LOVE NARA

BONUS STORY 1: SAME TASTE

Bonus Story is not too long yes, but there will be many and ter- ter- ter- always!

Alya returned to the room after leaving Aura to Mbak Mia. He saw that Ardi had finished bathing and was changing the clothes he had prepared earlier.

There was a sense of wanting to help him, but his heart was hesitating. She was afraid of becoming nervous after dealing with her husband. However, he finally ventured to approach the man who was still bare-chested.

Without saying anything, Alya took over the shirt that Ardi was holding and started to help put it on her body. His gaze was only fixed on the button by button that he would hook on his hole with a very loud bang in the heart.

Ardi was stunned to see the attitude of his wife who suddenly dared to approach and help him without being asked. There was a rustling in his chest, moved to feel the attention of Alya who had just dared to do the first time.

"Thank you, dear." Ardi could not help himself. With her clothes still open at the front, she pulled Alya's waist and clenched tightly. Kissing the wife's forehead as soft as possible and then carrying the head that has not been wearing the hijab leaning on the chest.

"Thank you for trying to serve me well. I'm so happy, honey." Intentionally he continued to say the affectionate call that his wife liked, so that Alya felt more comfortable in his arms.

Alya closed her eyes tightly as she felt her face clinging to Ardi's front body, without any obstructions. His heart rate is getting faster.

There is a sense of wanting to avoid and withdraw, but Ardi actually holds it tighter. Finally he stepped up and tried to enjoy the situation.

Slowly the two hands, which were still at the side of the body, carried him around Ardi's body and locked him, as the man did to his body.

Ardi smiled and further tightened their embrace. This morning was beautiful and amazing. It was unexpected and did not want to end.

"Hurry to heal, dear. I miss my old Alya. Alya is cheerful and always spoiled to me." Ardi endured the heat and pain in his eyes. Withheld tears that have been pooled, do not want to ruin the happy moment this morning.

Unknowingly Alya nodded and also tightened her embrace. He wants to heal. She wants to be a real wife to Ardi. He wanted to devote his entire life and love only to the man who owned his heart.

A few moments later, they calmed down and behaved as they were. Alya let go of the hug and her hands began to hook the buttons of Ardi's shirt one by one from the bottom.

When the three kacing were related, Ardi suddenly stopped the movement of his wife's hand. Alya who was shocked instantly raised her face and looked at the husband who had been watching her nonstop.

"A-What's wrong?" alya asked nervously. Especially when Ardi brought his hand to touch the man's chest, which was still open and clearly visible curves and smooth fur.

Alya wanted to close her eyes as the gaze shifted following the touch of her palm. However, Ardi's words undo his intentions.

"Look and feel it. Please, don't be afraid of me, Al!" pinta Ardi with her husky voice that was hoarse because she had held back the cry a moment before.

Alya ventured to keep her eyes open and noticed that the part of Ardi's body that she had only just seen this time was completely.

The leaflet on his own chest felt began to change in rhythm, as his gaze began to dare to pay attention to the surrounding area. No longer because of fear, but slowly has changed with other waves that he has never felt.

Suddenly the woman felt ashamed. His face was red as his body warmed up. Alya began to feel her heartbeat rhythmically with the beat felt on her palm that touched Ardi's chest.

"Have you felt it?" ask Ardi who knows the change in the romance of his wife's face. The fear began to fade and change with something else.

Alya nodded without taking her eyes off the half-open body before her. As his hand began to move slowly, Ardi stretched his grip and let whatever the wife would do.

"I'm sorry, Di. I made you have to wait a long time. Even now I still dare not do it. Sorry ...," Alya regrets the guilt that continues to make her sad, because it has disappointed Ardi.

Don't want it to be. However, his past that makes the situation of the woman can not be like other wives, especially with their status as newly married brides.

"I also want to get well soon so that I can immediately fulfill my duties and obligations as your wife," continued Alya with a deeper and closer look.

Ardi smiled happily. At least, now Alya is more open and no longer save his own feelings. The woman began to dare to reveal everything that was in her heart.

Alya also never again rejects touch and all forms of attention from her. He always resigned and let Ardi do anything to him, although in his heart still feel the fear and trauma that never goes away.

"What do you feel now?" Ardi gently stroked the face that had always been his spirit now. A passion to give all the best for his family.

"Just like you," Alya replied honestly.

"What?"

Alya did not answer. His gaze lowered again, then his left hand held Ardi's right hand. Despite the hesitation, Alya ventured to bring her husband's hand to her chest, just like the position of her hand on Ardi's chest.

"This ...."

Their hand positions are the same. Feeling each other's loud thumping in the heart. The same taste. The same love. The same desire.

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