Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 28
Two days spent in Paris, Wira took Naina around enjoying the beautiful and romantic city of Paris. Since this is Naina's first trip through Europe, there are many places they can't miss. From visiting the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre Museum, to seeing the majestic Arc de Triomphe known as the triumphal arch, a most famous monument that became the backdrop of the urban ensemble of Paris.
In addition, Wira also brought Naina to the octagon-shaped Paris city square, Place De La Concorde and past the Notre Dame Church, a masterpiece of architectural art built in 1160.
A couple really enjoys time together. Never once the hand grip and waist twists both come off. Smiles never disappear from the handsome and beautiful faces of Wira and Naina. The man completely forgot his burden, leaving everything in Indonesia and the woman thoroughly enjoyed their romantic journey.
On the third day, Wira took Naina to enjoy the beauty of the city of Paris from the boat Seine Cruise after noon satisfied shopping at Galaries Lafayette, the largest shopping center in the city of Paris. There are many bought by Naina, until Wira bobbing heads, asked to bring dozens of shopping bags.
“Nai, you like?” asked Wira, shortly after setting foot on the Seine Cruise.
To put it with a warm smile is so soothing. The hero forgot himself, kissed his wife's lips slowly in the crowd. It was nice to see Naina's simple smile. The same smile, at their first meeting.
“Let's come back again, with the kids,” said Wira spontaneously. There are many hopes, this honeymoon will bring the seeds home in Naina's womb. Like their previous journey, though it should eventually end in miscarriage.
An entanglement in the burly waist of the Hero signifies approval. There is a lot of love Naina can not express through words, but since five years ago, she has given all her heart to the men who became the nahkoda of their household all this time.
Two days in Paris, the next day Wira took his wife to Belgium and the Netherlands. Enjoy Brussels and Amsterdam. It is not in vain to apply for a schengen visa. They can explore many countries in Western Europe.
From the Netherlands, both went to Germany and Switzerland. Overnight in Frankfrutt the next day travel to Zurich.
In one of these hotels in Germany, Naina met an Indonesian who had long lived in Austria. Accidentally dropping her purse while enjoying dinner at a restaurant, Naina ends up meeting a kind-hearted handsome man.
“Sorry, Miss dropped the wallet there.” The handsome man who looked mature at his age was pointing towards the table that Naina was at.
Of course Naina was surprised. The woman who was standing waiting for her husband immediately recognized that the object being presented by the man was his.
“Thanks.” Short, clear and without meaning. Naina did not give any more taste or attention.
“Sorry, I had time to open the wallet and look for the identity of Miss. And recognize Miss from the photo tucked inside. Lucky, the owner has not gone too far,” said Pieter, smiling. Throwing temptation from the pitch-pervading blue glasses.
“I am also from Indonesia. Introduce, I'm Pieter.” The man thrust out his hand, showing off a row of white teeth.
Naina, of course, could only respond to the potluck. The goal is to stand here, because suddenly Wira asks permission to go to the toilet before returning to the hotel. The woman noticed Pieter's hand hanging in the air. After long watching the man in a neat suit and netra framed glasses, Naina greeted the helping hand hesitantly.
“Naina Pelangie.” Naina introduced herself.
“She's beautiful once,” Inner Pieter.
“Oh, a name as beautiful as the person.” Pieter launched a compliment. Casanova's habit, conquering the girls at the first meeting.
“Wait a minute,” said Pieter. He took off his hand which still held Naina's hand. The man asked for a pen and a piece of paper at a restaurant waiter in German. Scratch a row of numbers with confidence.
“This is my phone number, Angel can call me anytime,” said Pieter, handing over the paper he just wrote. Shamelessly, calling as good as her heart and smiling sweetly teased.
Pieter still had time to wave at the silent woman pecking on the spot with a small piece of paper in hand.
“This what?” ask the hero again.
“Nothing, Mas.” Naina squeezes the paper with the phone number and throws it in the trash. It did not give any impression to the man who had just teased her in such an elegant manner.
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From Switzerland, the couple traveled to Milan, Italy. In the fashion center of the world, Naina again shopping branded goods that are partly customer orders.
The woman never once passed the opportunity to print money in the middle of their vacation. Although the results are still fairly harassment compared to the business of Wira, but there is a satisfaction when it can make money from his own hands. Especially for him who is only a High School graduate, being like this is already an extraordinary achievement.
"Mas, my leg hurts?" naina complains, when both of them are already in the hotel room. All day shopping without any satisfaction, Naina just complained when night arrived.
From the large windows of their rooms, the city of Milan looks bright at night. Warm and romantic matched with yellowed room lights.
The woman had just come out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel as her wife whined in pain, massaging the tips of her toes.
"Mas thought Nai was never tired. Hours around the shops for ...." Wira pointed to the shopping bag that was still lying resigned in the corner of the room.
“Mas, it's Nai's job. Not spending money!” naina protested, with her powerful voice so tempting.
“Where is sick? Mas alone massaged it.” The man had positioned himself near Naina's feet, his fingers were already acting like a professional masseuse.
The massage at the end of the foot that is getting longer is rising upwards without permission. Especially when the massage turns into a swab that gives a bubbling effect. Making Naina who grimaced at the beginning so sigh in the end. Bathrobe that covers the body smooth, barked already on the floor of the room.
Don't ask where the towel that once wrapped around the waist of the Hero. No one remembers it.
The two had already shared a breath within the unification of the hot lips. Everything feels beautiful, when that beautiful union stands on a legitimate bond.
Naina gently squeezes every skin of the body of the Hero that gives her the pleasure of the world. Likewise, Wira, the man was enjoying the paradise of the world through every inch of his wife's beautiful body.
Completely honeymoon. Those seconds where his brain was both unencumbered with life problems. Both Wira and Naina melded and fused in the pleasure of passion and passion.
Naina's tiny lips had just sighed calling out the name of the Hero, and the masculine voice mixed in groans only calling out Naina's name.
And when that love mix of desire arrives at the top, the slow reverberating love speech accompanies the perfect climax.
“Nai, may there be our baby again in here,” whispered Wira, rubbing his wife's flat stomach. The man's breathing went up and down, showing how tired he was. He really tried to give his best to his wife, tonight.
“Mas loves you, Nai. Very.”
Naina nodded in her breath that was still wheezing. The warm smile seemed to answer, how much his love for Wira is limitless.
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