Love Wrong Target

Chapter 18 Lingerie

Rafka walked a few steps closer to Namira. He looked at the woman for a little while. Can't guess what he's thinking right now.

Oh.. how is this?! why is he cheating on me? if I woke up, he would know that I was just pretending to sleep.

oh, yes.I have an idea, mending I kick his junior, as if again digelindur. let kapok. like will not stare, if I say it looks natural.

it's all because of the fucking lingerie. ah. no, he's just a nervous person. It's good to do a macem with me!

Namira was getting ready to kick the man if he approached. But Rafka took a few steps back and lay down on the sofa by the window.

He did not want to make a big mistake that would ruin the situation. He prefers to hold back the feelings that torment him, rather than having to hurt the woman.

Long enough he was agitated while flipping his body to the right and left to find the most comfortable position in order to quickly fall asleep. Fortunately the sofa is quite wide and also soft, otherwise his body will definitely hurt all.

A moment later, a soft snoring sounded from the man. Apparently he had fallen asleep after trying.

While Namira looks uncomfortable with the clothes he wears. She felt angry when this room was AC. it was all because of the wedding dress that was still attached to her body until now.

He also gave up in the end. She picked up the lingerie hanging in the closet, then rushed to wear it in the bathroom. He had to wear it if he did not want to rage and could sleep comfortably.

Namira thought, no problem wearing clothes less material now, because Rafka was sleeping soundly. Tomorrow morning he will plan to wake up early before Rafka, then immediately change his clothes so as not to be caught.

After changing clothes Namira finally sleeps soundly and more comfortably. So the wedding night was missed with a separate sleep between the couple, without the romantic atmosphere that is usually on the wedding night.

Namira rubbed her eyes while yawning. He saw the alarm clock next to his bed, it was six o'clock past fifteen minutes.

"what!! is it at this hour?! how could I have misfortune. Rafka is awake yet? I hope not, I can change my clothes!

Namira searches for Rafka's whereabouts by peeking out from under the covers. Apparently the man was on the balcony stretching his hands like he was warming up.

Namira didn't waste the opportunity. He immediately opened the blanket that covered him and stood up quickly intending to go to the bathroom to change clothes.

Just as he stood up, Rafka walked in and saw him wearing the thin lingerie. Namira reflexively shouted and immediately ran into the bathroom, while Rafka seemed to laugh off seeing his wife's behavior.

Namira quickly put on her super ribet dress again, then ripped the lingerie was so upset. It could be that the man appeared at the wrong time. Namira ngedumel himself in the heart.

When she finished, she opened the bathroom door slowly, hoping that Rafka was not in the room. And this time he could breathe a sigh of relief because the man did not see the trunk of his nose in this room.

Tok..

There was a knock outside Namira's door. He rushed to open the door. Two hotel employees were carrying food trays and the other was carrying a brown paper bag.

"this is her breakfast, ma'am, and this is also a deposit from Mr. Rafka for you" said they politely then handed the paper bag earlier.

"oh.iya. please" replied Namira while opening the door wider and shifting give way.

"then we'll excuse you, ma'am, enjoy the meal"

"yes, thank you"

Namira closed the door again after the two female employees left and opened the paper bag in his hand. It turned out to be a dress. He took the dress and opened the fold. Knee-length gorgeous dress in pastel pink with ribbon accents on the back, adding to the sweetness of the outfit.

In Namira's heart wondered who actually sent the dress. indeed the waitress mentioned Rafka's name. But he hesitated after seeing the model and the color of the dress. How could the man possibly know the taste of the clothes he likes.

oh. I know, this must have been mama again.mama who gave her clothes but in the name of Rafka. yes, it must have been so..

bodo is very ah. the important thing is I can change clothes and immediately free from this super complicated dress.

In the spirit of Namira take off her wedding dress and replace it with the dress earlier. She reflected and praised the beauty of the dress she wore in her heart.

While looking in the mirror, suddenly Namira's stomach was rumbling. He also immediately ate with the food he received earlier.

Again there was a knock from outside the door of the room at breakfast, just one more bribe. Namira put the spoon in his hand and drank a glass of fresh orange juice as a breakfast cover.

"mama? let's go ma!" this time my mother came. Namira was increasingly convinced that the dress she wore was from her mother, and her purpose here was to ascertain whether the dress had been received.

"wah.. mama's child is very beautiful. loh... how can you change Namira's clothes?!" mama Namira looked at her daughter from top to bottom with a look of astonishment.

"mama mean?" Namira frowned not understanding.

"you should wear that lingerie and you can't .. ups!" mama Namira shut her mouth because she realized that she had slipped.

"ih... really bad mama. cook his son in kayak work that!!" Namira protest while pouting.

"hehehehe. I'm sorry Namira. mama is equally papa would like to have a little grandchild" said Bu Asti casually. He didn't know his daughter was drunk last night because of him.

"that's also the way. Namira gets embarrassed because of mom"

"sorry, honey.so what about the lingerie?" asked Bu Asti curiously.

"it's been torn off in the bathroom!" answer Namira plain.

*yes .. My plan worked.it was even smoother than I thought. Where the lingerie was until it was torn again. Well, my daughter-in-law was so impatient apparently*.

Mama Namira draws her own conclusions from what her daughter told her. Though the one who tore the lingerie was Namira herself.