I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

first night connection

After a few minutes, Dev came out of the bathroom, with his hair getting wet. Strange thing but did not want to ask, did not the man had a bath, then why should I take another bath?

Ah never mind, do not want to think about things that do not need to be very much in mind.

It won't affect the Earth's rotation, so let it go. He wants to shower a hundred times a night no problem, like him.

What needs to be considered right now is his own fate. Because Kuni is confused about where to sleep?

Yep, yeah... He knew his status was legitimate. I can definitely sleep in one bed. But right? do I really need to sleep in one bed?

Given, this marriage is nothing but a river that has not been clear direction to where?

The man had promised not to touch her before there really was confidence between the two.

While what he had seen so far, the man was still as rancid. He seemed to have not shown, his heart.

I don't know confused yourself, where will this relationship take place.

And sleep problems? wait for instructions from the owner of this room. The woman would sleep where.

After Dev changed his clothes and dried his hair, he went back up to the bed. Without saying anything, he immediately threw his body into a tilted position.

Kuni looked back for a moment, then went back straight again.

The man slept his back comfortably, while he was still confused. Is that a sign that he can sleep next to the man?

His gaze was fixed on the long sofa, near the bookshelf which was in the corner of this spacious room.

Duh... Did I just sleep on that long couch, huh? (World)

Beside Kunia who is still confused want to sleep where. Devan is closing his eyes. But he felt nervous. Making it a little difficult for her to sleep, she decided to open her eyes again.

Why did the situation become so clumsy like this? The girl was still silent. What is he really doing? (Devan)

Dev twisted his body, suddenly and what he found was the woman was sculpting while lifting her pillow.

"Where are you going to take that pillow?"

"I'm– going to sleep there."

"Who told you to sleep there?" Devan gripped the pillow that Kunia was holding, then pulled it strong. Until the woman was interested too.

"Eh... Eh.." waver, because his body fell, right in front of the man who could already be called a husband.

"Who told you to move?"

"I– myself. I just don't want to disturb your sleep." Smirk, "that's better if I sleep on the couch."

Devan just shut up. His gaze was not at all separated, in contrast to the wife who tried hard to avoid Devan's gaze which made him more nervous.

"Sleep next to me. I want to tell you a story, and you have to listen."

"Emmm? Yeah..." The world moved, then confirmed its position. Sit with your legs straightened. Not daring to lie next to her own husband.

Devan sighed, he changed his position as well. Sleeping on your back, looking at the ceiling. Raised his hand, looked at the large ring then.

"You ever think? If this is weird?"

"Yes, I can."

"What do you think of this ring?"

"Shaman" he answered spontaneously. Devan turned towards Kuni, quickly. "But, that was before. Now no. Hehe..."

Devan sighed. He sat down cross-legged in front of Kunia.

"I don't really know about this ring. The thing is, I just saw this at my nanny's house. And he gave it to her."

Dunia is curious about the ring on Devan's middle finger. His eyes did not blink, because the stone if seen up close was very nice and shiny.

"This ring, he said from Omah. Namu, my nanny said I should keep my mouth shut about this, and just let me wear it. Until the time is right, I'll know the function."

Kuni touched, the jewel.

"Shouldn't he?" Kunia Gumam.

"Would you like to see?" Devan took off the ring. Then hand it over to Kunia, which it immediately receives.

"You think?"

"It must be genuine. It is also impossible if this is a fake," replied Kunia who still looked at the amazement of the ring in her hand.

Devano smiled without a sound, his eyes fixed on the woman who made him feel at home to look at.

Is this magic? Whatever it was, he was clearly enjoying the warmth of this house. It was Kunia, the girl he had just married this morning.

"Kunti Maiden?"

Kunia raised her head, with a smile still on her back. No matter the nickname that has not been changed.

"You promise something?"

"What?"

Devan did not find his attitude as usual. Make sure, if this will go well in the future.

"Grow up another flavor for me, right there." Devan pointed at Kunia's chest. "Can you?"

Guna smiled, "can you promise as well? Would I do the same, if I obeyed him?"

"Ya–"

"Related?"

"Knew!"

Kuni smiled again, more deeply than before. He then grabbed Devan's hand, then made a move like grabbing something from his chest. Then sprinkle it over Devan's palm.

"What are you doing?"

"Growing seeds, hope." Kunia answered cheerfully and then placed the palm on Devan's chest. Without waiting for long, Devan's heart pounded.

After that Kunia slapped both of her palms, while closing her eyes.

God. I want Him. I want Him to make me the last one for her. Make Him love me, make me happy with him, and vice versa.

"Aamiin" Kunia said.

Devan smiled looking at the behavior of the woman before him.

"What prayers do you pray?"

Bunia approached his ear, "secret–"

"Absolutely lacking. I'll do the same then."

"Can. Just do–" Kunia raised her palm. Then held by Devan closer. He did the same thing, like grabbing something and sprinkling it over the palm of the hand.

Kunia chuckled a little. "Why did you sow it just a little?"

"It's a lot, even more than you give. You're the one who didn't see it."

"Idih–" Kunia just smiled cynically. Devan immediately placed his palm on his own chest. After that, pray the same as Kunia.

God, I want Him so much. I want to make Him the last one for me. Make Him love me, make me happy and vice versa.

"Aamiin's."

"What are you saying?" Kunia asked curiously, after her husband opened his eyes again.

Devan smiles. Then touch Kunia's forehead with her index finger.

"Rahasia–" teoyor then the forehead was soft by Devan who then laughed.

"Cih– is not creative."

"I don't care. Now let's go to sleep. Let our prayers go up to heaven. To be granted soon." Devan pulls out Kunia's hand. Invite the girl quickly to lay her body, on the bed.

Even without hugging each other. The two sleep in a sloping position facing each other.

One another still could not sleep, but did not dare to open his eyes.

Fifty minutes later, they finally fell asleep.