About the Heart

Not as Beautiful in a Novel World

The next morning the couple in the world of the novel that I often read, it seems like it is just a divine level of an author. The shock of a woman who just got a new title as a wife when she woke up with a sturdy hand held in her stomach, it was still possible in the real world. Looking at the face of the man who spent the night in bed with her, playing her hand, touching the adorable face that was asleep then suddenly opening her eyes, it was also legible. Especially with the reddish stamp scattered everywhere, it was almost present in all the novels that told the first night. Another thing that is not missing is the morning kiss.

One of the most exaggerated things is the woman who feels pain in the lower part of her body because she feels the sensation of feeling the first night. The husband's powerful bar-bar game is round-triped in various styles, will make the originally strong foot climb the mountain where Mak Lampir took care of Grandong his granddaughter even swim to pick up the beautiful mermaid who came from "The Legend of Blue Sea" it became fragile instantly, instantly, that's too much. There may be but not all.

Like my first morning after bearing the status of wife of a Dion Vijaya. When I opened my eyes the first thought was to look for my HP. Habits while still alone apparently still imprinted this morning. Yesterday I still did and this morning too. However, my intention was hindered by a sturdy hand that hugged me from behind.

The morning that I thought was real turned back into the world of novels as well. I was locked in a warm embrace that made me comfortable as well as pounding. The roll I hold, usually silent. Now I am silent because of the breathing bolster that makes my desire strengthened.

I don't know why I get so perverted when I'm around her. I was thirsty, craving his touch. Why do I desire myself?

I slowly moved her hand from the circumference of my stomach. Turn around and find him smiling. Ah ....

"Wish more, huh?" tanyanya stroked my hair.

"Son" I lied while trying to escape from his presence.

I honestly wish I had more.

"My beautiful wife, smile, dong!" his charms while kissing my forehead.

"Have a beautiful wife, who, uh, is a mistress?" sulku.

Dion smiled sweetly again. "Generic for diapline."

"I don't understand,"

"You'll be exhausted if we cut the jackfruit last night" Dion's excuse with his style of laughter.

"Duren, kali!" I corrected the term he used.

"What are you durian?" the jokes are getting annoying.

"I'm Rosalia Citra Atmadja," my floor mentioned my name.

"Dion Wijaya's beloved wife," his reply made my anger a little melt.

Who the hell, an indecent woman is adored? The answer is that there is no. All the women were thirsty for praise from the sweet mouth of the man, even though it was a lie. At least the dishonesty is happy.

"Dear, want to, right?" bargain Dion without mentioning the goods.

I knit my forehead. "What?"

"Me, enjoying my body?" obviously later.

"My dear Dion, I want .. to pray at dawn, first," my god whispered spoiled in his right ear.

Without Dion's cue, I felt bad*ng and he was on top of me. Making both arms as a body support so as not to squeeze me. Slowly bring her face closer and further reduce the distance between us. Tilting his head and aiming at my ears. "I'll go to the bathroom first."

Aseeem!

I stuck the PHP for the second time. Deliberately making me float but then thrown, plunged and toppled. Pain that is layered.

"Enak, aja! Ladies first," I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Wleee ...," my style poked her tongue out at her like a child mocking her friend.

"You're brave, huh? Here I catch!" dion's chase is like an Indian movie scene, chasing each other and ending in a twisted tickle.

"Have it done, I'll give it up!" to be honest, it's not a tactic to give up on going back to attack like the one on the television series.

Dion did not stop with his attack using the left right tickle in my stomach. "I'm not gonna be fooled, honey."

"This is not a trick, I am not strong if tickled, let alone for so long," I explained with a clear face, no longer strong to hold amused.

Dion stopped his action after I looked weak in his sight. No longer have the energy to just scream anymore. "You okay, honey?"

I just shook my head. "You go to the bathroom first, I'll catch my breath, first!"

The cup!

I nailed and would probably be petrified if every day was treated like this. Sweet that fits the portion, safe from diabetes and keep shar'i. My lips developed a perfect smile, being loved is beautiful let alone we love her too. Mutual love in the sacred frame of marriage is the answer of my heart which yesterday had been approached with doubt.

Now, I'm happy, very happy, being a lady. Dion Wijaya's.

*****

After the dawn prayer, I invited Dion to enjoy the freshness of the morning air. Take a leisurely walk around the house and then rest in the main garden decorated with the gurgling sounds of artificial fountains. The chirping of birds perched on the branches of trees makes the atmosphere more peaceful, full of calm.

"New bride, how are you here?" the neat Septian greeting Om with his sports suit.

"Where should you be, Om?" chirps Dion.

"Under a thick blanket" replied Om Septian, chuckling and passing from before us.

"New bride, how are you here?" asked Mas Rendra's father who came from the direction of the departure of Om Septian.

"Where should you be, Dad?" dion asked, repeating the question he had asked Om Septian.

"In the room, dong. Look, Rendra and Maya, still not out too," said Dad while directing his gaze at Rendra's room whose window was still not opened, indicating the occupant who had not been awakened.

"They're after the deposit, Dad," Dion replied lightly.

"You should be, too" Dad smirked with a smile and soon passed too, walking towards the Eyang residence.

"In the meantime who's coming up with the same question, huh, Di?" ask me while looking to the right and left.

"Police officer," Dion replied briefly.

My mind can't yet guess why Dion gave that answer. "Kok, police?"

"You caught you for forgetting to call your husband without Mas" Dion grumbled with a pursed lip.

"You want me to call Mas or want to kiss him anyway? Why are his lips so?" godaku's.

"Both of them, kiss!" dion's orders further pursed his lips.

"New bride, how are you here?" greet the third person who asks the same question.

We also compactly turned towards the person who was none other than Mami.

"It's going to struggle under the thick mattress to chase after the deposit, Mi," replied Dion holding my hand and walking away from Mami.

"Mass production, yes!" yelled Mami who was thumbs up by Dion.

I can only be ugly too. Slowly getting used to all the openness of this family in terms of speaking. The taboo thing out there, here would just be a casual joke.

"New bride, why ...?" greet Mama as soon as we enter the house that I immediately cut with an explanation.

"It's going to struggle under a thick mattress to chase the deposit, Ma," I explained as Dion had just told Mami.

Mama frowned at my answer. But then just shook my head looking at me and Dion both looking at each other and smiling awkwardly. "What time are you leaving?"

"Let's have breakfast, Ma. Our plane took off at nine" Dion said.

"You got the keys to the house, right, Sa?" You're gonna go down at Mama's, right?" Mama looked at my answer.

"I guess, living in Dion's apartment, deh, Ma. Deeper than the airport because," said Dion who then I chimed in.

"Rosa, get some clothes back home, Ma."

"Mom always forgets that you're married, son. Despite living in your husband's apartment, going home often, Mama's house is still your home, nothing has changed" Mama said, starting to shed tears.

Soon I slid into Mama's arms. "I'm still Mama's son and the house is still my home, Ma. Nothing will change."

"Rosa got married, not that Mama lost a child, but that she got another one" Dion said.

The joke eventually turned into novelty. However, parents will always assume their children are small children, even though they are married and even have children.