Late Wedding?

Pov Reynand (again)

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I could not stop smiling, looking at the plain shoulder of Aqilla who was now in my arms. Our bodies are not dressed at the moment, covered only in a white blanket. Yes, we just got married a week ago in the hometown of Aqilla in Semarang. But now we have returned to Jogja, more precisely in my room.

A few minutes ago we had just finished a night of sports activities that drained sweat and energy. After our activities were completed, Aqilla immediately fell asleep due to her exhaustion. Understandably, this afternoon there was a ngunduh mantu event held at Mother's house, so it was natural that he was exhausted. I feel the same way too. So, after tightening my body to be more attached to it, I fell asleep afterwards.

Then I knew I felt a soft pat on my shoulder. I was forced to open my eyes, looking at Aqilla with a confused expression.

"Why? I just went to bed" I complained a little irritated because my sleep was disturbed.

"Take this off!" Aqilla clasped my arm which was now hugging her, "it's already in this dawn time, we have to take a mandatory bath as well. If we don't wake up now, it could be too late for the sub," he grumbled later.

I just smiled at her scolding, without letting go of my embrace. Even making me feel innocent even more tightened my embrace, making Aqilla cluck in annoyance. But I was satisfied in my heart.

"Take it off now or I kick your crotch ya, Mas," Aqilla threatened ferociously.

I laughed and took my body away from him. Aqilla clucked once more, then got off the bed casually, without trying to cover her body with anything, making me hold my breath reflexively.

Astagfirullah, here I am!

"Aqilla Khanza," I called with great difficulty restraining my emotions from gushing out.

Patience, Rey, patience!

Aqilla clucked back and turned around.

"WHAT?!"

"Mbokyo wear clothes first" I said.

"Ribetan. I'm gonna take it off in the bathroom."

With no sin and no cue, Aqilla breezed into the bathroom just like that, ignoring my reprimands and the expressions of my bellies. During the week of marriage to Aqilla, I only learned of her incredible magical behavior. What I do not need to describe one by one, for fear of being scolded by the author of incongruity who is waiting for his heart.

Ebuset, why was I brought Mamas Rey!!!

No papa, let's be a little famous lo, Thor. Once upon a time there was a single guy who also read my story with my beloved wife.

Mamas Rey. If someone is single too, what does it have to do?

Yeah, no papa. You have got the theme.

No need to generalize here, I also have a single theme, yes. Offhanded! Yes, continue!

Back to script yes gaesss!

Yuk, dead!

Mari!!

Yes, that's what I mean. Your fingers are ticking, woy. You're Typo Anakonda's. Why is it my fault.

I'm not guilty, though.

Well, your confusion makes this absurd dialogue, Thor. Let what already.

Let it look long script.

"Rey! A shower!"

Noh, called bini.

Iye, B again.

Aqilla came straight to me while handing me my kimono towel which was exactly the same as hers. With a face, I immediately accepted it.

"Thank you, baby," my flirty twinkle.

Singles, don't be envious. Including lo, yes, Thor!

It's up to you, Mamas Rey, bodo. I made you die, mampus.

Mampus, the author again sensi.

Aqilla nodded then was busy drying her hair. While I went straight into the bathroom, after wearing the kimono towel given by Aqilla earlier. It only took me five minutes, I had already finished my bathing ritual. I then went straight out and found a cocoa shirt and a sarong that Aqilla had prepared on the edge of the bed, while Aqilla was busy wearing her face, until she didn't realize I was out.

"Buruan, put on the shirt. It's 5 o'clock."

Oh, I was wrong. I thought he didn't realize when I came out of the bathroom. Without wasting any time, I immediately rushed to grab a cocoa shirt and immediately put it on. Once ready, we immediately perform the morning prayer service in congregation.

Duh, it feels good, yes. I feel sorry, why we were not met before. If only we were met from the past, we certainly now have funny children losing their children Maak Silfi and Mas Arifin.

"What will you eat for breakfast?" aqilla asked suddenly, successfully breaking my daydream. I then turned to Aqilla who was folding her face.

I changed my position to sit cross-legged. "What's it, huh?"

"What is good, what is important is not that I cook," replied Aqilla cuek, shrugging her shoulders indifferently.

Buset, this is my wife's real intention is not nawarinnya?

"But I want you to cook," my whine deliberately used a spoiled tone.

"The hope of a million people?" tawang Aqilla made me frown.

What the hell is that. New denger loh.

"What kind of shit?"

