”. And she changed her words.

“That’s why I call you unique”. Hendra replied.

“I have everything except the way to understand you. Your comfortable place is something expensive to me. Just name it. Whatever you want, I’ll try to work it out”. Hendra added, trying to convince his wife.

“Thank you”. She gave him a hug. That hug was deeper than any hug he’d ever received.

“If I suddenly have to leave you, I hope you’re still okay”. That girl whispered.

“That’s impossible”. Hendra replied.

“I know you’ve gone through your crisis, so you’ll definitely be stronger”.

_Heard you’ve recovered. Hendra, congratulations_

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WELCOME BALI

A woman with proportional weight and an attractive slim body was very attractive in a short sleeve midi dress, high heels, and a limited edition Chanel classic flap bag, with all black accessories.

She kept herself busy by reading a brief description of the island of the Gods in the lobby of a 5-star hotel.

The Island of the Gods consisted of 8 regencies and 1 municipality, with an area of 5,636.66 km² or about 0.29% of the total area of Indonesia. The highest mountain was Mount Agung with a height of 3,148 meters. Denpasar was the capital of this province. The main destinations for tourist attractions were Kuta, Sanur, Nusa Dua, and Ubud. The top diving spots were in Nusa Lembongan, Amed, Tulamben, and Menjangan. There were four beautiful lakes namely Lake Batur in Kintamani, Beratan in Bedugul, and the twin lakes Tamblingan and Buyan. With the beauty of the island which was also named Dewata, Bali was visited by millions of foreign tourists, bringing various cultures of their own. What was remarkable was that Bali still adhered to the traditions handed down by its ancestors such as the routine of praying with various offerings that we often saw in temples and even on the street, which characterized strong religious beliefs with offerings to the Dewata.

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