Doctor Naura

Chapter 94 The First Night of a New Couple

The heavy rain accompanied the departure of father, mother, bang Rahman and Afni to return to my home from the house of mbak Nindya. After shopping and going home fishing, the father and mother apparently returned to the house mbak Nindya, saying goodbye to Ashar and had even approached Magrib. Likewise with Bang Rahman and Afni, they also returned to say goodbye.

Once there, it seems that all the rest of the event is neat and completed by the EO hired by the mother. Ms. Nindya did not forget to wash all the makeup on her face. His face increasingly looks beautiful and radiant naturally bearing a new status, the wife of lecturer Fathur, not a widow anymore. Looks beautiful natural beauty of a woman even without high school. If only his bachelor's degree, his office work, surely his beauty would be very compatible with the intelligence that he actually has. But no! The beauty of the woman can not only be judged by the level of school and her degree, but the greatness of the heart of the owner of the soul itself.

*****

Nindya's mother is still cleaning up inside the house, she can't keep quiet. His face was pure white with hair folded up with a jagged red brace leaving half of the hair scattered behind his left and right ears. The rest of the hair that is scattered further adds to the sexiness of the neckline. The collar that pops forms a small hole that can accommodate a typical slender female chicken egg. His neck adorned with two golden twists further made Fathur hold his breath not to immediately sweep the passage with his tongue and wild kisses.

"Nin, rest son, you are the queen today." Mom hugged Nindya from behind.

"Yes mom, Nindy immediately took a break after arranging the dishes into the closet. Madam Nindya slowly turned around and stopped her activities. She hesitantly switched to hugging mother, tightly. Both felt very comfortable in the new family bond.

"Thank you aunt already..," he said slowly.

"I am your mother now son, call me mother, Fathur call me mother, you are already a part of Fathur's life, so you are my son now." Mother spoke as she patted Nindya's shoulders, the fragrance of a newlywed smelled by her sharp nose.

"Yes ma'am, thank you for accepting Nindya with all her flaws." Ms. Nindya spoke again followed the fall of heartfelt tears because it had been accepted sincerely as part of the mother's family members.

"No, you don't lack Nindy, maybe time is testing your patience first. For mother, you are a great woman, take care of Fathur, keep his heart happy." Mom lets go of the hug, mom's right thumb instantly wiped the tears on Nindya's left cheek. Nindya's left hand held her hand tightly. His eyes returned to tears.

"Dear old mother, yes, we slept at Naura's house tonight, the new dawn to Mentok. If Rahman gets married, you go home three days before H. ya...." I spoke softly again.

"God willing, ma'am, if you want to visit Nindy even ready to come a week before so you can help clean up...."

"Yes Allah naaaak.., clean up all that is on your mind, things are sorted out there are people later, just come if you want a week before, but do not work too hard...." Mother pinched the left cheek of the shy woman. He returned a smile to compensate for the mother's friendly smile.

"hehehe...." Madam Nindya smiled sweetly.

"Alright Nin, old lady. Uh, don't forget to give mom a lot of grandchildren immediately." Mom whispered into Nindya's ear. Instantly the beautiful innocent face reddened her face. Only a wry smile endured the embarrassment he gave. No more words for answers. While the mother, even smiled happily while inviting mbak Nindya shake hands. Sister Nindya kissed the back of her slightly nosy hand-in-law. They embrace back. Alternately father, bang Rahman and Afni shake hands and partake. They also did not forget to say goodbye to aunt Mira and Annisa. While Papa is still in the mosque.

"Fathuuurr....! Owwhh Fathuur...." Nosy mother saw bang Fathur just came out of her room mbak Nindya after taking a nap because of fatigue.

"Mom, where are you going to get ready for that?" as he walked closer, he brushed his front hair with his left hand. Once near mother, his right hand immediately grabbed the waist of Nindya who was increasingly embarrassed to make.

"Sleeping at Naura's house, going to sleep here you'll be expelled later...." Mother added. His lips glared at the smile.

"Ah mom could have. I won't have to push you out, but I do want to bother my brother Nindy?" Bang Fathur smiled mischievously. Mbak Nindya's face is back.

"That's it...." Mom made fun of his nose.

"Haha...." Everyone laughs.

