Dreamy Girl
Part 103 Request Unboxing
Deka looked at Risma Yanti with a happy feeling. He did not think that the girl was his wife now. A person who will be his companion forever wading a new life full of meaning in the future. A bright smile never left his lips.
The Muslim wedding dress clings beautifully and fits perfectly into the calm girl's body which makes Deka feel her heart beating faster than usual.
"Beautiful" he said unconsciously.
"Sister," Risma looked back into the eyes of the man who was now legally her husband with an embarrassed smile.
"Thank you for accepting me, Ris." said Deka slowly like a mutter. He still did not dare to openly express his feelings in the midst of the crowds of guests who were giving their prayers and blessings.
He even said that sentence while throwing a glance and smile at the invitees who filled the hotel ball room where the reception was held.
The successful luxury wedding event held in a TGR-owned hotel has become a very historic moment for a Deka Roland. Her happy day was attended by all members of her family. His father and stepmother also busy themselves to help the wedding very happily.
Although all the series of events have been handled well by the event organizer, but apparently their existence feels very awkward if they do not help here and there.
"Good son, you are now a husband" his father said shortly after the successful ijab qobul uttered by Deka.
"Thank you dad, " replied Deka while hugging the aging body of her father.
"So good husband, treat your wife like a queen in your heart" whispered her father on the sidelines of the embrace. Deka nodded with a happy heart. For a long time he had never felt a father's embrace like this.
"Who are all the guests, they come to pray for you" his father said again and then let go of his embrace. Arman Roland then moved from the place to greet the newly arrived guests.
"Congratulations, yes" Gala said as she gently slapped her cousin's shoulder. He was accompanied by his wife Vita Maharani with a little boy who was no less handsome than his father.
"Thank you GM."
"Savior Om," Rama also did not stay silent. He kissed the back of Deka's hand with reverence to the point of making them all laugh in the boy's style.
"Don't unboxing first ya Dek," whispered Gala with an annoying smile. Deka just rolled his eyes lazily.
"What is boccing, papa?" rama asked who heard the whisper of his papa. His narcissistic soul began to be infected by Gala the papa who was increasingly agile.
"A very nice toy dear, make you later do not want to stop," replied the original Gala who in the end made Rama become hysterical and did not stop asking for such toys by tugging at his hands.
"Yama wants to bocce,"
"Mama Yama wants to bocce, huaaa,"
"Hadehhh, um..." Vita looked at Gala with eyes glaring feigned anger. She began to pinch her husband's waist again.
"Awww, dear sick," Gala whispered in pain. Risma Yanti tried to hold back her laughter at the cuteness of Gala Putra Raditya's small family, the General Manager.
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VVIP Room, 10:00 p.m.
All guests have left the reception except for the newlyweds. Deka Roland and his wife Risma Yanti are still staying at the hotel to spend their first night legally being husband and wife.
Deka opened the room door for his wife who has been transformed very beautiful typical bridal room. A king size bed with a sprinkling of love-shaped red rose petals is very interesting there.
Deka grabbed Risma's hand to enter the room. He took her to sit on the bed with a very soft white cloth. He knelt before the wife he loved so much while softly tasting the hand of Risma who had been held since.
"Thank you, Ris. You want to accept me to be your husband." said Deka with a fixed and deep look into the eyes of his wife.
"What the hell, brother. Lebay deh." said Risma shy. He was not ready to be treated this sweetly by a Deka who he knew was very indifferent to women. He tried to hold a pounding in his own heart that seemed to want to explode.
"That's a big sereeem, sis."
"You hung me anyway" Deka said, pretending to be annoyed. He began to stand up and left Risma who was still sitting on the bed.
He went to the closet where his clothes were. Then he went to the bathroom to clean himself up and change his clothes.
Risma was still sitting quietly on the bed. He also wants to take a shower and change his bridal outfit with a comfortable nightgown.
Instantly his face warmed up with strange thoughts in his head. There was a sudden nervousness when she realized that tonight was the first night she was going to share a bed with someone who was already her husband. Legally do anything to him.
The bathroom door opened and gave off the smell of fresh bath soap from there. She wanted to look over and see the appearance of her husband. Her little brain imagined her husband coming out of there using only a white towel at the waist with water dripping on his field chest and checkered stomach.
Ish
He hit his head slowly, his brain was contaminated by the onlen novel he had read about the first night.
"You don't change your clothes first?" his delusion suddenly faded when Deka was already standing before him in full pajamas.
"Eh, yes brother." replied Risma nervously.
"Why?"
"Eh, no..." Risma felt her face must have been as red as a boiled crab because she was ashamed to have thought of such perverted things about her husband.
"Here I help," Deka turned his wife's body softly and began to unbutton after button the clothes from behind. Risma held her breath from the tension. He also slowly opened the hijab that was wrapped quite neatly and firmly on his head. His hands trembled slightly due to the heat that was so felt between the two of them.
Deka was no less tense with the situation as it is today, because this was also the first for him as close as this to women. He unbuttoned the clothes very slowly. One button he opened for about five minutes either so enjoyed or because of difficulties, hahaha. (othor laughs wickedly)
Deka was stunned to see the beautiful scenery in front of him. The white back that was so smooth as if calling him to touch. His hand moved slowly wanting to touch the softness of his wife's skin by swallowing her coarse saliva. He felt his body was hot just because he saw especially if he managed to touch it, maybe he would burn.
"Ekhem" Risma cleared her throat as she wondered what her husband was doing behind her. There was no sound or movement after he realized his clothes had started to open. The next minute he felt his back being slowly pushed to make him crumble.
Readers: "Stop othor, it's still morning.do not disturb the fast kiteee.
Okey deh bye kalo that (asrah)
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Recommendations for dear readers othor, while waiting for his MP Deka and Risma stopped by kuy at the work of friends akoh.
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Title: The Bed of the Paralyzed Lord
Author: Kay_21
Rate :22++
For the sake of vengeance, for the sake of venting all his anger and pain. Aishe, a girl who does not know fashion, is willing to do anything for her revenge. Sending the fiancee who had already killed him felt a 7th level of hell.
The novel by Kay_21 under the title Bed Tuan Lumpuh, will present an unexpected exciting story of its continuation.
