Husband Cold But Attention

Chapter 7 Waiting for the First Night

Ba'da Isya Yara just got home. Yila who has since inserted clothes that have been ironed Bi Lala, ART that is called home if the laundry has been a lot or cleaning the house is quite spacious. Yila was able to clean the house. But still Yara called the daily ART working.

The sound of a car stopping in front of the house, it is not wrong again it must be Yara. For a moment Yila left her job. Yila rushed forward about to open the door. Yila had prepared herself as best she could. The knowledge that his mother had given him this afternoon was enough, and now he will apply it at home to welcome Yara, although a cold attitude will definitely still be obtained.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" The greeting was slow, but still audible. Yila greeted with a smile and grabbed Yara's hand then kissed.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas." Yara's hand pulled her inside. Yara saw Yila trying to serve her. Yara watched from top to bottom Yila's appearance. Perfect. Beautiful young girl, simple, not much of this style, it's really charming tonight. But unfortunately, Yara has not been able to touch him because Yila is still an obstacle.

Yila followed Yara to the room. Then immediately prepare a change of clothes for Yara. Yara did not move from the room, she dropped her body on the bed with her head turned up. Looks like Yara looks all right. This time Yila started thinking what to do by looking at Yara like this. Yila got on the bed and approached Yara who was lying down. Actually Yila's heart was pounding at the moment, she was really not used to a man having to be this close.

However, her mother's words and advice in the WA message encouraged her to pay attention to Yara, her husband.

"If Mas Yara is still cold, we must try to generate heat, for example with a touch," said Bu Yuli in WA Yila earlier.

Yila began to think about what her mother said earlier, what touch she had to do. Seeing Yila seem to be thinking, Yara gave no response. He wanted to see what the now legitimate wife of the woman would do.

Slowly, Yila's fingers approached and began to touch Yara's forehead, which Yara had a glimpse of. Looks like Yara's got a headache.

"Mas Yara, is Mas Yara having a headache?" tanyanya while starting to press and squeeze Yara's forehead. Yara enjoyed it without saying. Yara felt Yila's massage was very good. The touch of his hand caused a sensation of pleasure and relief. The headache he felt disappeared instantly. Yila seemed to know that she was targeting a sick nerve.

The touch of Yila's hand was instantly able to make Yara not have a headache anymore. Then Yara turned her back.

"Please, undress and t-shirts inside. I want you to massage my sore body" he said. Not waiting for long Yila undressed Yara slowly, until her inner t-shirt opened. Yila took olive oil for a massage and massaged it in her make up box. Then he started massaging Yara's burly, smooth back.

Just this time touching the man's skin directly, Yila's heart automatically dag dig dug. But Yila had to dare to touch the skin of the back of the man she had always liked.

The massage began to feel and spread into Yara's body, this was really a good massage according to her. Although he used to be massaged by male massage therapists, but Yila massage is second to none compared to the massage therapist he had visited.

In fact, Yara was heard snoring and falling asleep while being massaged by Yila. Yila looked at her husband's back, actually she wanted to tell him to take a shower first and then have dinner. But seeing Yara fall asleep like this it felt like she did not have the heart to wake her husband. Yila got up, but was held back by Yara's voice.

"Don't go first, I want to get a massage and massage in front of him" he asked, turning his back. Yila glanced at it and then threw away her face. The chest of the field and the checkered belly plastered real in front of him. Yila hesitated, her heart back dag dig dug erratically.

"Come on, front of him from your chest to your belly massage. I felt nauseous from catching a cold," he said. Yila again grabbed the olive oil massage, then spilled its contents poured on her palm. With a shrewd look Yila smeared and massaged Yara's hard belly. It seems like Yara goes to the gym so often that her stomach is formed and nice.

"Why is his hand shaking?" tanya Yara makes Yila even more awkward.

"Eummm, because I'm not used to holding a man's stomach yet," Yila replied truthfully.

"Ohhh, okay. Can I take a shower before I get another massage?" Yara's request made Yila not understand. Then Yara explained carefully until Yila understood and wanted to. Yila initially wanted to refuse because it was indeed unusual.

Yara got up, and Yila stopped her massage. Yara immediately went to the bathroom rinsing everything that was imprinted inside her including the mandatory bath. Yara looks relieved because of Yila's massage earlier.

The night was getting late, after dinner last night, Yara and Yila entered the same room. Yara enters the bathroom, brushes her teeth before going to bed. Yila, too, brushed her teeth before going to bed.

"Get it!" her word. Yila got up and got better and laid her body beside Yara. Yara quickly hugged Yila's body from beside her. Yila was surprised, but she could do nothing but let Yara's hand hold her.

"When is the obstacle over?" tanyanya while sipping the fragrance of Yila's hair. Because of her curiosity Yila had not answered Yara's question.

"A new week goes Mas," Yila replied making Yara instantly jerked.

"That means I still have to wait for five more days?" Yila nodded while sighing deeply. A disappointed snort sounded from Yara's mouth. Yila could only sigh deeply. Not long from that Yara sounded already asleep, while Yila was still not sleepy.

Four days passed, today Yila was already clear of her obstruction. He has started praying. This made Yara smile. For some reason since seeing Yila was still so timid like that, her desire was immense. Yara was able to fast and fast for 10 years.

"Tomorrow we go on holiday to the Villanya Papa at Puncak," he said suddenly while opening his work clothes.

"What do you want?" tanya Yila made Yara shake her head.

"You make your stomach curl up and give Mama my Papa a grandchild" he said as he passed.

Yila had to prepare for the possibility that tomorrow would happen. He understood exactly what Yara meant. And this Yila will ask for tips from her sister, which is the first night tips are prime.

"Maybe I'll have that first experience tomorrow?" yila's heart asked with a sense of caution.