Bang Fathur kisses Mom and Dad's hands. He also hugs with bang Rahman, and shakes hands with Afni. Then the two drove the family up to the car, waved goodbye and cautiously. Maybe in the heart of bang Fathur talk go ma'am.., don't come back tonight, brother there is homework to be done.

*****

As soon as the mother's entourage, Nindya slowly released a hand hug Fathur bang on her waist. He then hurriedly entered the house and re-assembled the furniture that was issued for his wedding. Some furniture not provided by EO. Bang Fathur smiled to see the actions of Nindya who seemed to avoid him. With a smile still on his back he went to wash his face, then returned and sat cross-legged right next to the mbak Nindya who increasingly occupied himself with his activities. Aunt Mira smiled at the two, while Annisa was already in the room reading her own picture book that Fathur bought the other day.

"Need help, dear?" Bang Fathur poking thighs wrapped in Paper Bag Pants. Mbak Nindya shifted his seat, away a little from the Fathur bang because he felt uncomfortable. But the effort only became futile because bang Fathur automatically shifted his seat towards the wife. He intentionally did that, trying to flirt. So close, mbak Nindya who is also cross-legged in front of the glass cupboard composing ceramic plates to the lower cabinet in contact with the knee with bang Fathur. Only the trouser cloth they wear as a bulkhead.

"Go there bang..," with discomfort, mbak Nindya told her husband to stay away. He dislikes heartbeats and pounding in the heart too close to the married man.

"Lho's? How ngusir? Brother wants to help," pitched protest bang Fathur instead leaned his body to mbak Nindya. This time they met his back. Bang Fathur shook the body which caused Nindya's body to sway. Aunt Mira who happened to pass through to the living room smiled.

"Nin, let me take care of it. Take your husband to eat, I didn't see Fathur eating after ten." Auntie Mira approaches both.

"God is my in-laws so considerate. Thank you mom." Bang Fathur stood up, smiling alternately at Aunt Mira and his wife. Aunt Mira held the hand of Madam Nindya to stand. Replace aunt Mira cleaning furniture that is not so much else that has not been arranged.

"Wanna eat?" Ms. Nindya was forced to look into her husband's eyes even if only for a moment. He asked Bang Fathur who immediately looked back. Then he looked back at his wife.

"Is it brother or is there someone else invisible behind the brother?" deliberately with his nosiness Bang Fathur teases. Madam Nindya moaned past towards the dining table, she held back a smile. Bang Fathur followed.

"Would you eat no?" Again, Nindya asked.

"Wouldn't you eat?" bang Fathur deliberately asked in a loud voice towards mother.

"Cok his mom? How the hell are you guys?" Aunt Mira smiled amusedly to see her son began to be carriedilin bang Fathur.

"Mom's son is not clear who wants to eat it." Bang Fathur sat on the chair.

"Where is anyone else?" Nindya asked instead.

"That's why I'm confused."

"Nah means Nindy nanya brother."

"Well, next time you have to clearly call him, Bang want to eat no? Honey want some coffee? So you know who called him to be more romantic." Bang Fathur spoke as he held his hand against Nindya's mother who placed a plate filled with rice in front of him.

"What's that brother? Shame on mom, later mom turned her head..," in a slow voice mbak Nindya tried to let go of her hand. But Bang Fathur even pulled the hand and brought the face of the wife closer to him. Their faces are close together. And nimbly Bang Fathur kissed that smooth cheek. One warm kiss on the lip also stops smoothly. Then Bang Fathur let go of the gentle hand of his wife.

"Ai loph yu dear...." Bang Fathur whispered subtly barely out of his mouth. But the whisper was able to make the heart mbak Nindy back pounding fast feel happy. He did not reply, but his steps seemed to jump up and down with excitement. She took a glass of warm water and put it in front of her husband, then she opened the hood.

"What side dish do you want?" Mbak Nindya offers with a comfortable vibrating heart.

"Anything." casually and continuing to stare at the beautiful face of his wife bang Fathur replied briefly. Seen on the dinner table side dish rendang beef, fried chicken, satai mackerel fish, egg balado, sauteed chickpeas mix ampla, wartel and shrimp, sambel, various defaults. All of them are more menu than catering. Some have been wrapped and divided by Papa to the mosque worshipers.

"Will meat?" Mbak Nindya lifted a tablespoon containing rendang in the bowl.

"You." immediately bang Fathur replied.

"What else?" looking over, Madam Nindya asked again.

