LOVE NARA

2.37. ENJOYING THE NIGHT

"Sister, here's your towel and change of clothes."

Rizka began to learn to carry out her duties as a wife, from small and simple things first.

Indra did not want to burden his wife with new rules after they married. He frees Rizka to adapt to their new status slowly.

"Thank you, Brother."

Indra smilingly accepted it and rubbed his wife's head affectionately, then stepped into the bathroom.

Rizka blushed in embarrassment considering her husband's extremely gentle and patient treatment to her. She promises to be a good wife and obedient to the priest of her life now.

While waiting for Indra who was bathing, the young woman tidied up the pile of clothes belonging to her husband that looked messy.

Previously, he had put all his clothes into a wardrobe that only a few days ago bought Indra for him, because the closet owned by Indra was too full.

Indra brings Rizka to live in her parents' house. My mother and father asked them to stay with them.

Ten minutes later Indra came out of the bathroom with a fresh look and put on home clothes.

Unknowingly, Rizka's face began to blush when she saw her husband only wearing shorts and T-shirts. Her wet and ruffled hair makes Rizka more fascinated than usual.

Very different from what he had seen so far, which every time they met, Indra was always dressed neatly and fully.

"You why? How embarrassed like that?"

Indra approached his wife who began to misbehave with a reddened face. Rizka lowered her head and shook her head.

"Is it because of my clothes?"

Secretly Rizka stole a glance towards her husband's body that looks open and what it is.

Not much different from Indra, Rizka also wore simple home clothes but still look stunning in the eyes of her husband.

"You'll see me like this every day. Get used to it from now on."

Rizka nodded without daring to raise her face that was still scattering red.

Seeing his wife's adorable attitude, Indra couldn't bear to not tease her first.

"Sir, may I not call you by another name?"

The bait succeeded in making Rizka lift her face and look at the man who had become her husband.

"What's the matter, brother?" asked Rizka innocently.

"We have become husband and wife. I want a more cordial call" Indra replied calmly.

Again his wife blushed to hear his words and asked again.

"What ...?"

"Honey. I'd like to call you sweetheart. Can you?"

Shamefully Rizka nodded back and smiled. This time she ventured to look at her husband who was also looking at her lovingly.

Indra had already grasped both of his wife's hands and locked their eyes.

"I love you, baby."

Then he kissed Rizka's forehead gently, making the young woman close her eyes just like that, permeating the kiss from Indra that was able to shake her heart so great.

When he finished his kiss, the two hands of the man had moved to hug Rizka's waist who looked surprised and held her breath for a moment.

"Nr ...."

The sound of his wife's voice makes Indra more close the embrace with both hands Rizka who has touched his chest to give distance between their upper body.

Rizka gulped nervously and her body began to warm up and stiffen.

Their eyes clashed again accompanied by pounding on their chests that clashed increasingly hard.

"Darling ...."

In the next second after uttering that cordial call, Indra began to fuse their lips in a slow and soulful motion.

After their first kiss just happened in the car that cold morning, now they do it again with a feeling that has been both loose and carefree.

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"Where's the dragon, honey?"

Yoga had just walked into the room, after meeting Beno in the living room. He asked the assistant to report on the preparation of the lunch in their office tomorrow, which will be attended by some of his new business colleagues and colleagues at Raga Properland.

"Raga slept with Mbak Indah and Bibi Asih, Mas. It seems like he misses them a lot."

Nara put down the comb she had just worn to tidy up her hair. She turned around and was about to stand up from her dressing chair.

Just about to stand up, Yoga was already kneeling before him, with both hands tightly hugging his waist and head laid down on the lap of the wife.

"I miss you too."

The pair of sharp eyes of the man had turned into shade and wistful, then closed in the warm lap of Nara's two legs that were docked together.

Nara smiled as she fondly stroked her husband's head with an affectionate look.

"It's only been your two hours outside, too, Mas. Cook's been missed?"

Yoga opened his eyes but remained in his position and further tightened his embrace.

"These few days we are preoccupied with the preparation of the wedding of Indra and Rizka. There is no time to rest and be alone like this. That's why I miss you, dear."

"Now we're both, Mommy."

Nara's words made Yoga react quickly. Drawn his body straight back up then stood right in front of Nara who looked up at him.

"Stand."

Nara obeyed and stood face to face with her husband. Soon Yoga clutched his wife's body, not wanting to let go again.

"Let's get over this miss, sweetie."

Nara's face began to meet red decorated with a sweet smile that increasingly invited the husband to immediately end the longing that they had been quieting for several days.

As Yoga placed the opening kiss on her forehead, Nara wrapped her hands around her husband's waist until their bodies docked without a bulkhead.

"I want to have you tonight. I can't hold it anymore."

The raucous sound of Yoga signifies his desire that has crawled up. The rays of light in both its neutrals began to dim and change the flash of passion that was powerless to muffle.

"I miss you too, Mom. So missed."

Nara's greeting, which greeted her with a faint gaze, invited Yoga to do something that would lift their longing and replace it with the happiness they would embrace together tonight.

The two longing lips have met and clashed with tenderness. The movements are orderly and complementary, until gradually unstoppable again, the faster and more demanding.

A pair of Nara's hands crept up with a subtle touch along the front body of Yoga, and ended up draping it around the husband's sturdy neck.

Yoga lifted his wife's body and laid her on the bed, without the slightest hint of letting go of their deepening, wet kiss.

The romance in the hearts of the two has been splashed by the fire of passion that is burning and burning, boiling the desire to reach its peak immediately by doing the most beautiful union of love.

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