Damar For Kinanti

glassful of milk

Yoga came out with long pants and collared t-shirts, he took his potluck from the closet, the important thing is fragrant and clean is enough.

" I'm sorry Yog, we just got word that you got married today, so it just came now..?" said one yoga friend among four others.

It just so happens that they were all Yoga friends when they were interns at the hospital a few years ago.

" Whoa. bothered, I don't have a party when.." Yoga smiled as widely as possible, even though he was upset, again Dinda escaped from him, it was because the mbak knocked on the door and said that there were guests.

" Where's your wife? not introduced to us??"

" He was taking a bath." replied Yoga smiling as sincerely as possible.

" You can see, the sour Yoga face continues?!" Winda chuckles.

" Different yes mas, whereas his first marriage was luxurious but there was no gurat of happiness or jealousy like that..

everyone can see how possessive Yoga is.." continued Winda who had cleaned herself up and sat casually in front of the TV with her husband.

Yudi smiled, though,

" if you had known earlier, many times he would have followed his wife to the room and left his friend outside.." Yudi told his wife, the two laughed at Yoga.

" His behavior is like not having children alone." muttered Winda who was happy to finally get married today went well.

" Well, what else can we complain about love.." Yudi embraces his wife.

A tired Vinda rests her head on her husband's shoulder.

" I am grateful you know mas. even though we are in a match, we can adapt well.." said Winda slowly.

" I will treat you gently and responsibly..

it's too much if you don't love me in the end..?" Yudi kissed his wife's forehead.

" Isn't everything learned mas..so can feelings..?"

" can..?"

" of course. all these years I've studied you, your nature..

I want to learn because I act wisely by being patient and waiting.."

" what else can I do but be patient..?

every night you wet the pillow while calling your lover's name." Yudi said with a flat face.

" That was it..?!" Winda pinched her husband's arm.

" Well, it took you a year not to make you completely forget your past..?"

" Ohh...! don't talk about the past wes..?!" Even Winda is uncomfortable when his past is discussed by Yudi.

Yudi just smiled understandably,

" Yes wes. the children tell them to sleep. tomorrow they go to school." said Yudi.

" So after that we sleep too, Yoga period alone that enjoy the wedding night..?" yudi teased his wife who was still lying on her shoulder.

Yoga locked the doors of his house, closed all the windows and curtains.

" The reception is over!" yoga speaks for itself.

He walked towards the room,

when he arrived in the room, he saw Dinda was busy opening gifts from close relatives.

Yoga that had not had time to shower, of course quickly entered the bathroom.

Ten minutes later Yoga came out of the bathroom, he was covered in a towel, while his hands were busy rubbing his hair.

" Din??" He did not find Dinda on the bed, but not long ago the woman was busy with a pile of gifts.

The bed was neat and Kado had piled up on the long sofa next to the bed.

" Where the hell is Din?!" Yoga came out of the room, looking for his wife.

After going to the room Bagas Yoga walked into the kitchen, and it turned out that the woman was in the kitchen.

" Search what?" tanya Yoga approached the woman who was opening the fridge.

Yoga steps stopped, in his eyes Dinda from top to bottom while swallowing saliva.

Could she..? or intentionally..?

wandering around in that thin nightgown? inner Yoga already felt a strange urge within his body.

Yoga presses the base of his nose while bowed, held in his feelings, this kitchen Yog.

She doesn't want to be greedy even though it's her bridal night.

" Why wander out of the room in such clothes? what if there's someone?" kata Yoga's.

" Nothing is there? you're home, tho?" dinda poured milk into a glass and drank it.

" Want a reward?" tanya Dinda offers a glass of milk with her new call on Yoga.

Dinda who uses black lingerie poured milk for her husband.

Yoga eyes can of course penetrate into the lingerie that Dinda uses, so thin and minimal.

Without much talk Yoga received that glass of milk and drank it.

" Basic.tau your husband is impatient.even challenging.." said Yoga after complaining, then keep the milk glass away.

He approached, in Dinda's arms from behind.

Dinda who was initially calm and calm had now begun to fidget, there was a strong urge to accept the touch of Yoga with resignation.

Yoga hands that were originally at the waist are now down, caressing his wife's thighs.

Dinda's body trembled, a feeling she never felt as she and her previous husband crawled through her body.

Comfortable and intoxicating feeling.

The hand went up, from the thigh to the hip, flicking the lingerie that was indeed only covering Dinda's chest and groin.

Dinda suddenly shuffled, between shock and amusement, and,

she is indeed intent on teasing Yoga with Kinan's lingerie, but she is shocked to see Yoga turning more aggressive than ever,

even he was more shocked at himself who honestly charged a touch of Yoga touch to his body,

like it's never enough, he wants it again and again.

" We go to the room." said Dinda holding Yoga's hand, she did not want to be wild and unethical.

" Nobody is home.everywhere is okay." whispered Yoga in a heavy voice exploring his wife's open shoulders and back.

The thin, circular strap on Dinda's shoulder certainly could not prevent Yoga's hands from looking in and out.

Deliberately dropped the rope past both arms of Dinda and continued down to the hips.

When the two faces face, without asking the lips of the two are linked, give and take, also looking for each other.

Yoga wrapped both of Dinda's hands around her neck, then lifted her body with her heart and wrapped both of Dinda's thighs around her waist.

In the carrying of the woman who had resigned completely to the dining table that had been cleaned by the mbak this afternoon.

With the current state of Yoga, the room feels so far away and will waste a lot of time if bringing his wife there, is not it anywhere possible, as long as both of them want to?.

Lay the woman who had become his wife on the dining table which was about two meters wide and four meters long.

The blood of Yoga seemed to swish faster after seeing the figure of his wife who was crazy and almost innocent was just rolled away on the table and in front of him.

" You should have stayed in the room, baby..??

I've been holding him since morning,

so don't blame me for laying you on the table right now." said Yoga by taking off his towel and letting it fall to the floor just like that.

" My dear.my wife.." call Yoga softly while pulling Dinda's body closer to her.

His voice sounded slightly shaky and raucous,

it indicates that the man is right on the tip of the horn now.