Hate Is Love's

First Night

“Firhan!!”

Dayana shouted loudly as the younger sister took the pasta in her hand without excuse. Without feeling the slightest sin, the young man immediately left Dayana who was still misgivings. Rafa who was near the pasta stall, took the typical Italian food. The man then approached Dayana.

“This,” Rafa handed over a plate filled with pasta on Dayana.

“Eh.. thanks, doc.”

“We ate there aja.”

Rafa's hand pointed at the table not far from them. Dayana nodded her head, then followed in the footsteps of the handsome doctor. Dayana saw the plate that Rafa had placed. Apparently the man took the lasagna.

“Doctor turns out to like lasagna, yes.”

“Lumayan. And please don’t call me doctor, we are not in the hospital.”

“Keep I should call what?”

“Call my name aja.”

“Ngga politely. I call Rafa, can't I?”

“Please.”

A smile rose on Dayana's face. Dream what the girl was able to sit together last night while enjoying a meal with Rafa. While enjoying the pasta, Dayana invites Rafa to talk.

“Mas Rafa likes Italian food?”

“Ngga also. I prefer food archipelago.”

“What are some examples?”

“Beat flour, potato parchment. Almost all the cuisines of the archipelago I like.”

“Oh so.. sometime I make deh.”

“You can cook?”

“Can dong. Yes even though it still feels questionable hehehe..”.

Rafa's sweet smile was immediately imprinted hearing Dayana's words. Looks like Dayana should say thank you to Firhan. Because of his sister's ignorance, he can eat alone with Rafa. Without the girl realizing, actually what Firhan was doing was an instruction from Abi who saw Rafa was near the pasta stall.

“Look, Vin.. You if you want to mate Aya, must be smart rich me. The proof is Irzal same Arsy will marry next month.”

“You're a sneaky brain with no opponents. Pake the same trap event maksa.”

“That mattered the result.”

“I don't want ya, my granddaughter trapped-stuck rich like that.”

“Aya is also my grandson if you forget.”

Kevin sets his sights on Dayana and Rafa again. It's free to argue with Abi, he'll never win. But in his heart smiling, the maximum level bon cabe could make his granddaughter one table with Rafa. Even they have been involved in exciting conversations like it.

“What is your activity now?”

“Against enjoying the so-called unemployment. I have plans for college, anyway. But still a long time, still three months away. So now just have fun first, refreshing.”

“What college did you study?”

“Business management.”

“Hmm. If you work, choose where, right? Hahaha.”.

“Muji what's wrong? Hehehe.. yes even if I can get into any company, just keep the selection like everyone else.”

“Times anyway?”

“Iya. Papa Ken is selective. Even if the family but if not competent, still have to berterintis from zero. Papa also like that, om Erza, om Barra, om Ikal, the same all. So, I want to go to college first, while learning a little so that the work does not be shy, hihihi... but if anyone wants to be a housewife, I'm happy to accept.”.

Dayana's laughter was heard when she uttered the last sentence. Rafa also smiled hearing that. According to him the figure of Dayana is a girl who is supple, smart and nice to talk to. In contrast to his quiet and shy wife.

“You want me to introduce you to Daffa?”

“Ngga needs, mas. I already know. Immediately my family also besananan with his family.”

“Oh yes? Who wants to marry?”

“Arsy same bang Irzal.”

“Irzal? Hahaha.. didn't think he would get married fast.”.

“Ngga expected yes, mas. Ice dry model she fast married, hahaha.”

“Es dry, gosh.. hahaha.”.

Rafa can't help but laugh at Irzal, one of the shareholders at the hospital where he works. The nickname dry ice is already attached to the man. The originator of the idea as well as the publicist who promoted the call, none other than Stella.

“If I really want a rich Rafa mas, can not ya?”

Uhuk…

Rafa immediately coughed hearing that. Dayana stands up to get a drink and gives it to Rafa. The girl sat down next to Rafa. He noticed how the man would react with his words earlier.

“Ngga nothing right, mas?”

“What?”

“It... earlier or how?”

“Oh. uh. hehehe. Just surprised to hear your words.”

“Commonly, mas. Also called desire. Nih, every third of the night I always wake up and pray that my soul mate is Rafa, hehehe..”.

“Hahaha.. can only you.”

Rafa's laughter sounded bland. He really didn't think that Dayana would be this aggressive. It seemed like he had to keep a distance with the girl for not wanting to give her false hopes. Rafa's heart is still filled with memories of his wife.

