Love With Candidates

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Alya and Satria have arrived home. Mother seems to have waited anxiously.

"Goddessa, Satria. You guys can not tell mother if you go home late," said mother Aisyah.

Alya had lowered her head in guilt, but Satria laughed out loud. "Mother is not understanding. We're newlyweds, Bun. You can guess where we are, we go."

"I mean mother, tell the people of the house of Satria" said Mother again with an annoyed face.

"Iya Satria apologizes. Forgot mother." Satria kissed her round cheeks and then took the woman who had the height of only her child's shoulder.

"Alya also apologizes Mother," Alya kissed her in-laws' hands.

"Are you okay, son?" because Satria is a habit so, so mother omelin, you do not follow her like yes, mother really panicked earlier," the half-century old woman embraced Alya very tightly.

Kinan who saw Alya always got a warm hug from his mother heated up, he never once embraced by a sincere mother like the time with Alya.

Kinan arranged the food a little harshly to vent his emotions.

"Satria you took your wife's bath and then we waited at the dinner table, the family has been waiting for you since."

Satria pulled Alya's hand. Alya immediately followed Satria and followed behind her.

"Ahh, Mas, don't hurry the road."

"Why? you sprained!" Satria immediately checked Alya's feet.

"not yet. But my feet pegel Mas." Alya if this is tired like this looks spoiled and cute.

"I'm carrying ya," Satria bargained.

"Well ladder?" Alya. That was her husband.

"Not believing." Satria immediately moved her bag that was on her back to her chest.

He was already crouching ready to hold Alya.

"Mas, I'm ashamed to be seen at home." Alya was forced to turn to his mother and people who happened to be able to see his existence, including Aditya who was taking a drink.

"Why embarrassed? Come on, Alya."

Alya did not want to make Satria wait for long, she finally complied in the carrying by Satria on the back.

Aisyah and Damar who saw her could only smile.

"I don't think Bun, Satria could really fall in love with Alya."

"Why not to think. They seem to be very compatible. Satria can definitely make Alya fall in love again."

Kinan lost his appetite to see Mother Aisyah continue to judge Alya the best.

While Aditya who had just seen Alya and Satria on the street was so messy, Back hurt to see Satria holding Alya up the stairs which created a laugh both broke.

Aditya is disappointed with Alya who easily falls in love. He shouldn't have hurt his heart that deep. Could he not need to show off the affection in front of him.

"Mas, let me go, we've arrived."

Alya asked Satria to lower her doorstep.

Satria never let down, she managed to open the door with one leg, Alya is not unusual to lock the room because later there is an assistant who will clean the room.

Satria laid Alya on the bed, saw his wife's body stretched so resigned, Satria immediately took off her bag and again leaned over his wife.

They look at each other and smile on their lips.

"Mas, I take a shower first" Alya said with a quivering voice.

It seems like Alya today is nervous heavily being within this close distance of Satria. The heart starts to beat hard to control.

Satria did not heed Alya's words, Satria was already impatiently buried her lips on Alya's lips which had long teased her.

"Mas, I take a shower first."Alya pushes Satria's burly body, Alya does not want to do her first kiss with no confidence, because she took her last bath already this morning.

Alya took the folded towel back neatly and brought it into the bathroom.

Alya got into the bath, today she wants to shower as clean as possible. Somehow Alya really wants to make Satria like what is on her.

Is Alya starting to be aggressive?" you could say yes, but to your husband, there is nothing wrong.

While Satria also took a bath in the next room which only had a shower and bathtub. Between the bathrooms are separated by thick glass, if you want to peek only an indistinct shadow is visible.

Alya finished the bath first, she was currently starting to dry her wet hair.His body was only covered by a kimono towel.

The aroma of soap and special shampoo used by Alya emits a scent that smells out to fill the room.

Satria immediately came out of the bathroom.His nose immediately sniffed the fragrant aroma coming from Alya's body.

Netra Satria was immediately fixed on a beautiful woman wearing a pink towel with a rope tied around her waist, which made the indentation of the Spanish guitar more clear.

The woman who was now sitting with her long black hair that exceeded her back smiled.

Satria was stunned to see Alya who was very beautiful and fragrant, not to mention that smile.

"Mas, you're done taking the bath." Alya was surprised Satria took a bath faster than usual, because while bathing Satria could spend up to half an hour more.

Alya saw Satria's shadow through the glass of the dressing table right in front of her.

"Alya," Satria was only dumbfounded to see his wife so beautiful.

"Mas, what's wrong with you? I asked you?"

"No, you are beautiful tonight."

"I'm beautiful today just for you."

Alya could not believe that he could say that, if anyone heard, he would not fail until the afterlife.

"Alya really?" Satria repeatedly swallowed the salivary rough until the jakunnya up and down.

Alya nodded, then she stood up and sat down at the dressing table, without daring to pose defiantly yet to Satria Alya tonight like a Goddess.

Satria approached, from a distance of about two meters now only half.

"Alya, you are so beautiful" praised Satria.

"Secretly you're good at fighting too." Alya pinched the small black circle on Satria's chest.

"Auhh, Alya's sick." Satria grimacing.

"Let you be naughty" Alya replied.

Satria became more anxious, Satria now approached Alya closer, so there was no distance separating the two of them.

Satria stroked the red lips that looked ripe with her thumb. Alya really enjoyed the touch of Alya's fingers.

The quiet state of the second floor makes the romantic atmosphere not disturbed by any sound.

Satria and Alya are both swept away in a feeling called love.

"Satria, do you really love me now?" alya said like a whisper.His face looked up at Satria who was looking at him with admiration. His breathing grew warmer and warmer over Satria's neck.

The same thing happened to Satria. The man sensed something different, Alya as if turning on the green light for Satria to do whatever she wanted.

Alya is currently like a barren field that needs a speck of oasis in order to survive, if Satria does not help him he can die.

"Satria," My gaze fell on Satria, Alya wrapped her hand around Satria's neck and pulled her husband's head closer.

Satria berahan moving her fingers, stroking Alya's straight hair and then pulling her chin. Alya's face looked up right in front of Satria's nose.

Alya closed her eyes and opened her lips.

The two people who were drunk with romance were both closed their eyes, Satria approached Alya's lips that were slightly open, they were ready to fight to give each other trust.