"Fried rice, Rey, uh," Aqilla replied, "Mas, I mean," she later said.

I smiled anxiously at him, Aqilla still likes to forget to slip the word Mas in front of my name. Honestly, I don't mind, he just wants to call my name or some other nickname. It doesn't matter at all what to call it, but since my mother-in-law told him to, so Aqilla can only obey. Although at first he was a little reluctant and unwilling, but, finally, he began to get used to it. But again, I like to forget.

I nodded as a sign of response. Aqilla nodded and stood up.

"Well, what extra do you want?"

"What, what is important is halal and makes you full" I said, preparing to lie down again.

"Why are you?" ask Aqilla wonder.

"Sleep."

"Have a son! Help me out outside."

I scowled unwillingly. "Congratulations, darling. Tired too. There will be a exchange, too."

"You can't do that. There wake! I'm going down to help Mother. You if for example do not help, yes papa, but at least you go down. Not good, ah, if you sleep well, others at work. Go on hunting, get up!"

Without a spoiled sweetness, Aqilla immediately pulled my hand to wake up. Buset, the power can also turn out. If I take a strong round, this is mah.

"Think of disgust for sure" chirped Aqilla, who managed to break my daydream.

I grimaced then hugged her waist. "What a beautiful wife this is."

"Udah, freelance! I'm going to cook."

In an involuntary gesture, I took off my embrace and let her out of the room. Shortly after, Aqilla returned.

"Can't sleep. Jump down, later in the afternoon we go home to your apartment," he said then just leave the room.

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At the same time, we actually went straight back to the apartment, after Mother's house already looked a little cleaner. Clean of tents and guest chairs. At first, I wanted to take her home in the afternoon because my wife looks so exhausted. Fatigue because of yesterday's event, help Mother, and serve me of course. But Aqilla refused with a cliche alesan, not tasty with in-laws. But look now, as soon as he entered the apartment he immediately threw his body on the long sofa, his face looks tired, making me really not bear to see it.

"I feel so bad," he complained with both eyes closed. "May I ask you a favor, Mommy?" he continued to shout a little because I was in the kitchen to put some of the food we were carrying.

"I'm tired, Mas," he murmured still with both eyes closed.

I smiled and stroked her hair. "Yes, I know, baby. Don't say it looks too. So what do you want to ask for help?"

"Please get out the food we brought earlier, and then you'll save it, okay?" He opened his eyes, looking at me with his glare. It makes me laugh automatically. Duh, so gaunty pengen nyium.

With a quick flash of lightning I kissed her lip without lipstick or whatever it was, no matter what it was called, I didn't care. Aqilla did not protest just smiling then tilting her body to embrace my stomach. Wow, the growth is not muruh-muh?

But, if this is how I move the food we brought earlier into the container? Does anyone know how? If there is, please let me know immediately, yes.

"Aqilla," call me slowly.

"Hmmm," Aqilla's response.

"Why do you want to marry me?"

Aqilla opened her eyelids and looked at me fiercely. "I'm sleepy, Mas, seriously you ask so, even though my eyes are only two and a half watts?"

I chuckled amusedly, then stroked his head. "I'm curious, baby."

"No idea," replied Aqilla's origin and again the answer was short.

"Don't know anyway?" my protest is a little upset.

Reasonable dong? I mean, I know very well the history of his love for Kenzo. His ex-girlfriend was. You could say their relationship ended because Aqilla was afraid to get married. The already pretty Kenzo is already desperate for marriage, while Aqilla looks reluctant to get married. This problem is what triggers the breakdown of their relationship. So naturally dong, if I really want to know the reason why he easily married me while with Kenzo used to not.

"Yes, I don't know, Mom. Everything went so far and I knew immediately the spirit you invited to marry. Even though you were joking."

"I've always been serious about you. There is no such thing as joking around," I said no.

Just yummy. Even at Risha's wedding I was serious, to register Mother to be her mother-in-law. Problems like this, I don't think can be messed with. Even though I knew at that time she was still a boyfriend. Call me crazy, but I don't care. He said love is crazy.

"But seriously, Mom. I was also confused why the same you I did not find any doubt when you married. Kan's weird. It was the same with Kenzo...."

The hanging answer from Aqilla made me both happy and annoyed. Glad that I won her heart, but upset that she's gouging at her ex. Uh, just a second, me first huh, who's gouging, why am I upset?

"You always have doubts" I said, continuing.

"Almost," Aqilla's correction made me faintly snort. Although a little unwilling, I finally nodded resignedly.

