A Ghost To Mak

First Night

"Bang, tonight Laila is sleeping with Mak, yes!" Laila whispered in Paul's ear. The bespectacled man glanced at Laila with an inexplicable look.

"Oh Allah, Laila. Tonight makes your own bobo!" he exclaimed in a spoiled tone.

Invitational guests have begun to come a little, plus the night is also getting late. Bibi also suggested that Laila and Paul get off the leash. Paul took Laila who had difficulty down the stage pelaminan, the steps were a little difficult because of the big wedding dress, plus the tiger on the head is quite heavy.

"Auntie help you get changed, Dek!" exclaimed aunt when both of them were already in the room. Laila who was sitting on the bedside nodded, but Paul quickly blocked the aunt at the door.

"Thank you, Bi. Let me help Laila change clothes" said Paul firmly. With an embarrassed smile, the aunt left the door of the newlyweds room.

"Ish, Brother what the hell. Let me take care if there is an aunt who helps. He was told to go." Laila got up from her seat, approached Paul who was closing the door.

"Let my brother help Laila get changed. Brother sincerely born, dear," said Paul with a seductive tone. It makes Laila misbehaved, quickly he turned his body avoiding Paul who was getting closer.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Now that. Who's gonna piss off Deketin's brother Laila." Paul was more and more engrossed in tempting Laila, his steps must be approaching to reach his wife's body, but slowly Laila also walked backwards to avoid Paul.

Laila looked back, there was no way out when her body hit the side of the bed. The smell of red roses filled the room. Flower petals scattered on the mattress covered with white sheets.

Laila sat on the side of the bed, her head lowered. It doesn't matter what Paul does next. Both her hands were squeezing the wedding dress. Happy, fear as well, this was the first time Laila had been this close to a man.

"Laila, this is brother. Why'd you run away, anyway?" Paul crouched down in front of Laila. There was a sense of worry drawn from the look on his face. Paul touched Laila's slightly trembling hands, bringing her to his chest.

"Laila can rasain ... My brother feels the same." The thump on Paul's chest felt tight, like running a marathon around a football field.

"Sorry" said Laila. The girl looked at Paul's face. He's happy, very happy.

"Abserve, dear. We slowly walk it. I promise you I will try to be a good priest for Laila."

"Thank you, Bang." Laila aligned her body, sitting on the floor.

"The gate of Laila's love for Allah." Paul's left hand grabbed Laila's head, slowly he softly peeked at his wife's forehead, "sister contempt if there is a khilaf. My brother promised to make you an angel of heaven." Tears flowed profusely on Laila's cheeks, with Paul lovingly rubbing Laila's wet cheeks.

"Dear your darling!" Laila did not budge, her body felt stiff when her body was very close to Paul. It felt like he was dropping into his arms, but the shame made him look like a statue.

Both hearts pounded, their gazes deepened, happy tears drenched Laila's face, Paul patiently rubbed the tears with the back of his hand.

"Maomi ...." Paul's voice sounded raucous. Slowly he drew his face closer, about to kiss Laila's lips. The girl closed her eyes, unable to do anything but surrender.

"Darling ...." Paul brought his face closer, as his nose was about to touch Laila's cheek, stopping when the door was knocked. Reflex, Laila opened her eyes and pushed Paul's chest slowly.

"Someone knocked on the door, Bang." Laila covered her face with her palms, she felt a hot air around her face.

"Biarin. Brother wants ...." Back the glasses guy brought his face closer, but came back to a standstill when the door was knocked again.

"Ck ..," Paul clucked. He got up and walked over to see who was interrupting his first night.

"Mom" said Paul as he looked at the figure standing behind the door. Behind him stood Wak.

"Where are you going?" ask Paul.

"Wouldn't take Mak home."

"Where are you going?" Laila stood behind Paul. Mak Nur looked towards Laila.

"What is your wife, Bang? His eyes can be so!" mak's exclaiming to pick up Paul's ear.

"Eh, Mommy. My brother didn't say anything to me." Laila prevented Mak Nur's hand from barely touching the ear. The middle-aged woman also pulled back her hand.

"What is your child really doing?" tanya Mak made sure. Laila nodded for sure.

"Will not go home with Wak. Titip Brother, yes. If naughty says the same Mak. Let me teach you a lesson."

"Yes, Mommy."

Without being prevented, Mak Nur came home. Laila's house looked lonely, some families were already resting, also clean up the rest of the buffet. The door to the room closed again, both of them appearing to act embarrassed when they realized no one else would interrupt their first night.

"Bang ...," Laila's words came to a halt as Paul's index finger touched his lips.

"Udah night. Don't talk too much. Now, follow brother's orders."

Deg .. deg .. deg ....

Laila nodded, she felt hypnotized by Paul's intoxicating gaze. The man led Laila to sit at the dresser. Carefully he helped remove the tiger ornament from Laila's head. One by one the bridal ornaments on the head were released.

Laila was just silent, looking at her reflection from behind the mirror. He could not speak when Paul occasionally kissed the tip of his head. His body trembled to find such a friendly treatment from a man.

Layers of cloth head coverings one by one opened, until the remaining crown of Laila shouldered. Paul took off the black clasp as well as the ties to his wife's hair. The last clasp she took off, Laila's hair straight unraveled in length reaching the waist.

Paul smiled watching Laila's facial expression, his wife so resigned.

"Laila change clothes first, put on the clothes brother gave the other day, yes!" paul's orders immediately Laila's. He also took the clothes in question from the closet, then moved to the bathroom located in the left corner of his room.

Paul circled the wedding bed, occasionally smiling that this night would be the first time in his life that someone would accompany him every night. Thirty minutes passed, Laila never came out of the bathroom. Anxious, he knocked on the brown wooden door.

