Chương 137: About Desire

Evening, at Uttara palace. In their majestic and luxurious room, Guntur Aji the King of Uttara was having sex with his wife, Queen Amira.

After the king convulsed violently releasing the liquid of his love in the queen's coitus hole, he just fell and embraced the queen with both of them gasping for air.

"Oh, I love you, honey," said Guntur Aji without lifting his face. "I love you."

Amira smiled as she rubbed her husband's head and back. And moments later, the king had fallen asleep in exhaustion, but not for the queen.

After making sure her husband was fast asleep, Amira carefully got off the bed. She stepped over to her dressing table and took a small ceramic jug filled with poison powder from one drawer.

She gripped the small jug tightly, stepped closer to her husband, and stroked his head with tenderness.

"I'm sorry, my dear," whispered Amira to Guntur Aji, "I have to do this, Andhika must be silenced so that my secret with Daryaseta is not exposed."