Lightly Longing

I'm the one who opens, yeah!

I looked at him without blinking. Mr. Arbi just commented a smile. "Look at the camera, Ta," he said again whose hands had hugged my waist.

"Okay, the pose is good. I'm a photo, yeah."

Good what? I clearly only saw the man who was now my husband. The plontos-headed photographer showed us his shots.

"Look, it's really good, right?" he said it again that made me turn my eyes towards his camera.

That's like a candid photo. Only Mr. Arbi is camera conscious. Mr. Arbi brought my waist back to him, one of my hands was asked to hold his shoulder. We looked at each other. That was the direction of the photographer.

"Ta, can't wait to try you?" he said he had naughty eyes. I pinched his broad shoulders and tightened my teeth.

"Alright if you dare" I said with clashing teeth.

"I'm your legal husband, Ta."

"You're still on trial" I continued, now facing forward after the photo session. Mr. Arbi chuckled for a moment.

"You eat first, yeah. That's Mama ready for food for you. Mr. Agus, you too, enjoy the dishes" said Mr. Arbi's mother who just a few minutes ago became my in-law.

"Come, Ta." Mr. Arbi clasped my finger, he led me to the buffet table where various side dishes were served.

Mr. Arbi ate for me even though I was next to him. I understand this attitude so well. At the beginning of the marriage must be pampered, after a year or two, the gelagatnya will be clearly visible.

We sat down to join the others. I'm a little hard to sit on because the kebaya skirt is a little narrow. Mr. Arbi helped me to land my butt freely.

The ranting of the people present made the atmosphere become crowded. Whether it was praise, ridicule and temptation they threw for both of us. However, it is still a positive word.

I only responded with a smile, because I didn't know the nature of the people here. The photographer was also somehow suddenly present at our wedding.

"You're going to the room, Ta?"

"Well, whoa. Apparently, the bride was impatient, yes. Wanted to quickly enter the room, "said one of the middle-aged men who made everyone laugh.

I pinched Mr. Arbi's waist slowly at the back. "Sorry, Ta" he whispered, still smiling on his face.

"Biarin, Mr. Mahmud. Let us quickly have a grandchild" my mother-in-law said.

"You rest, just go there. You must be tired." Ustadz Samad told us to leave everyone behind. My mind is floating. I knew very well what was going to happen in the room that was just the two of us.

Not to mention, it's the first night for me and Mr. Arbi. Ah, oh my God. Why so fast? Honestly, I'm not ready to do that anymore. I haven't done it in a long time.

Last time with Tama. I never gave this body again to Satria. Every time I would do it, I remembered my guilt for him. It kept on controlling my brain.

"Come, Ta," asked Mr. Arbi who stood up first. He asked both of my hands to help me get up slowly.

"Is this okay?" I asked to confirm it to Mr. Arbi.

"It's okay, Ta. Father told me to. It's okay, isn't it, Dad?"

"Go, Bi. You must be tired, travel here far enough."

"Excuse me, Mom, Kiyai, everyone."

"Sister!" call Aisyah to come closer to me. He gave me something in my hand. A piece of paper contains nothing. Mr. Arbi frowned looking at his sister. "Sister, don't forget to read, yes" he whispered.

"This is what, Shah?"

"What love is it with you?"

"I don't know, just a piece of paper. Don't know what it is." We walked to Mr. Arbi's room, I a little tote the kebaya skirt earlier so it was free to step.

Arriving at the room, Mr. Arbi immediately released his long-sleeved white shirt. I covered my face with both hands, ashamed to see it.

Mr. Arbi held my wrist, he lowered the hand that covered the face. Netra we met and dived each other.

"You're beautiful, Ta." I lowered my gaze. He was still wearing a deep t-shirt that revealed his body shape.

"I don't do it if you haven't allowed it, Ta. Even though it's my first night."

I raised my face and looked at him who was still curling a smile. A happy hue continued to radiate on his handsome face.

"Am I innocent if we don't?"

"If I ask and you don't give it, it will be a sin. And, if I force you, I'm guilty of this."

"So?"

"I haven't asked you for my rights, have I, Ta?" Mr. Arbi gently brushed my cheek. "Don't feel burdened, Ta."

"Continue now what should we do?"

Mr. Arbi seemed to close his lips, seen he was thinking hard. To be honest, I don't know his personality. Indeed, for several months close to him, he was kind to me. Sometimes it is disrespectful.

I stole a kiss on my lips a few times. If I remember, I feel annoyed with him. Today, he became my husband. I don't know where the wheel of life is turning.

"We can tell you all night, Ta. Hugging, and getting to know each other better. How do you think?"

"Ehm .. But, I'm not sure, am I? If we're just talking in hugs all night long," I said dismissively, slowly opening the necklace around my neck.

"Here I help, Ta." Mr. Arbi held his hand like he was going to hug me, his fingers felt moving open the gold chain hook.

His heart was heard in my ear. So do I. Blood flow rapidly rises to the brain. My chest goes up and down like a roller coster.

Both of my hands quickly hugged her. Mr. Arbi was silent, making me feel tense. Immediately I removed my hand from her waist and turned around to back her.

Mr. Arbi wrapped his veined hand around my waist. I rubbed gently and enjoyed the touch on my belly which was still wrapped in kebaya.

"You want to, Ta?"

"Huh? I-I open the headscarf first, yes," said I who was half-dead. Although not the first, but it managed to make me nervous not overbearing.

"Let me open it, Ta."

"What?" Mr. Arbi slowly removed the pentol needle attached to the top side of the head. Then down at the bottom of the chin, the headscarf was already detached from me.

He rubbed my head, landing a soft kiss there. I took one step back, avoiding him from hearing my already-unfortunate heartbeat.

Mr. Arbi's fingers touched my cheeks, sweeping his lips with his thumb. Gently kissing my lips, instantly like there was a pungent flow of electricity in my body. The paper that Aisyah had given him just came off.

The kiss grew more savage and we fell in desire. Mr. Arbi slowly brought my body to bed.