About the Heart

The Bride's Night

After the wedding, we enjoyed the prepared meal. The parents began discussing the reception to be held once we returned from London. While the young of us spent time in small talk full of laughter.

"You guys, you're going to Jakarta tomorrow?" Om Septian ascertains the truth of the information he had heard from Mami.

"Yes, Friday we are leaving for London" Dion said plainly.

"Fatigured will come first, before there is a battle" said Om Septian.

"Luckily it was nyicil guerrilla before the big battle occurred," said Mas Rendra.

"That's the importance of tasting before serving" Dion said with a smile.

"Sir, what are you going to ride tomorrow?" Kristy asked.

"Airplanes, you want to be with your car. It turns out you guys are still on vacation here," I explained.

"Congratulate here, Ma'am. It would be a pity not to go for a walk, first," Kristy explained the reason.

That's absolutely right. Too beautiful, so many memories to write here. Visiting Keraton, Malioboro, Taman Sari Tourism Village, Prambanan Temple and Parangtritis Beach must be enjoyed by its beauty.

"Calm down, Kris, tomorrow I'll be your tour guide" Om Septian full mode.

"What a wonder, there is a way for modusin," Mas Rendra said, shaking his head.

"If your soul mate is not going anywhere, really," Om Septian felt on the wind.

"That's cute, disperse, yuk! The newlyweds need a break," Mami came to remind.

"We did deliberately interrupt their break time, Mi. Let's have his first night, gatot!" chirps Mas Rendra full of honesty.

"The competition must be healthy, Brother Bro!" remember Dion.

"You rest first, tomorrow n the day after will take a long journey. Don't get tired" Mami advised.

Finally we chose to leave the family musala Eyang, where the marriage contract was held. They let us retreat first even though all the families were still gathered there. The density of our travel itinerary tomorrow allows them to understand our reasons.

*****

"Should I help you get changed, honey?" dion asked after I dropped down on the sofa as soon as I got to Dion's room.

"I can do it myself. I just want to rest for a while" I replied.

"Call me if you need help" Dion bargained, taking off his coat and hanging it in the closet. He loosened his tie and he came off later. Two buttons of his top shirt he opened. Not to forget he rolled his superior arm up to the elbow.

"Finally," Dion said after sitting next to me.

I looked towards him. "What's over?"

"I said it's the end, not the end, honey," Dion replied with her sweetest smile.

"This is the end" I raised my eyebrows.

"Condition your face, my dear. I'm afraid I can't help myself tonight" Dion said, pulling me into his arms.

"Here, I take your zipper off. Change your clothes, don't wear kebaya?" dion's speech and hand movements along the way.

My hand tried to hold back the movement of his hand. "I can, can be alone."

Developing a perfect smile, so that my rejection doesn't make him think a no-no. Really, I feel ashamed. Not used to exposing the forbidden part of my body before foreign eyes, even though he was Dion, my husband.

"Is that what you're to me, honey?" goda.

Trying to dodge but it feels like my face has been able to answer it. Dion looked even more anxious. He turned on the television to distract her, so I could reduce my feelings of awkwardness.

Leaving her watching television, I went into the bathroom and changed clothes there. My white kebaya I exchange with a model dress nightshirt with knee length. Far from the impression of sex* some kind of lingerie.

After that I decided to clean my makeup. The reverse step. Should have cleaned the face of the polish used to take a shower and change clothes. I don't call it if I follow the rules.

"In .." call me.

The one I called shook, not answering my call. Do not answer, nor look. "Mas Dion" called me again after remembering his order after the marriage contract. There is no name without the word Mas.

"Hmmm ...," Dion answered accordingly.

Isha!

I feel ignored. I finally approached him and sat down next to him. Raining him with a sharp gaze, not accepting because it was ignored.

"Darling," I flirt if I'm not paying attention.

"Here, I'll help you clean up your makeup! I told you not to spoil it tonight," explained Dion immediately took the makeup tool in my hand.

"Do you know?" I doubt his ability.

Semultitalent Dion, this isn't his field. Okay about cooking but make up, I think he should raise his hand. If until he mastered this field as well, I raise my hand with perfection.

Dion and I are in a position to face each other. "Remain 'nih?"

"Not really, but I think my love will make anything I can do for you" said Dion.

Without wasting any time Dion started the first stage to remove my thick makeup. She took the make up wipes, painstakingly and gently patting them on my face until my foundation managed to lift my legs off my face.

"Why is it so hard to call me Mas?" dion asked with a genuine smile that made me even more misbehaved.

I turned my eyes to the right, left and stopped right in his eyes. I returned with an awkward smile. "Unusual, it feels weird."

"Must be made up, call me using the word Mas it's a small thing, you know. Even from now on you have to get used to changing clothes in front of me, no need to go to the bathroom," Dion's successful tease puts me down in shame. "Wear shy, again. I kissed, nih," the god again as he put his lips together.

