Love you Mr Photographer

Episode 38's

Kimy is a twenty-year-old girl who is not plainly very about the relationship between men and women. Of course he understands. Same with the first night.

Before getting married, Kimy has been finding out many things related to the marriage relationship, and one of them is a husband and wife relationship on the first night of a bride.

Instead of being scared, Kimy was curious. Many things became questions in the mind of the bar-bar girl. Kimy always wanted to know a lot of things. And the curiosity will continue to run in the mind if it has not been successfully realized. Just like tonight. Instead of being stubborn or scared, Kimy was impatient to get into the room and sleep in bed with her husband. Want to know what it feels like when he no longer sleeps alone but there is a companionship. Does it really feel warm to sleep in the arms of a man who holds the title as a husband?

Kimy's daydreams about so many sweet things must be confused by Rich. The man was uncomfortable because since earlier when the two were in the car, Kimy could not be separated from the smile that even made Rich look with a horrified look. I don't know what Kimy was thinking. Rich doesn't know. Ah, lest the girl is thinking perverted things because this is their bridal night. Oh, naw.

There's nothing in Rich's dictionary to spend tonight with that snot girl. There he will be held accountable from Om Rega if he dares to say anything about his beloved daughter.

"Hunter down! What's been so bad since? Not a mess, are you?"

Instead of being angry, Kimy replied. "I'm a big fan, brother. The joy of Brother Rich!" kimy said ended with a stiffening that made the fur of Rich's nape bristled.

Not wanting to chimed in on what the girl next to him would say again, Rich got out of the car and slammed the door rudely. There was no intention to help Kimy get out of his car until the girl was in trouble because of the length of the dress she was wearing. Luckily the car driven by Rayyan finally arrived. Nabila was the one who swiftly helped his daughter-in-law.

"Rich!" Call Nabila with a loud voice startling the footsteps of the young man who had already reached the entrance.

Rich turned his head in guilt and replied, "There's nothing, Ma. I'm tired. Want to rest soon."

"You're! Help Kimy and bring your wives into the room."

Can Rich argue with his mother? Of course not. The man turned his body lazily towards Kimy.

Nabila reviewed the smile. "Kimy, now this house is Kimy's house too. There is no need to be afraid or afraid to be in this house. If you need help, just tell Rich or find mama, yeah."

Kimy nodded in understanding. Then according to follow Rich who took his hand. Entering a room on the second floor. Kimy was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he made it to the second floor of this house. It takes a struggle to get to a large room. Kimy searched the entire room dominated by gray and black paint. Describes if the owner is a man who is so elegant.

Kimy was still busy observing the bedroom that was equipped with a work space. Kimy so know if this room not only serves as a bed but also as a workspace.

Rich is actually uncomfortable with the existence of strangers in his personal area. However, he can't do much because Kimy is his wife. If he kicked Kimy out of his room, his mother would be furious. Now, Rich felt awkward about what to do. In his own room can not be free.

"You or me shower first?" The real question Rich used was just stale.

"Why not just shower together to save time" replied Kimy origin who immediately rounded Rich's eyes.

Really, the girl he was facing right now was not an ordinary girl but could make him dizzy. Just a few hours into a wife, Kimy had dared to tease her. Oh, dearGod. What kind of girl did she marry.

"Don't ngaco! You're the one who took a shower here. I'm gonna shower down," break up Rich later.

The man stepped almost near the door when Kimy's spoiled voice and whining rang in the ears.

"Sister! Can you help me?"

"What help?"

"Please help take off my dress zipper."

This particular experiment. Rich took a long breath. Glancing at Kimy's dress which is indeed a zipper on the back.

Doubtful. Either helping or not.

"I'll just call my mom and let her help you."

"Yes, my God, brother! Just take off the zipper dress, Rich must ask for help mama? Just be right. If I could do it alone .. I would not ask Brother for help either."

Rich rubbed his temple. Kimy's face had been bent sour. Alright. There's no other choice. He approached the girl who immediately turned her body by thrusting her back at Rich.

Before actually helping Kimy, once again Rich took a deep breath to normalize nervousness. He has often helped his models justify clothes and so on. However, never once did Rich get nervous like this. Somehow just facing one girl snot Rich's heart had to pound like this.

Rich slowly stretched out his hand touching the dress Kimy was wearing.

"Buruan, Brother! Night hunt."

"Yes .. yes. It's a real onion."

With one breath, Rich hopes to immediately lower the zipper. However, the assumption is wrong because for the sake of lowering the fitting dress zipper on Kimy's body requires maximum effort. Plus Rich's hands were suddenly tremored like this.

This can't be allowed. Inner Rich shouted.

And slowly but surely, the dress was opened revealing Kimyra's white and smooth back. Damn again zipper that has no end just stopped on Kimy's hip. Fortunately, the girl was holding the front of her dress. If not, I don't know what will happen. Because as a normal man Rich is not able to lie to himself if treated to a smooth and sexy scenery will certainly be tempted by heart.

"It."

"Thank you, Brother."

"Hem."

Rich was about to get out, but again Kimyra was tempting.

"Where are you going?"

"Bring downstairs."

"Are you sure you don't want to shower together? Kimy doesn't mind!"

The girl could have snorted at him. Rich shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not interested!"

After saying that, Rich actually ran out to the point of closing the door of his room tightly.

Kimy looked up at her husband's behavior.