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The night before, the festivities of the wedding were over a few hours ago. Both brides are now in the bridal room. Aqeel who had cleaned himself up, sat in the front room while watching television. Iza is changing clothes in the bedroom.

Several times Iza took a deep breath when she saw her reflection in the mirror. The nightgowns he wore were still polite, with arms three-quarters and knee-length. The material is also not transparent, it is white in color and can still cover its body well.

However, this was the first time he had dressed openly before Aqeel. Since all of Yunda and Reyhan's children were boys, he always wore closed clothes even in the house. And now, he will show himself who is not covered in a hijab, with enough clothes open.

With a slow step, he came out of the bedroom. From the door of the room, he could see Aqeel sitting casually on the sofa. The man was completely unaware of Iza's presence. Pronouncing the basmalah in his heart, Iza approached Aqeel. The girl stopped near the sofa.

Aqeel's eyes were instantly sidetracked from the television as soon as he realized the presence of the girl who was now his rightful wife.His heart was pounding at the sight of Iza who was not wearing her usual closed clothes. His black hair was allowed to move all the way to his back.

“Bang..” call Iza slowly.

“You are so beautiful, Za. With or without the hijab, stay beautiful. I'm lucky to have you.”

Slowly Ajeel got up from his seat. He grabbed Iza's hand, then took her to sit on the sofa. His eyes continued to stare at Iza's face without blinking. Next to her hand was stroking Iza's hair. Not only Aqeel, but the heart of Iza was no less fast beating. Her cheeks flushed red as Aqeel gently rubbed her face.

Iza's eyes closed as Aqeel brought her face closer and then kissed her lips. Iza's life seemed to float when she felt the soft sweep of Aqeel's lips. Getting the first touch from the now legitimate man to be her husband, makes Iza like losing half her soul.

“Where are you going for your honeymoon?” ask Aqeel.

“Tereby brother aja.”

“But the power we can't honeymoon too far. You know for yourself what my job is like.”

“Iya, bang. Wherever you take me, I'm happy.”

Aqeel inched closer to Iza, his hand now coiled around the girl's waist. The two positions are getting closer. Iza dared to caress her husband's jaw. Back Aqeel kissed Iza's lips, this time with a longer duration. He had dared to take a sip and***** Iza's lips, but his wife still had not replied to him. Iza still doesn't know how to return her husband's kiss.

“Bo.. can, bang.”

Iza's heart pounded even more as Aqeel pulled her hand towards the sleeping room. He grew increasingly agitated looking at the king-size bed, where he slept together with Aqeel. Iza sat down on the side of the bed, while Aqeel had climbed into the bed.

“Za.. let's sleep.”

“I.. yes, bang.”

With a very slow movement like slow motion, Iza laid her body on the mattress. The girl held her breath as Aqeel approached her. Her husband's face was so close to her. Even he could feel Aqeel's breath on his face.

“If you are not ready, we can do it later. Now you sleep.”

“A... Brother not angry? I. that's brother.”

“I want to do it when you're ready.”

“A.. I u.. I'm ready kok.”

“Really?” tanya Aqeel made sure, and Iza answered him with a nod.

“Then kiss me when you're ready.”

Iza's eyes were round, her face reddened. Never mind kissing, just kissing her heart is pounding. For a moment the girl just kept silent while continuing to look at Ajeel. A smile was imprinted on Aqeel's face. It is predictable that his wife is still embarrassed and not ready to do so.

Just as Aqeel was about to distance his body, Iza's hand suddenly held him back. Then by gathering all his courage, he kissed Aqeel's cheek. For a moment Ajeel was just glued. Can't believe his shy wife will also answer the challenge. The man positioned his body on top of Iza. The wife's face looks red like boiled shrimp.

“Challenge accepted, can not be withdrawn again, yes.”

“Iya,” replied Iza with a flushed face.

Aqeel reunited their lips. She does so gently while guiding Iza to return her kiss. Slowly the girl could also return Aqeel's kiss. Both her hands were pinching the t-shirt her husband was wearing when Aqeel started unbuttoning the nightgown she was wearing.

Iza was only able to close her eyes when Aqeel began to give her the world's pleasure. Several times the woman could not resist the sound of her des*hannya, when hit by a sensation that was first felt. Aqeel games are soft and not rushed, slightly reduce the pain that was whack. Even now he can enjoy it.

Iza's body trembled as a warm wave hit her. The bones in his body were being pulled out of his body. His breath was heard hunting, and sweat drenched his forehead. Aqeel paused for a moment after the wife had reached its peak. Now only he remained who was still heading for the heavenly peak.