"Whatever." Bang Fathur answered while propping both his elbows onto the table. His two thumbs danced beautifully while clapping small. His eyes grew increasingly mischievous looking at his wife's seductive body wrapped in a white tunic.

"What's up?" confused, Sister Nindy stuck pouring side dishes to her husband's plate. She then looked at her husband.

"Eh." Bang Fathur nodded.

"Take it yourself bang." Nindya's mother offers a choice. He shifted several bowls filled with side dishes towards Bang Fathur.

"Didn't eat?" Bang Fathur asked after nodding.

"Later on." Briefly Ma'am Nindya asked. He then sat in the front seat of Bang Fathur. They were facing off but were attached to the dining table. Bang Fathur is starting to bribe.

"This is who's cooking rice?" suddenly Bang Fathur stopped lifting the spoon, the rice did not touch his mouth. Nindya looked in wonder.

"The broth cooks itself." The tough lady answered quickly.

"It looks like it's stale baby, it smells bad...." Bang Fathur lowered the spoon onto his plate back.

"That's not. It can't be stale."

"Yaaahhh. Try it yourself." Bang Fathur pointed to the tablespoon on his plate.

"Later Nindy took it herself at the mejikom." Sister Nindya wants to try rice, it does not make sense, she has never experienced stale rice so far.

"Here you go." Bang Fathur pushed his plate.

"Where's the spoon."

"Let the brother who holds the spoon, the brother who bribes." Madam Nindya did not want to argue, she opened her mouth timidly. Half a spoon of rice and the side dish went into the mouth. Bang Fathur smiled at him. So happy he saw the innocent woman smiling shyly. It makes him want to arrive at night. And either because it is too embarrassed, Madam Nindya even choked. Spontaneous Bang Fathur gave water, he licked with a little worry while patting his shoulders. Aunt Mira just turned her head for a while and finished reassembling the rice stem mats onto the glass cabinet. After everything was sorted out then he came out, away from the newlyweds who were looking so compact and harmonious.

"Sit here, baby. Sorry to tease you so far." With a slightly sorry look Bang Fathur looked at his wife.

"It was about to swallow in a hurry. Now you eat." Nindya's mother stood up. But bang Fathur held him back.

"Abang knows she's hungry too, but won't eat with her brother. Come on, this brother is your husband, don't be shy and stiff anymore. We're eating with yuk." Bang Fathur stood up, took the plate, scooped the rice and gave it to Mbak Nindya. Mbak Nindya who indeed only ate three tablespoons of tenth hour just according to him. They then filled the side dishes and slowly the two began to eat while occasionally talking about some things, now they looked familiar without any burden. Ms. Nindya was slowly starting to breathe more normally. Ignoring the vibration in the heart of his feelings that are so dear to the lecturer who married him.

*****

"Nin, Annisa said she wanted to join Grandpa's old grandfather staying at his old grandfather's house." Papa suddenly stood up after spending the rest of the tea in his glass. He looked at Aunt Mira who was ready with a small bag filled with blankets and face.

"Huh? No way dad. Annisa does not want to sleep separated from her mother. Is that right, son?" Ms. Nindya was shocked and immediately confirmed to the beautiful little girl with a ping dress and golden ribbon on her head.

"You ma'am, Nisa wants to go with grandpa and grandma to the old grandpa's house. Yesterday that afternoon Nisa was invited by her grandfather there. There was Raffa for Nisa's friend." beyond her mother's expectations, the little girl replied with sparkling eyes. He was happy and excited to meet Raffa.

"Raffa?" mbak Nindya's eyebrows rose high in astonishment.

"Yes, in the grandfather's house there will be children the age of Nisa also ma'am. He's so nice. Yesterday's mom was too busy, that pretty little cactus yesterday was loved by her." Nisa explained to her mother.

"Who's Raffa?" Nindya asked Papa.

"The son of Mr. Rais who since the correspondence returned Mr. Ezo to the Father, he asked to look after and take care of the house." calmly Papa replied.

"Well, is there anyone to take care of why you have to go there?" more confused, Nindya asked.

Either he pretended not to know that the father, mother and son, actually gave time for them to be able to chat freely without having to worry about something.

"Sir Rais invited me to burn seafood, all of us stayed there." Papa explained.

"Ah if there is a show Nindy also want to join dong."