"Darling ... Laila is okay?" asked Paul in an anxious tone.

"Get in, Bang!" exclaim Laila.

"Is this sorted?" paul asked when the door opened.

"Yet, please Laila, can you?"

Worried, the glasses guy went into the bathroom. His eyes were wide with what he saw, "o Allah, Laila. Why did the ballerina change?"

"Laila can't open the zipper. Laila's hands aren't all right." Laila tried to reach for the zipper of the dress on the back. Paul chuckled, looking at his wife's silly behavior.

"Half an hour in the bathroom, what did it do?" Paul walked up to Laila, his hand grabbed the zipper of the dress and opened it.

"Laila .. embarrassed to ask for help." Laila lowered her head, the hue of her face reddening in embarrassment.

Paul twisted Laila's body, lifting his chin with his index finger.

"Yes already. Brother can come out. Thanks for helping me." Laila brushed Paul's finger off his chin, then led the man out of the bathroom.

"Don't ask you to open everything, honey?" Again Paul teases Laila.

"Don't ngarep." Paul laughed out loud, as he watched Laila's face flushed red like boiled shrimp. The man then laid his body on the bed, while waiting for Laila to tidy up, Paul opened his phone and replied to incoming messages from some friends who sent blessings.

Laila put on the wedding dress, folded it and put it in plastic. The girl looked fresher after cleaning herself and changing clothes.

Paul put his phone on the nightstand next to the bed, then walked over to Laila who was combing her hair. The palm of the man's hand touched Laila's shoulder, making her heart again beat violently. Paul bowed his body, leaning his head on Laila's shoulder.

"Laila baby, brother change first, muachh." Paul landed a kiss on Laila's left cheek. He quickly passed by and went into the bathroom.

It didn't take long for Paul to clean himself, the man changed into a red short-sleeved nightgown, matching the one Laila was wearing. Paul stared fixedly at Laila's face sitting on the edge of the bed, his face always looking down.

"What did Laila think?" Paul sat down next to Laila, clasping his hands tightly.

Laila lifted her face, then shook her head, "there's nothing, really."

"Really?"

"Humm ...."

"It's okay, pray first, yuk," Paul asked. Laila nodded, accepting the husband's invitation. Both then ablution and perform the Isya prayer, followed by the two rakaat prayer. After the prayer, Paul led the prayer, may Allah protect his household, also his loved ones, and may always Istiqomah in carrying out his orders.

Laila moved closer to Paul, then kissed the back of his hand ta'zim, "brother, happy?" ask Laila.

"Very happy, dear." The man kissed Laila on the forehead, "rest, Laila must be cape" Paul said.

"All right." Laila got up and took off her face, folded and placed it on a small table near the dresser.

"Where are you going?" laila asked when she saw Paul opening the door.

"Want to get a drink."

Laila walked over to Paul, and pulled him to sit on the side of the bed, "let Laila get you a drink for brother."

"No. You want to get Laila a drink."

"This time allow the dutiful Laila to serve her brother as Laila's husband."

"Let your brother spoil Laila!"

"No way."

"Yes, brother manjain another girl!" paul shouted in a slightly threatening tone. Laila let go of her hand, her eyes glazed over Paul's words. He was sitting limp on the floor.

Paul grabs Laila's body into his arms, realizing that it has hurt his wife, "sorry, dear. Khilaf brother!" whispers in Laila's ear. The girl buried her face in Paul's chest, the man tightened his arms as Laila cried.

"Your law has made Laila cry. Brother's sorry." Paul felt the sadness of Laila being hurt by her words, her body shaking in Paul's arms.

Laila's sobs subsided, she broke free from Paul's embrace. The man wiped away the remaining tears on Laila's cheek, gently peeling her forehead.

"Sorry, brother." Paul held Laila's face with both hands. The girl nodded, "sleep. Brother cape. Tomorrow's gonna have to open a shop, right?"

"Oh Allah, Laila could have tormented you!

"Kok tortured?"

"One month brother nahan kangen while undergoing ta'aruf time, and now Laila tell brother to open shop tomorrow? Ish, the evil."

"Well, wrong?"

"Wrongly, lah. Doesn't Laila want to spend time with her brother?"

"You don't, yeah ...." Laila turned her eyes the other way.

"You'll do it."

"Sleep yuk, Bang. Laila's tired."

Laila was about to stand up but her arm was pulled by Paul, "tonight we shouldn't ...."

Paul kissed Laila's lips, feeling her stiffening tremors when he was near the girl of his choice. He felt Laila's weakened body. The second breath is increasingly hunting, when the mind is defeated by the napsu.

"Bang ...," said Laila Parau, as her lips were free from the kiss. The man looked at Laila's face.

"What, Honey?" Paul was as hard as he could catch his breath.

"Laila cape, can we sleep tonight?"

Paul stood up, then grabbed Laila's body in his carry. Slowly the bespectacled man laid Laila's body on the bed and covered her.

"Don't be forced if Laila is tired. Brother wait until Laila is really ready for brother." Paul kissed Laila on the forehead, then laid his body next to the girl.

Being in the same bed made both of them unable to sleep.

"Any sleep, is it?" laila asked slowly as she looked at the position of Paul's body behind her. Paul turned his body and looked at Laila.

"Don't Laila just say cape?"

"Yes, anyway. But I can't sleep, right?"

"Do you want me to know how to get some sleep?"

"Where?"

"Here first." Paul patted his chest softly, Laila obeyed and brought his head closer to Paul's chest.

"Well, here's how to sleep!" Paul locks Laila's body in his arms. The girl did not rebel, she enjoyed the thump of Paul's heart beating faster in his chest. The two closed their eyes, feeling the warmth as well as the pounding of the heart simultaneously.