Lightly Longing

Wedding List

"Aw, uh!" I immediately rose to the bathroom, lazy to answer Mr. Arbi. There was a voice that laughed crisply, while I glared shut the door with a slight slam.

"Sir Ananta" said Aisyah as I was lip-splitting. I tried as much as I could to change the look on my face.

"Eh, Ayesha."

"What do you want?"

"You go to the bathroom" I answered casually and I saw in his hands full carrying some dishes in a tray.

"Do you want me to help you, huh?"

"No need, brother. In Bang Arbi's room there's a bathroom, brother."

"Ah, yes. Forgot, Shah," I was the one who hid her brother's mischievous attitude. I'm so tense and excuse me to go back into the room.

"Yes, if that's what I'm going to get in first huh, shah."

"Yes, Brother. Don't forget, a letter from me was read, yes. You see, I saw that there was already a sign" he whispered, which made me stare in disbelief. Apparently, blood is thicker than water. The proof is, both are the same. The huft!

I turned the door knob, stepped in. Mr. Arbi was standing folding his hands in front of his chest.

"Why come back again?"

I raised the corner of the lips, then put down the original hijab. Mr. Arbi stepped closer after being satisfied with a laugh.

"Don't come near!"

"Emang why?" Mr. Arbi kept walking until I was cornered on the wall. I dyed, but Mr. Arbi locked me with a sharp and deadly gaze.

"Review, sir."

"Let's say, sir again," his god with wild and mischievous eyes. As he got closer, I pushed his body with all my might. Mr. Arbi just gripped my shoulder strongly, kissing the savage trunk of my neck.

I wriggled fretfully, the struggle in bed back we did. Ah, that's right. Whenever there is an opportunity, Mr. Arbi always does it again and again.

We told her from heart to heart on the bed. I put my head on the chest of his bare field.

"Sir, you're kiyai's son, but why not be so devout with religion."

"Not disobedient, you're the one who doesn't see me always prioritizing worship. The proof, we just did worship."

"Ck! Seriously!"

"Honey, not all kiyai children, ustadz, and other religious leaders are as good as they should be. Many examples, the child of an ustadz actually committed zina and even became pregnant out of wedlock. Sometimes, scholars or ustadz-ustadz who lecture out there are not necessarily able to lecture and teach their children about kindness. If true, they teach their children, not necessarily their children accept what their parents teach."

"Yes, but the fruit fell not far from the tree. You should be, dong!"

"Yes, yuk now make the fruit," he said again who slowly overstretched my body.

"Argh, Mr. Arbi!" rintihku.

When dinner arrived, we were asked to leave by Aisyah. I am also still curious about Aisyah's letter yesterday.

"Sir," called me who made Mr. Arbi swerve and step closer to me. He brushed my hair slowly.

"Darling, how many times do I have to say. Call me Mas, yeah."

"I'm awkward, sir."

"Look inside it's not awkward!"

"Ish, what the hell! Not far from anu," said I who hit his shoulder slowly.

"Mas, just from this moment on call Mas. If you say it wrong, you know the punishment" he said, poking the tip of my nose.

Mr. Arbi got up to the bathroom, I tailed and immediately hugged his athletic body from behind.

"Tumbens?" he said he looked to the side.

"Can't you?"

"By, dong." Mr. Arbi turned around and aligned himself with me. Smacked my lips at a glance.

"Yeah, take a shower."

"You go first."

"Sir Arbi...!" I screamed with a ticklish laugh. We went back to doing the mix in the bath up. Drown our bodies without a thread.

When we finished, we were still putting ourselves in our room. I sat in a small chair in front of the mirror. Mr. Arbi gently brushed my shoulder and then kissed the cheek at a glance.

"Ta, what if you wear a headscarf?"

"Yes, it's okay, anyway."

"Certainly? You want?"

"Emh, don't look like it. I'm afraid it doesn't fit."

"Okay, I'm waiting for you to be ready, yes," he said, kissing my temple. Mr. Arbi stepped towards the exit door, I tilted to make sure he left.

"Mass? It's weird, isn't it?" I mumbled while brushing my hair slowly. "I think I'm starting to be sure about this marriage. Should I hand over the documents to legalize our relationship legally, just."

I came out of the room with wet hair, without wearing a hijab. All eyes are on me. Some people seem to whisper, making me uncomfortable.

I walked to find Mr. Arbi who knew where he was. I dyed.

"Hayo, find who, brother?" Aisha was suddenly beside me. I jumped in shock. "Bang Arbi, huh?" it was the one that made me nod.

"Again in front of me."

"Oh."

"You want Aisha to call you?"

"Emh, no need. Then call yourself."

"Sister," said Aisyah who approached my earlobe. "Dracula still likes to bite?" Aisyah laughed crisply and ran a little leaving me alone.

I suddenly covered the neck of Mr. Arbi's bite mark yesterday. Damn, why there are still remnants of yesterday's pleasure.

I hurriedly walked to the room. Tengsin, shame, all become one. My shoulder was patted gently from behind.

"Ta, let's go again, shall we?"

"Not content."

Mr. Arbi was seen scratching his head. I passed to the room leaving Mr. Arbi in the living room alone. His steps were heard following my movements.

"Said Ayesha, you were looking for me. What's up?"

"Emh. How did it start, yes," I said confused and agitated.

"Begin from above first, keep unbuttoning your shirt slowly," he said who unbuttoned my shirt. I slapped his hand slowly.

"Hehe."

"Em, how about we take care of our marriage certificate?"

"I've taken care of it!"

"What?!" I was shocked to hear his words. Mr. Arbi looks relaxed and grinning sitting on the edge of the bed.

"When?"

"Eight hours after we've got it."

"You mean, the morning??"

"Yes, honey."

"Cok you didn't say?"

"sorry. I became selfish after enjoying the first night with you. I don't want you to rethink our marriage. Also, I don't want you to just be Siri's wife, me."

"Yes, but you should ask me first. Why did you make a unilateral decision, anyway!"

I looked back at him, staring out the window. Lazy to see Mr. Arbi, what he did was not wrong. It was a good thing, but it was too soon to register our marriage.

"Darling, sorry, yes" he said, taking my finger and kissing the back of my hand gently. "I'm so sure your heart has my name. Until I forget, if starting a relationship should be the agreement of both parties. Sorry, yes. "

I was so wrong, one side he did the right thing. One more side, it refused to do that. Ah, I don't know. I don't understand my own heart.