"Lha don't, all I invited was your mother and Nisa." Papa answered again.

"So we weren't invited, sir?" Bang Fathur who had just listened, glanced with a smile at his wife while asking Papa.

just a stale base....

"You take care of the house." Papa answered while walking with the car keys to get out of the house.

"Siaappp...." Bang Fathur smilingly replied, while Mbak Nindya looked confused.

There are people who choose love....

But when he wanted to ask more, Aunt Mira, Papa and Annisa had already gotten into the car, they waved and passed. Stay Bang Fathur who was excited to poke the slender waist of a woman who increasingly felt the pounding in her heart.

"Let's go in beibh." a kiss on the cheek landed again. Mbak Nindya felt his scars, then entered the house with a restrained smile. Just now Bang Fathur locked the door of the house, suddenly I heard the adhan Isya roaring, he immediately took a sarong and peci also the key of the motorbike and prepared for the mosque.

"Wait..., wear a new glove yeah bang...." Madam Nindya immediately went to the room and came back with a small checkered black sheath in her hand. He handed it to Bang Fathur.

"From who?" astonished to see his wife's expression running around fetching a scabbard for him, Bang Fathur asked in surprise.

"Grand buy yourself for brother." timidly, bowing face with legs slightly swaying and both hands are behind, Ms. Nindya replied.

"Waw, thank you, wife. When did you buy this?" Bang Fathur immediately changed the glove he had worn earlier.

"A week ago." Ma'am Nindya smiled in reply.

"New as well?" Bang Fathur watched his scabbard cloth while clucking in admiration.

"It's a good color, it's comfortable to wear it." Uhhh.., so clever Bang Fathur praised. Nindya smiled happily.

"I thought of loving something to my brother until he didn't sleep three days and three nights." Ms. Nindya spoke honestly while looking at her husband happily.

"Ah time of the hour." Bang Fathur stroked his wife's hair for a moment. Then we headed to the nearest mosque. While Mbak Nindya smiled because he was happy to give his gift to wear Bang Fathur.

If there is no one else, then Nindya can smile freely....

*****

After the Isya prayer, Ms. Nindya cleaned the glasses and dishes in the living room, carrying and washing them in a simple sink in her home kitchen.

"Assalamualaikum..," came greetings and the voice of the front door opened. Bang Fathur has returned from the mosque.

"Valaydaammm...." Ms. Nindya replied while rinsing the furniture with clean tap water. In his heart was dazed desire to run forward, open the door and greet the husband every time he finished praying, but everything was only in his imagination. His feet were too heavy to step outside. His face was too embarrassed to give a smile to welcome the idol. Only he walked. She was hugged and kissed on the forehead by her husband after he kissed her hand. Just a moment passed to come to see the husband directly and offer a cup of drinks.

Ah..., too embarrassing! What if he's a bitch? What if he refuses? What if I think I'm angry? How embarrassed I will be.

Mbak Nindya shook her head while sighing slowly. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as well.

"Why not wash the dishes tomorrow? It's evening, you must be tired.." a soft whisper and a gentle hug from behind instantly startled him. His heart immediately rippled incoherently. His heart is beating fast. He finished the last wash of the glass and plucked it onto the shelf in the dish beside the sink. He turned around slowly, re-absorbed staring at the handsome face already right in front of him. He held his old breath and breathed it out.

"It's done. Staying mencu...." Ma'am Nindya was unable to continue his words. Her lips were suddenly smothered by her husband's lips. They were momentarily silent, only a soft pecking sound on the lips could be heard. Sister Nindya was fascinated, what a beautiful kiss that shook her heart. He felt the beauty of taste. For some reason, she just wanted to hug the man in front of her. And with the fingers still moist, extended hands across the sturdy waist. His fingers were tightly adrift. His face was fixed right on the husband's chest. And it turned out that he realized it was not only him who felt a comfortable thump and vibration, because he felt the heartbeat of the man who now hugged his shoulder tightly from behind, beating rapidly, and beating rapidly, irregular.

"Please guide Nindy so that she can be the wife who pleases you bang Fathur." just like that, unplanned sentence slid smoothly through Bang Fathur's smiling ears and stroked his wife's hair. His chin was propping up on the crown. Then he kissed the wife softly.

