It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

Morning Drama

The sun was already shining bright but the couple who had just been married for a few days were still sleeping soundly while hugging. I don't know what time of night they slept, which was clear last night was a long and very thrilling night.

Aksa moved slowly and wriggled. He slowly opened his eyes and smilingly looked at the tired looking beautiful face that was still asleep with his arms wrapped.

One kiss landed on Nada's forehead which made her wake up. "Hmm, what time is it?" tanya Nada while opening her eyes.

"Gosh, it's 7, baby." He looked at the wall clock that was straight in front of him.

"That's Mas. Asyik lakain other worship but the obligatory prayer is left."

Aksa shifted herself and sat down. "Yes, I forgot to set the alarm. Tomorrow I won't believe it again."

"Just the first time I stayed at my in-laws' house I woke up in the afternoon. Later I thought I was lazy Mas." Nada now slowly sat down while holding the blanket to cover her still innocent body. His body felt crumpled like a boneless chicken. Plus the core part still feels very painful and stuck as if Aksa's property is still in there. As he shifted himself, it felt even more painful.

"This is sick."

"illness?" Aksa immediately revealed the blanket Nada intends to check it.

But both pairs of their eyes were startled by the bloodstains splattered on the bed sheet quite a lot. "This one..."

"Can't be the first Na."

"But that's a lot?"

"I don't know either. Really sick huh? Let me see ya?"

"Don't Mas." Tone held Aksa's hand as she was about to open her leg.

"If you don't see it, you don't know the wound or not."

Tone shook his head while linking his brows.

But this time Aksa was a little pushy to see it. He didn't want anything to happen to Nada because of him last night.

"It looks like Na's abrasions are at the bottom. You'll see a doctor later."

The tone increasingly moved his lips. "Then dong Mas check with the doctor. The second one was not finished. I know all that stuff, tearing it up is mine."

"Shhhh.." Aksa grabbed Nada's body in her arms while rubbing Nada's head crest. "Yes, yes, sorry. Let me wash the sheets. You get dressed first."

Tone just went silent. He's still pouting. She took off her husband's arms and slowly got out of bed. Not only the point is that it hurts, but both of his thighs feel very sore as if he had run a marathon for miles. He said it was good but why does it hurt all.

After getting off the bed Nada walked slowly. "Duh, how's the way. I'm like a gini snail." The tone grew increasingly blustery as he stared at his reflection in the chaotic mirror plus some red marks on his neck that were very clearly displayed. "Mas, uh, I'm making a red sign like this anyway." Tone now sits himself in a chair near the study table and folds his hands on the table. I was upset with her husband.

Aksa who had finished wearing her clothes, she picked up a shirt for Nada and helped her get dressed. "Wear the shirt first."

The tone was still pouting while wearing clothes that Aksa helped with.

"I'm sorry, I went too far last night." Aksa grabbed her comb and combed the hair Tone so as not to look too messy. He feels guilty now. Why also he was too hot last night and reluctant to end his second game even he did not budge when Nada said sick and asked for it. He just said in a minute, in a minute, but it's not finished. Hah, the sense of pleasure ends in regret.

"I'm in aja. Shame out of the room."

"You take a shower first. Breakfast in the room."

Tone shook his head then he slumped his face on the table.

Aksa took a long breath. He immediately rolled up his bed sheet and replaced it with a new one. After that he picked up also Tone clothes that were scattered last night on the floor and all he washed.

"Ngapain Aksa?" ask her mother who happened to be in the kitchen.

Aksa did not answer. After putting her laundry in the washing machine she immediately filled it with water.

"Kok washed the sheets?"

Aksa scratched the nape of his neck. His mother deliberately followed Aksa. "That's, hmm, dirty."

"Dirty?" Miss Diana looked at her son in full search. It turned out to be a noise last night from Aksa's room. "Tone's still sleeping?"

"Wake up but still in the room."

"Why? Take a shower and have breakfast."

Again an easy question that is difficult to answer. "Hmm, that, Tone again hurts."

"What pain?" miss Diana's voice panicked a little.

Aksa just smiled blandly. Does his mother know if Nada's cause of pain is him.

"Aksa, Aksa. You're not going to overdo it." Finally, Miss Diana, who already knew the cause without an answer from Aksa, now began to scold her son. "Until last night. You think Mom is not horrified. Good thing your adek room is far away." Miss Diana picked up a pot and filled it with water and put it on the stove. Don't forget to turn it on.

Aksa was getting nervous while pouring detergent into the washing machine.

"You're your father's drip. I know for sure now Nada until it's hard to make way. The first time it was thought first do not play all night. Poor for Nada. Later scolded your in-laws if you know Nada to why. That man's son Aksa."

Aksa could only swallow her saliva while sighing deeply. Last night he should have followed Nada's word for not doing it in his cramped room. Now that he heard the lecture from his own mother, he felt extremely embarrassed. It felt like he had raped people's children even though his own wife.

Aksa now rubbed the stains before turning the machine.

"Yes, I'm going to Nada's room."

"Mother, Tone of shame later if..."

"Okay, you want my mother to taste jewel. Continue to let Tone in the room until later." Miss Diana was still mumbling as she walked towards Aksa's room..

"What tragedy was there until your mother ranted that?" Mr. Rendra is now approaching his son who is struggling with his laundry.

Aksa again let out a long breath without answering. A question he had difficulty answering again. As for the fact that Father who was beside him must have known the true tragedy. Pleasure that ends in the morning.

"On last night?" ask Mr. Rendra with a big smile. Unlike his mother who kept nagging. "You're really Dad's son. Until the hidden talent is the same." Mr. Rendra grew more and more chuckling while Aksa just smiled wryly. "You hold it for a few days at least for three days. Let your wife not be traumatized by pain." One pat ends a father's brief conversation with his son.

Aksa took her breath back.

Nahan in three days?

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Satisfied with Aksa mornin2..