"Ih ... What the hell, anyway? Far-away!" I said as I pushed his chest away from me.

My heart is pounding, the blood flowing along the road is rapidly rustling, my breath is starting to be irregular, my eyes are closing, my mind is imagining good things, eh ... he even touched my nose while laughing. "Remove your perverted thoughts, that is! Shower first! Clean your face and hair, there!" Dion embarrassed me and kicked me out too. Ah ... basic!

I pursed my lips, sebel. Soon I left Dion, who was still smiling. I threw a roll at him and he caught it.

"I can't just catch a roll, you know. Here, I'll catch you, you!" goda.

I did not respond to his last sentence. Go to the bathroom and lock it from the inside. It seems, his existence is still a threat to my privacy. But as a husband and wife, that limit should no longer exist.

I spent almost half an hour struggling with warm water. Cleansing all things that stain my soul and body. Including the remnants of hearing that took the topic with a red sign along with the number 21+.

"Have the bath for long? Kirain sleeps in the bathup tonight" Dion said of sitting on the couch.

"Good idea 'uh, I'm back, deh!" tukasku, about to turn back from before him.

His hand was faster to grab my hand and pull it. Fall me in his lap. He hugged my stomach from behind. He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"The wind, I know it. You're wearing my shampoo, aren't you?" guess it accurately.

"He-he-he .. get caught, huh?" I asked while smiling.

"What the hell, don't I know about you?" Dion started to crunch.

"You, don't shower?" I asked while yawning.

"So I took a shower, my dear. I want to change, but it's still bad" Dion said, kissing my shoulder.

"I'm sleepy" I honestly yawned many times.

"Yes, you go to sleep first! I want to suck at the job a little bit," Dion's permission still hugged me tight.

"The bride's night is also still taking care of work, aja," I grumbled.

"You, you want it now?" tanyanya while kissing my shoulder repeatedly.

Me, want? Wanna go to sleep, sleep.

As I was thinking wildly, without me knowing it, Dion began to unbutton his shirt one by one. I began to realize when there was no longer a circle of his hands on my stomach. When I turned my body, it plastered his stomach which made my saliva overproduced and had to repeatedly swallow.

"Have you been wondering, honey, how about seeing something else?" his god made me flutter.

"I don't want to see others, I want to sleep, aja," my reason for not feeling able to linger seduced by the heaven of the world.

I got up from my seat and walked towards the bed. Dion followed me up from the sofa and immediately laid himself on the bed next to me. Tilted her body to the left, facing me. While I was looking back at him. I feel unable if I have to see it this close in a position and place that can accelerate the PO grandchild that Mami ordered.

"Look, I'm dong!" pinta Dion with her sweet voice.

"I'm asleep" I replied to reject him.

I can't believe he's squeezing his body. So that I could feel her warm breath sweeping my ears. His sturdy arms he wrapped around my stomach, while the others he used for his headstool. His chin was stuck on my shoulders which was slightly open because my nightgown had a wide neck shape.

"You now or ...," Dion gave me a choice.

My concentration is not on the question but on our position of boundless closeness again. My body can feel all the parts of his body that are behind me without pause. My perverted thoughts came suddenly, attacking and conquering the clarity of my mind. Eliminate my drowsiness and lock me in nafs*.

"Close your eyes, don't move much! You said sleepy," remember Dion kissing my hair.

"You're too close, I can't sleep" I replied innocently.

Dion put his lips to my ear. Breathing out that makes my turmoil more hunting. "Sleep well" he said, kissing my hair again.

Whatdoes thatmean? Isn't there something tonight that's gonna interrupt my long night? Did we just pass through? Ls it? Ls it? Ls it? Yes ... all becomes what is answered with what he did later. Not opening a hot night in the cold of the room but opening a laptop and checking work.

Ah ....

"Sleep fast!" his orders without seeing me.

The huft!

Sleep quickly! Sleep quickly! Sleep quickly!

I repeated his orders until it became a kind of dope that made me lose consciousness and fall asleep. Falling asleep in curiosity with questions that he did not explain.

*****

You must be waiting for a long hot night, huh?

Sorry, the author hasn't given it up yet. That's because the author of the Javanese, well, traditionally Javanese in the place of the author, the wedding event lasted 2 days.the first day of the contract and the second day of the reception.after the agreement, the wedding ceremony was held, the husband returned to his parents' house, there was no first night after the agreement. They just met at the reception the next day. The night is not necessarily also going to be the first night, because the house is still crowded, brothers are still at gatherings. Not polite if many guests but even fun both in the room. It could be hot news tomorrow morning. In addition, the body is tired cuy, if it is forced to taste good, not maximum times. That's how it feels to wait for the first night of the real world version. Different from the novel world that directly bar bar. In this novel, the author is also relaxed even though it will be showered with all the words of the beloved reader.

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