The hug on Aqeel's moist back tightened as Iza regained her release. His breathing grew even more breathless as Aqeel did not slow down his tempo. He stopped when his goal arrived. Hugging Iza's body tightly, the man fired hot lava into his wife's womb.

“Thank you, baby,” said Aqeel while kissing the face of Iza drenched in sweat. The woman just nodded while throwing a smile.

The cold air coming from the air conditioner slowly began to erode the sweat on the newlyweds body. Ajeel woke up and put her clothes back on. He then helps Iza put on her nightgown and carries the woman to the bathroom to clean up the remnants of their romance.

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In between his working hours, Irzal took the time to visit L’amour's office. Rain accidentally called the bride-to-be to his office to talk about the concept of marriage. Their time to prepare for the party was only three weeks away. Actually Irzal and Arsy have handed over the marriage to Rain. But the woman still wants to hear the opinion of her client.

“This is a concept for your wedding already mama stacking yes. From decor, food, make up, bridal wear, to run down the show. For invitations, try to choose, which one is suitable.”

Rain handed over a catalog containing samples of invitation cards. Irzal looked at it for a moment, then gave it to Arsy. Leave everything to the girl, because she herself is not so concerned with the design of the invitation.

“Ya this is good, aunt.”

Arsy pointed at the invitation in maroon and gold colors. Rain took the catalog in Arsy's hands. He looked at Irzal, and his nephew just nodded. After marking the invitation, she then showed a row of wedding dresses.

“It's a collection of wedding dresses and tuxedos from boutique mama Al. You choose which you like, later Ily mama who executes.”

Irzal handed it to Arsy. For the wedding dress, Arsy was quite excited about it. He was quite confused about where to make the choice. All the dresses look beautiful and elegant. Finally Arsy asked Irzal's opinion.

“Who's good?”

“Serious it's the same as me?” answer Irzal. Rain just shook his head. I want him to shake his nephew's head.

“Request an opinion only. What is this one?”

“Do not. Too open.”

“This?”

“There is humility. Happy to see you to other men?”

Arsy's eyes glared at Irzal's reply. He showed me another collection. Dresses with long sleeves and long dresses dangled until they touched the floor.

“You sure you want to use that? Later if the dress is stepped on, you continue to fall I do not want to nolong.”

“Gosh!”

Angrily Rain hit Irzal on the head with a pen in his hand. He could not bear to see Irzal acting so annoying in his eyes. Irzal's eyes widened and got an impromptu attack from the brother's in-laws.

“What is it?”

Arsy's hand pointed at the ivory-white dress that did not reach the length of dangling. The model is also polite, can cover Arsy's body well.

“Ya, that's good.”

“Tuxedonia want which one?” ask Arsy again while handing over the catalog in his hand.

“You are the one who chose.”

“Yakin? If I choose you use tuxedo but below it bokser want?”

“Can you not be ashamed,” replied Irzal cuek.

“Tante...”.

Arsy sulks at Rain, she is already very upset at her future husband. Rain could not help but laugh. He took a catalog from Arsy, then chose one of the tuxedos that felt matched Irzal. The man only nodded when Rain showed it.

“What food? Want to test food first, no?”

“Ngga. Catering by Gavin nanganin. Not really ma?” ask Irzal.

“Iya.”

“I believe in Gavin. Rich wedding bang Aqeel right?”

“Iya. You, Arsy?”

“If Irzal mas already okay, yes I was aja.”

“Ok.. in two weeks you guys fittings bridal clothes yes. For akad, wear Sundanese traditional clothes, right? All of you later the fitting.”

“Udah in order, ma?”

“Udah.”

“I'm back in the office, yeah. Ar... do you still want to be here or go home?”

“Ikut home aja.”

The two stood up and said goodbye to Rain. Arsy who just finished the night shift is indeed waiting for Irzal to pick her up and take her to L’amour's office. Now the man will take Arsy to his house.

“Buy her wedding ring when?” ask Arsy.

“Terlarah. Or you just buy, I follow your choice.”

“This is our wedding, yes. All the time you hand over to me anyway,” annoyed Arsy.

“Ya. Later we will buy it.”

The atmosphere in the car was quiet again. Taking care of marriage with Irzal is easy. Several times they often get into insignificant fights. Irzal who looks ogah-ogahan and leave everything to Arsy. And Arsy is upset, because it's like taking care of the wedding himself. But quickly the two got back together. Several times Irzal finally relented even though he had to go through the debate first.

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Hope the review is not long. I don't know why this novel was entered into the TEEN category. I'm so hard to make a unifying scene nation🤭