Love Wrong Target

Chapter 17 The wedding night

Namira and Rafka take the elevator to the top floor and walk down the hotel hallway, looking for a room they have prepared.

Unlike when in front of the people, now the couple walked alone without joining hands. Namira walks in front of Rafka while busy carrying the end of her long dress dangling, because if left alone will disturb her steps.

After searching, they finally found room number 222. Namira tapped the card lock on the sensor box near the doorknob. After the sensor light was green and made a special sound, he opened the room door slowly.

After the door opened wide, the couple saw a sight that made them widen their eyes. The presidential suite room they entered was decorated with beautiful flowers filling the room.

Large full-glass windows with views overlooking the hotel garden are accompanied by a balcony as a complement.

Not to forget the red and white roses scattered on a king-size bed in the corner of the room make the atmosphere more romantic.

If they are a couple who love each other, then an atmosphere like this will definitely make them flowery and even washed away in the beauty of love.

But unfortunately, that's not the case for Namira and Rafka. They are a couple who were forced to undergo this marriage because of circumstances. And no one knows their hearts at this moment.

Namira closes the door and starts exploring her room. He opened a large cupboard not far from the bed, and opened it.

Namira's eyeballs almost escaped from his petals, so surprised he saw the contents in the closet. A red-lit sexy lingerie hanging sweetly on the hanger of the shirt. Worse, the lingerie was the only shirt there.

Namira did not run out of sense, he started looking around in other parts of the big closet, but the results were nil. He found nothing there but the bastard's clothes.

How can a closet this big it contains only one shirt, it is also a shirt that is not worth wearing like that.

Ah. I know, this must be the work of mama. must be the mama who has planned all this.

Well.. What should I do now? where is the body already sultry, want to change spouts. but there are only clothes that lack the material so. yes I have to make that??

mamaa.. nyebelin really!!

Long enough Namira looked at the shirt, but did not find a solution either. She was confused about what to do. keep wearing a wedding dress that is super complicated with the risk of rage all night. Or replace her dress with lingerie in the closet but at the risk of enduring embarrassment in the presence of Rafka.

"why do you keep bengong there?" Rafka opened his voice to see Namira who had just stood in the same place while looking at the closet without stopping.

"emm.why not, the closet is good!" Namira was slightly jolted at Rafka's words, to the point of answering the origin of the man's question.

Rafka knitted his eyebrows together, astonished at the words coming out of Namira's mouth.

"already ah, I'm going to take a shower" Namira steps quickly towards the bathroom to avoid too long a chat with Rafka.

Namira had a bit of trouble taking off the wedding dress that she still wears because of the widened and long model. The weight is good too. So Namira bothered herself with her dress in the bathroom.

Long enough the woman was in the bathroom, even up to almost an hour or so she was in there. He is long not because of stretching, soaking or others, but because of thinking about what clothes he should wear after bathing.

After a long time of thinking, Namira finally decided to return to wearing the dress she was wearing just now. After all, he had also been bored of being in that cold room since.

He slowly opens the bathroom door and bows his head in all directions, looking for Rafka. Apparently the man was sitting on a balcony chair while contemplating, I don't know what.

Namira took advantage of the opportunity to immediately run to bed and lay down by covering her body using a thick blanket available.

He did that to keep Rafka from seeing him if he didn't change his clothes.

He did not do it for nothing, Namira just felt lazy to answer questions that might be thrown at him. Besides, it was late at night too. Namira just want to go to bed to rest her body that feels very tired, after following a series of events that are done all day.

Namira's ears are still in standby mode, capturing the sound of someone sliding the door between the room and the balcony. Namira quickly closed her eyes pretending to sleep.

The footsteps drew closer to Namira, then stopped there for a while. Then she went into the bathroom to clean her body.

Namira opened her eyes after Rafka's departure, thankfully the man was unsuspecting and assumed she was completely asleep.

Not long after, there was a sound of the shower being turned off from the bathroom. Looks like Rafka's done with her bathing ritual. Namira went back to pretending to be asleep before the man came out and saw himself.

Rafka opens the closet door that was opened by his wife, intending to find a change of clothes for her to sleep on. But he looked surprised when he saw the contents of the closet. There was only one clothes lacking materials. He closed the closet door with his chest pounding.

As a normal man, of course his mind will travel everywhere when he sees clothes like that. Moreover, there was a beautiful woman who was halal for him was lying there, plus the dim atmosphere and fragrant aroma in this room, really made his brain so chaotic and thoughtless.

Rafka quickly closed the door of the closet, then shook his head quickly as if trying to eliminate dirty thoughts that began to appear in the head.

Rafka regretted opening the closet, instead of getting what he was looking for, instead he saw a more terrifying apparition than a ghost.

Rafka was afraid that the thin piece of clothing would take away his senses. And make him do negative things. Actually it is not a negative thing as well, because they are both legal as husband and wife and it will instead be a field of reward for them.

Rafka started an inner war. Should he do it tonight but at the risk of Namira angering him. Or he should resist that desire and go straight to sleep even with a tormented feeling.