Between Love and the Idea
Eps 48 Honeymoon Tickets
Day after day has been passed with each other busy. Now is the time to vacation as well as honeymoon for this couple who are in a romantic hangover.
"Honey, mama has something for you both" Mama Renata approached the two who were enjoying the sunset in the back garden.
"Mama come..! " Delia moved to lead Renata's mother to sit down together.
"What's the matter, why do you look so happy" asked Delia who was confused by Mama Renata who looked happy.
"Emmm... Mama want to ask, when did you get a college leave?" mama Renata sat between the two. She loved Delia as much as her own daughter.
"Maybe the day after tomorrow is on leave, why?" ask him curiously.
"Mama really not fun, already know again his friendly eh come in time" said Arya who felt ignored by the two women sitting next to him.
"Mas.tid not be like that" said Delia staring intently at her husband. But the one in the face was careless and pursed his lips. Well, he must be upset because his precious time with Delia was disturbed by his mother. Not what, because he just took his time after struggling with the affairs of his office.
"Here you go, mama's here because there's a papa's seat for you" Mama Renata took something in her bag that she had brought earlier. Both of them looked at me confused.
"This is what ma? are you going on holiday to Bali?" delia asked with her innocent face. What Delia had in mind was that she wanted to take a vacation and enjoy her old age in peace. But why did mom show her tickets to me and Arya mas? he thought confusedly.
"Dear not, this ticket is specifically for you and Arya. Have you not been on vacation all this time. You are busy with your own business. So mama has arranged everything and you just leave" explained to the child and his daughter-in-law.
"Mama is the best. Always know what I need right now. So it's not in vain that my time is interrupted by you" replied Arya was pleased with her mama's plan.
Mama Renata who heard her son's answer could only shake her head. What a remarkable change. His son acted like a child fighting over his toys.
"You rest now that the night breeze is not good for your health. And get your gear ready because tomorrow at 07:00 has to go." Leaving these two humans in a romantic hangover.
"Which shirt will I bring?" delia asked to prepare clothes for her husband.
"Why do we bring clothes, we want honeymoon and it would be better if we do not bring clothes. That would be more fun, wouldn't it?" Arya answered him with a meaningful smile.
"How can mas, if you do not bring clothes later in cold. According to the information I read, there the weather is cool so inevitably have to bring a change of clothes" Delia gave advice because she did not want to take a headache if there Arya mas catch a cold.
"Here you go, I better get some clothes for me. There are not many beautiful sights in Bali. And I can't miss it all" he muttered, picking up his suitcase and choosing a suitable outfit to bring there. Delia thought if their honeymoon was a way of spending time for fun. He did not think in the same direction as Aryan thought. So he is very excited for a honeymoon that he thinks is a vacation or a tour.
After preparing everything, now Delia was forced to take some pieces of her husband's clothes and also knee-length shorts for him. He did not want if he got there he was only confined in the hotel just for the reason of not carrying clothes. What a ridiculous reason, then what would a honeymoon be if it was always in the room. It's the same at home and it's a waste of time and money. Thought so.
"Ahhhh... finally finished too..!" Delia placed the two suitcases side by side in the corner of the room and headed to the bathroom to clean herself.
29 Minutes later, he came out with a kimono towel and wrapped the other towel around his head to dry his hair.
"Where is Arya? Didn't appear from earlier? is he in the earth? Ah no no. The base of ngaco's mouth. If I swallow the earth, I will be a young widow. And I don't want that" he muttered himself imagining that what he said came true. Especially at a young age. She does not want to bear the status of a young widow at the age of just 20 years.
"No one will make you the widow of young Miss Delia Nugroho...?" sahut Arya from the door and walked towards Delia.
"You will forever be my wife, and we will live together until the end of our lives" he continued to hug Delia from behind. Not enough there, the nosy idea immediately appeared. The hand that was originally at the waist has now spread towards the back of his kimono. Slowly but surely he has squeezed the twin hills belonging to his chewy and dense wife. On the other hand, the other hand had been cruising in his wife's pleasure pool.
"Aaahhh.. mas stop it! I just finished taking a shower and I don't want to shower twice at night" Delia said withholding her sigh. Because every touch that Arya gave her was amazing.
Unwilling to stay in this heat, Delia stopped her husband's actions and turned her body to look at him.
"Mas..stop it, we have to rest for tomorrow's power. Shouldn't we leave in the morning?" Delia put on a soft face and stroked her husband's cheeks and nose.
"How can I stop him if you keep teasing me?" Arya immediately kissed his wife's lips and deepened the hot kiss. The longer it becomes and finally the hot fight can not be avoided anymore. Both of them were exhausted after doing it repeatedly.
Inevitably Delia finally took a bath for the second time. After this the two headed straight down to dinner together.
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Hello to readers.... _____________________________________________________________________________________________
Sorry author who rarely goes up. Because the author's work in the real world is a lot. From the preparation of the feast day until now. The author also has to take care of the baby and also keep the store. So please understand well. hehehe 😁.
Oh yes, if there is a word error, or a series of words that are not fitting, sorry because the author is not good at stringing beautiful words. Give constructive suggestions for the author Yes Thank you 🥰
