FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

Chapter 18 After the Accident

My face blushes. Flushed due to Delan's shocking mannerism.

Delan was deliberately teasing me. Her best lips describe the satisfaction of her heart makes me ashamed because it is highlighted by the pleasure of brothers, relatives and friends.

Hicks! I'd be so happy if this wasn't a show, Delan! But can it happen?

Pale pias my face. Delan dropped me right at the door. Then...

Cup.

Her lips kissed my left cheek without permission. I almost forgot how to breathe and breathe for a few minutes.

Hhh...

Delan smiled broadly. Makes my chest pound. Really I didn't know that he could very casually 'play a role'.

We entered a very beautiful and spacious room. Decorated live flowers in white with a curtain of mosquito nets also white gold ribbon plates. So spoil my eyes.

The fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of the room that melded with the coldness of the room AC cooled my sense of smell.

Really makes me sleepy. Especially when I lay this body face down on a large bed with white sateen material with also gold ribbon plates that seem luxurious.

Delan chuckles.

"Open your ribet dress first, Vio!" says slowly.

"Yes. But I'm gonna lay it down for a few minutes. Can ya?" I answered and replaced it immediately with a question.

Delan smile. Nodding slowly while opening his tuxedo suit.

I could only close my eyes, with my heart pounding. Feeling that the man who now holds the status of my husband is doing something.

Delan opened the tuxedo vest. Then one by one remove the buttons of his shirt. Then his pants too.

Now only the inside shirt and the boxer pants are left behind.

Isha! Tarnished my eyes!" my little heart murmured nervously.

While the one who did that seemed without sin. Makes my heart fret.

I woke up from my fall after feeling my tired body was a bit better.

A little distress because this wedding dress weighs more than three kilograms of wheat bags. Making Delan who opened the room door to the small balcony turn to me.

"Need help?" tanyakanya.

A bit embarrassed and uncomfortable but needy, inevitably I nod assent.

Delan walked towards me. Reversing my body slowly and his hands moved opening the zipper of the dress.

Sreet...

"Already! Oiya, that pink closet is all your clothes, Vi!"

"My clothes belong to?" I just need an affirmation.

"Mama bought it all. Just open! Find the clothes you want to wear!"

I comply. This time I forgot that the zipper of my dress had opened all her back. And...

Brucks.

I screamed in shock, my dress falling to the floor to my knees.

This time it was Delan who turned his gaze outward. Surprised also he saw my body that was half bug*l the upper part.

"Basic! Ish...!" he said slowly with a wry smile to make my face more red like a boiled crab.

"Ga ish intentionally!"

"Fishing!"

"What fishing?"

I grieved to find his deep-seated joke in the heart.

My eyes were wide in disbelief.

Sleeping dresses alias linger*e all. With different colors and models.

"Here,... all the nightgowns?" my question made Delan look at me.

"Where do I know, Vi! Mom set it up and put it there. There really isn't one other dress in there?"

"It... Look at it yourself!"

We checked together. Looking for clothes that I deserve to wear instead of wedding dresses.

Every now and then our breath seems to stop breathing air, glancing at the models of nightgowns that whet the tastes of all the average.

"It's all the haram!" delan's murmuring made me close my eyes.

"It's a special wardrobe of nightgowns, Lan!" my reply went limp for a moment.

"Look at my white closet! My clothes are arranged by Mama!" delan reminded himself.

He walked next to the white closet which claimed to be all Delan clothing.

"Oh, Mama!" Delan patted his forehead. Blushed face.

It really made me laugh unconsciously.

Apparently this is Mama Tasya's trick. Because the cupboard is rather small from my pink closet the contents are strange underwe*r various motifs.

Fortunately there are some boxers that are rather large even though the color and pattern image makes me want to laugh.

Mama Tasya is a huge fan of Naruto and Sasuke! All boxer Delan anime cartoon's images.

"I... Can I borrow the boxer? Also the t-shirt with his hand?" ask me for permission.

Delan chuckled while nodding.

As a result, I prefer Delan's nightgown rather than having to wear my nightgown that Tasya's mom provides.

But...

Delan's oblong shirt is so thin. Until my br* daleman was glaring invisibility made me clumsy myself.

Many times I have covered it with my arms crossed. But it still feels uncomfortable too.

"Download...!"

"What?" tanyakanya.

"May I borrow your singlet shirt too?"

Delan who finally took a look at me lowered his head in shame. His eyes towards the mound of my two chest that looked faint.

He pulled one more tank top. And gave it to me without looking.

"Thank you!" relieved say.

Now I wear two layers of Delan shirts. Then walk outside the balcony which turns out there is a large table full of snack jars as well as various fruits and drinks.

"Here, we're here! Don't go down!"

"What... Ain't we not coming down? There are many guests and our family."

"Let them handle it!"

Lah? Delane? That's how her life is going to be haunted!

And the two of us just sat back and forth on the wicker chairs available on the balcony enjoying the light treat that was on the big table.

Even Delan calmly makes coffee from an automatic coffee brewing machine available on the corner of the balcony.

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