"..., and teach your brother, so that you can always be happy." Bang Fathur spoke back. Ma'am Nindya smiled nodding. The two look at each other. It's a mess that doesn't have to be planned. The mood and environment will bring the melody of the heart to a happy rhythm. No need to be taught how to love, because souls who have been adrift the rope of a valid marriage with both hearts open to each other will strengthen the desire to be happy together. Bang Fathur slowly helped to untie the white aprons strap around Nindya's neck. Then slowly he threw the lover into the lap, taking him who was only able to be silent to the dispute. The rain was no longer spattering outside, but it had changed into a heavy rain that blocked all hearing. The heavy plume sounded as if it was just about to knock down the roof. Rain accompanied by strong winds.

"Outside the storm, I hope it doesn't turn off tonight." said Ms. Nindya who had stood up from the sofa to lurk out of the room to talk to Bang Fathur on her return to the room.

"Hamdulillah rain, because it has been almost three weeks of rain does not fall." Bang Fathur responded. He had removed the sarong and cocoa clothes from the mosque. Peci was again hanging on a nail near the dressing table. Now, he was only wearing white Baggies with a green list. Tops are just a shirt without a light gray collar. While Mbak Nindya is still with a slightly thin white shirt tunic with black jeans subordinates. It looks like Mbak Nindya is confused about what to do when first alone with her husband in the room. Finally, because he felt uncomfortable having to sit on the mattress, he chose to sit while tidying up the dresser with makes up sober tools that were actually lined up and neatly arranged. He even smoothed out the spattered needles of pentules in a small square cup on a table rack. He thrust one by one into a green, daisy-patterned square eight needle pillow. Bang Fathur approached his wife after combing her hair and spraying perfume on her body.

"Hemzzz.., just realized, apparently do not have to go to the clouds to see the angel...." Bang Fathur hugged Mbak Nindya back from behind while talking seduce. They again faced the big glass like the time in Mentok, in Bang Fathur's room, when Bang Fathur paired the jewelry.

"When? Where'd you see him?" Nindya asked.

"Now, in this room. There's a beautiful angel who's been mesmerizing my brother's vision."

"Hihihiiii..," while closing the mouth of Sister Nindya giggled with her husband's answer.

"I mean Nindy? Hahaha.., if an angel is like an angel, no one will want to be an angel."

"The evidence is there, aren't you people?"

"It is not so..," again Bang Fathur stopped talking Mbak Nindya by silencing him with a kiss while crouching. Both are for a moment. Then Bang Fathur again lifted the light body up onto the bed. He replaced the lamp with a greenish-colored sleeping lamp. Outside the rain was getting heavier, the room air-conditioned plus the lights were dim, how martyred they were to enjoy the first night. Lips meet the lips, squeezes after squeezes in the fingers and even breasts* that instantly tighten. The tongue of Bang Fathur is so agile dancing around the face, neck to all the body of his eternal lover. All of which makes Mbak Nindya jolting pleasure. Tonight, under the dim lights of sleep and the heavy rain, Ms. Nindya is no longer a figure that is so shy. With a sincere heart he is happy to serve and even reciprocate every touch, moan and even moan of the husband. Like two travelers running out of water in the desert. At the end of the journey they found a source of clear and cold springs. That thirst, the old thirst of hearts, was instantly satisfied, with them enjoying every drop of water without allowing it to fall in vain and be lost in the sea of sand.

"Thank you, thank you for everything, you're so great at serving your brother. We clean up first, there'll be a third round."

"Hahaahhhh?" widened in her eyes, Nindya looked at her great husband, who was guiding her in love, and then she walked into the bathroom, without a thread. While the aggressive man was still supine with ngosh-ngoshan breath.

*****

Time has not yet shown at nine o'clock at night, suddenly, Bang Fathur has again pulled his wife, into a thick blanket. While outside the rain was getting heavier, while the blanket was back moving irregularly.

"Will have three more children."

"Grand is old, quite one."

"Three more."

"Two of them."

"All right."

And the blanket slowly decreased, the two were again satisfied for the third time.

I don't know what time they'll be sleeping....

And I don't know, in what round the match will be over....

Only they and God know....

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Sorry for the delay in the update, thank God my child has recovered and little by little I can continue writing. But it may also not be able to up every day, because the Author schedule is still full to pursue the target of members of the operator se-Kab. West Bangka completes dapodic synchronization. Thank ye. Hail Literacy! 😊