LOVE THE RECEPTIONIST

72. One Room

The wedding reception party was over, Monaliza only complied as she was carried by Dirga down the hotel hallway and stopped right in front of the door.

"We're staying here?" asked Monaliza ventured to look at the face of Dirga who had become her husband. The heartbreak that has struck him since the blessing of marriage in the church this afternoon is still felt until now, even more so.

"Yes, why?" ask Dirga flat.

"That's okay, sir, I think we're going to stay in a separate room" said Monaliza honestly, saying what was inside her head with a nervous feeling.

"I don't have the budget to open one more room" said Dirga, putting his left hand in his pocket looking for something. Monaliza was silent, she only noticed what Dirga was doing.

"Again, we are legally husband and wife, what is a separate room for?" dirga said again, he immediately opened the door with the entrance he had found in his pocket.

"Let's go in, it's late at night," asked Dirga when he saw Monaliza still standing staring at the open door.

"I-iya," Monaliza then followed behind Dirga carefully while raising her wedding dress up to half a foot in her row, so that the dress was not stepped on by her shoes.

"Agdhhh!" monaliza's strangulation was held back, when what she feared was still happening, as well, her left leg stumbled to the doormat in front of the door until her body collapsed and hit the back of Dirga who was walking in front of her.

A pair of hands Monaliza replex hugged Dirga's body in front of her very tightly, she did not want to take the risk until she fell on the floor with her heavy dress.

Dirga body fragrance immediately burst into his chest cavity, making Monaliza's heart beat faster, and faster, and accidentally his fingers pressed the boxes on Dirga's chest and stomach that felt hard and tight behind his wedding coat.

"What's going on?" Dirga who was stepping in immediately stopped his steps. He felt shocked when a pair of hands Monaliza suddenly coiled her stomach. Dirga held both of his wife's hands, and felt two chewy objects hit him and pressed his back intensely.

Hearing the voice of Dirga who asked her, realized Monaliza when she was hugging the man who had become her husband.

"I'm sorry sir, I accidentally stumbled over a doormat in front of that door and almost fell over" said Monaliza. He loosened his arms, trying to stand up straight to balance his body. He was worried, Dirga did not like their bodies touching each other, at this time he still thinks if his boss married him because he only wanted to be responsible for the baby he was carrying.

"Agdhh!" Monaliza's strangulation was heard again when she was unable to stand on both legs.

Dirga immediately turned around and swiftly caught Monaliza's body in her carriage, "it looks like your legs are sprained," Dirga said as she carried their bridal basket.

Monaliza who was shocked to get Dirga treatment on him a little thrashed, but she immediately fell silent when she saw the fixed gaze of her husband as if able to penetrate to her heart.

Dup! Dup! Dup!

"Whose feet hurt?" dirga asked, after he had just sat Monaliza's body by the bed, he crouched down and revealed a long dangantin dress covering both legs of Monaliza.

"My left ankle, agghh," said Monaliza, grimacing in pain as Dirga's hand touched her left ankle.

Dirga carefully removed a pair of high heels from Monaliza's feet. "Is this sick?" dirga asked, he pressed again slowly on Monaliza's left ankle while looking up at Monaliza's face response that showed pain when her hand pressed her.

"Yes it was very sick," Monaliza said.

"Prepare, I'll make your legs feel comfortable again," said Dirga, kneeling slowly and then starting to turn Monaliza's ankles left and right.

As usual, Monaliza simply complied, not much to argue with. His memory drifted back when he was in the hospital a few months ago, and at that time, Dirga was also the one who had taken a massage and confirmed his wrong leg veins. Could it be a coincidence that was just a coincidence, her inner self.

Praaff! Praaff! Praff!

Dirga started doing the action.

"Aggghhhh!" monaliza's cry was so tight that her tears could not come out without her being able to hold back, feeling an excruciating pain from the sudden movements made by Dirga on her left ankle, after the man massaged slowly and pressed his feet carefully.

"Now, movement of your left ankle," Dirga ordered, after making Monaliza shout loudly in pain. The woman returned without protest.

"How's it?" dirga asked, after seeing Monaliza's legs move freely again.

"It's magical, thank you," said Monaliza happy, her left ankle that feels tremendous pain, now she can move freely. Dirga only smiled lightly, a smile that he rarely showed to anyone other than those closest to him.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Monaliza and Dirga were both looking at the door.

"You can't walk alone for a while tonight. Just tell me what you want, I'll help you pick it up" Dirga reminded as she stood up from her squat and stepped towards the door to see who was visiting you this late night, coincides with the wedding night.

Seriate...👉