"Yes, you almost always hesitate to get married to Kenzo. You sure you don't know why?"

With innocence Aqilla shook her head.

This is serious no, the time of things like this the importance of not knowing.

"Because I'm more handsome?" my pancake while playing both my eyebrows up and down.

However, do you know what my wife's response was? Yep, Aqilla was blown away immediately. He even woke up from the fall and is now looking at me while shaking his head. Eh, this means I'm not that handsome?

"Nothing. What, obviously, Kenzo hangs everywhere, if you want," said Aqilla in his laughter.

After saying I'm not as handsome as her ex-boyfriend, can she be satisfied?

With an expression of frustration, I immediately looked at him in disbelief and shook my head dramatically. My ego as a man was instantly scratched, I did not accept, this cannot be allowed. Hello, which husband is willing to be eliminated is nothing compared to his former lover? There won't be. Obviously there won't be. Everyone will not be willing.

But with a sudden movement, Aqilla stuck her palm on my left cheek while smiling mischievously.

"Jealous?" god Aqilla purposely, even with her sinless face she still spit-four to play both of her eyebrows up and down. Makes my emotions more inflammatory.

"Kenzo may be a lot prettier than you, but that doesn't mean you're not handsome, baby. Even if Kenzo is more handsome, it won't do anything to me, or to our relationship. Because I love you and I love you, and Kenzo loves Raisa. Okay? You don't have to be jealous of her fondness, because you have a charismatic personality that makes me fall in love constantly every day."

I desperately held myself back from smiling. Although I can't deny my heart warmed up and I was very happy to hear his exposition. But still, I still feel a bit cranky with the sentence earlier. It's good, my time is nothing compared to her ex-boyfriend.

"Riggers?"

"Obviously" I replied without hesitation.

"Relatedly? Means rations tonight's holiday dong?"

I immediately looked at him seriously while glaring sharply, only then shook my head in disapproval. "Now dong. Not a red date yet. If most of the holidays will be junior Reynand not so-so," I complained to make Aqilla laugh. His face did not look sleepy anymore.

"Yes, take a shower. This is a plus-plus massage?" blink before standing in the kitchen. It made me straight up and just a head bobble saw him roll his long hair.

I shook my head in disagreement, then followed behind him.

"I helped you first, we took a bath together" I said, winking flirtatiously.

Aqilla snorted and then shook her head. "Yes, I took a shower, you're doing this."

Loh, kok?

"Why is he dumb?" satir Aqilla while crossing both her hands in front of her chest, both her eyes were glaring at me flatly. It made me grimace and finally had to choose to take a shower.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. I took a shower" I said.

Aqilla shook her head and began to be busy pouring the food we brought from Mother's house, her lips did not stop grumbling, "People were told to take a bath because it was difficult to ask for forgiveness. You're so hard, how's your son gonna be?"

"Yes, yes, I took a shower, which. Don't sing!" I said judes, then left the kitchen. I could hear faintly the crisp laughter from Aqilla afterwards. Made me follow along grumbling afterwards.

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"Would you eat first?" bargain Aqilla when I get out of the bathroom.

I shook my head while rubbing my hair using a towel and sat on the sofa. Aqilla just came out of the kitchen, about to enter our room.

"Let's take a shower, go!"

Aqilla nodded in agreement, then went inside the room. Whereas I chose to grab the remote and turn on the television, so as not to get bored waiting for Aqilla to take a shower. Know for yourself, women if they have entered the bathroom, it feels like they do not want to go out again, so at home. Long time ago, wonder, what the hell are they doing?

It took almost twenty minutes, finally Aqilla came out of the room. Her clothes have now changed pajamas, her hair is now tied carelessly, I am not a pony anymore.

"I'm ready to eat it now?" tawar Aqilla's.

"Later on, I'm still full. Sit down first!" I said, patting the empty sofa.

Aqilla nodded then sat down next to me. He then immediately leaned his head on my shoulder, then in a swift motion, I grabbed his shoulder.

"Raclut? Want some plus-pluses now?"

With a sudden motion, Aqilla lifted her head from my shoulders. Staring at me sharply while accompanied by angry whispers and sharp pelotototan.

"I was just kidding, Mas, don't take you seriously too dong."

"So seriously, no papa. We are halal" I said, glancing ignorantly.

Aqilla snorted once more, then suddenly, she shifted her body, away from me.

"Well, what the hell is that?" my protests don't like.

"You're already weird. I'm males."

Astagfirullah! Husband himself is called ganjen?

**Tbc,

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