A Ghost To Mak

New Bride

Laila opened her eyes when her ears heard the sound of chickens crowing. The clock on the wall, at one in the morning. It's not unusual for him to hear a chicken crowing in the middle of the night like this. He tried to move his hands that felt numb. He tried to stretch out Paul's hand that hugged his body. It was hard, but the man was still asleep, thought Laila. His head looked up, looking at the husband's face.

"Abang is handsome, Laila!" Paul exhaled heavily, opened his eyes and turned to look at the wife who was still asleep in his arms looking at him.

"Bg ...." Laila clucking. He turned his face the other way. He himself refused to move to wake up, Paul's embrace was really warm and gave a very comfortable feeling.

"Laila's not sleeping?" ask Paul. The girl kept quiet and did not answer. His gaze stared straight at the ceiling of the room.

"Maomi ...." Paul's left hand touched the cheek, raising Laila's face to look at him.

"Laila thinks what?"

"Think nothing, Bang."

"Why daydream?"

"It's okay." Laila shifted her head away from Paul's chest, grabbed the hairband on the nightstand, "Laila wants to go to the restroom."

Laila got out of bed, rushed to the bathroom.

"Laila," called Paul, and the woman stopped her steps, turning her head.

"No morning gift for my beloved?"

"I mean, Brother?" Laila walked over and stood next to Paul who was still lying down.

Paul got up and sat back down, "this is brother tell you." Paul pulls Laila's arm, grabs the wife's body onto her lap.

Pt ....

A kiss landed on Laila's lips. Paul looked at his wife's face with love. For a moment the eyes of the two looked at. Laila's body was held in an embrace, the heart pounding as the two chests clashed. Laila looked very embarrassed to be treated so affectionately, when her neck and behind her ears did not escape Paul's kiss.

The man returned to lay Laila's body on the mattress, Paul's kiss was more intense on the face and neck Laila. Sometimes the man mentioned the name 'laila with his raucous voice.

Laila's body trembled as Paul showered her with a kiss. He even let when the man's hands release one by one the buttons of his nightshirt. Occasionally Laila called out the name 'paul with a voice that was no less raucous, in the breath of hunting, as well as a sigh that escaped from his mouth.

Paul pulled out a blanket, then covered Laila's trembling body. Laila closed her eyes, she felt completely helpless as Paul showered her with kisses on her shoulders, as well as her cleavage. Laila put both hands around Paul's neck, and locked him in a hug.

"Darling ...." Paul whispered friendly words in the ear, making Laila even more immersed in passion.

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Laila opened her eyes, she felt pain all over her body. His eyes stared at Paul who was still soundly asleep on his shoulder, sounding from a loud snoring. Some of Paul's body was pierced by Laila's body, as powerful as Laila's strength shifted the man's body.

Laila patted her back slowly, her memory twisting the events of last night. When he was completely washed away in Paul's woo. Sink and enjoy every kiss. Laila rubbed the tops of her husband's head, he was truly the best man. After showering him with an intoxicating kiss, inviting him to reach the top of the world's heaven, Paul did not let it go, lovingly he washed also re-pair Laila's clothes as before.

Laila's eyes widened as she glanced at the clock on the wall, at half-six, she was late for dawn prayers.

"Abang, we're late at dawn." Laila patted Paul on the shoulder. The man squirmed his body. His eyes were open, his lips were smiling.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Umi Laila!" exclaim Paul. The man placed his head on Laila's chest.

"Abang, it's late for the dawn prayer, you know!" laila was fierce. He shifts Paul's body, and breaks away from his embrace. Paul quickly pulled back Laila's arm, and grabbed her in an embrace.

"Abang wants to ask again," said Paul, back to kiss the cheek to the back of the ear. Laila held her breath, trying not to be tempted by her husband's fondling. Realizing Laila did not respond, Paul stopped his kiss and let Laila take a bath.

After bathing and praying, Laila wore the robe that Paul bought just before the wedding. The woman looks more graceful. Even the giver was made not to blink.

"Ciye .. newlyweds wake up in the morning!" exclaimed Aunt who was cleaning the kitchen utensils. Laila smiled wryly in response to her Abi brother's. The fifty-year-old woman was very dear to him, even she was the successor of umi when he died. Abi is reluctant to remarry, and entrusts himself to take care of Laila.

"Come, where, Bi?" asked Laila when she did not find her Abi figure in any room. Usually after the dawn prayer, it is already in the kitchen preparing a cup of warm tea. Abi Anwar used to prepare all his own needs.

"Abi's in front, look at the guy who's dismantling the tent."

Laila grabbed a jar filled with sugar, she made one cup of black coffee for Paul, as well as tea for Abi.

"Laila made what?" Paul stood behind Laila, both hands coiled around her waist, slowly he gently dipped the tops of the heads. The aunt who witnessed the romantic scene could only smile. He was happy to see his nephew happy.

Paul glanced at the aunt who was busy putting a large tool into place. Two large-sized boilers were usually placed on top, with all her strength she shifted and lifted it. It's too heavy, auntie can't lift it.

Soon Paul approached the aunt, and helped lift the boiler and placed it on top. The woman patted Paul on the shoulder, and thanked him. He then led her to the living room, preparing a cake plate. Abi Anwar appeared from the outside, and sitting next to Paul, Laila came to bring drinks for both of them.

"Today Paul wants to take Laila home, Abi. Can you?" ask Paul.

"Who will forbid you to take Laila? Abi's son is now one hundred percent Laila's responsibility."

"Thank you, Abi."

"Yes, Laila. Then bring it to your in-laws, too." Aunt pointed at the red packet on the table. Laila nodded.

Laila stood up and left Abi and Paul alone, she helped auntie clean up the kitchen and also collected the rest of the party garbage yesterday. Laila grabbed a broom about to clean the backyard, which yesterday was used impromptu kitchen.

"No, your clothes will get dirty. You take care of your husband. This is let auntie settle in." Auntie snatched the broom and the pengki from Laila's hand. In the past, the woman's words were completely indisputable. He complied, returning to the house, his eyes looking for the figure of the two men who had been chatting in the living room, now not there.

Laila went into the room and saw Paul lifting a pillow and putting it on a chair, trying to make the bed.

"Again what?"

"Bed bedding machine, dong."

"No need. Let Laila do it." Soon he grabbed the pillow Paul was holding.

"Not that this morning anyone complained about lumbago, huh?" paul said in a seductive tone. The man looked at his wife's wrong face. Laila threw her face away, avoiding Paul's gaze.

Laila turned her back, letting Paul make the bed as he wanted.

"Sorry brother, yes. If last night didn't treat Laila gently." Paul twisted Laila's body to point at her, his face bowed. He did not answer the man's apology.

"Why silence? Laila's angry with you brother?" Paul holds Laila's body in his arms, he wants to give peace to his wife.

"Laila's sorry, too, if it doesn't make an impression on our first night?" Laila buried her face in Paul's chest.

"Who said? Happy brother. Laila's given it, and she's given everything to brother."

"I mean brother?" ask Laila confused.

"Ahh .. that's it. His Pokemon Brother is happy and grateful to be able to get Laila!" Paul tightened his embrace.

"Are you ready to spend the night in Brother's room, sweetie?" Again Paul teases Laila.

"Ish, you naughty brother!" Laila pinched Paul's flat stomach. Both of them looked happy in their arms.