Mahligai Infidelity

- The Wedding Day

Behind the white dress studded with hundreds of swarovski, Wulandari Iskhan stepped towards a man who was already standing on the altar. Being held captive by her grandfather, her heart was steady staring at the shadow of the man who would soon become her husband.

While Briandy Susanto the man stared impatiently at his bride.

The grandfather and grandson seemed to be guarding the steps, very hearted, one by one old foot old grandfather moved to take the beloved grandson to the contest.

The Weding march accompanies each step until they are on the front row.

The grandfather's legs slipped small, Wulan did not have time to hold the grandfather, his hands were overwhelmed holding back his long dress and bouquet of flowers that finally separated from Wulan's right hand.

“Grandpa?” wulan panicked.

The quick hand of a man swiftly supported the body of the grandfather. Not yet had time to fall, the grandfather lifted to stand firmly.

“Good grandfather is fine,” said the unpretentious grandfather with a smile of happiness that is always on his back at both corners of his lips.

“Thank you,” said grandfather to the young man who had just helped him.

The man took the fallen bouquet and handed it to the bride.

“Attempted,” said Wulan looking at the man's face.

“I anter until the front ya kek,” said the man was friendly to the grandfather.

“No need, just a few more steps,” reject the grandfather but the man still walked beside the grandfather herding the bride.

Wulandari's hand was greeted by the man who was waiting for her at the altar.

Instantly the weding march stopped reverberating changing with the voice of a man who was the MC of the wedding at that time.

Wulan looked down at the floor before her. However, the marriage had to be done at the request of the grandfather and to save the estate owned by his grandfather. He didn't care about the man standing next to him.

Half an hour passed, Wulan regained consciousness as the man beside her pulled his body to stand facing each other.

Veil who was covering her face lifted up in the light kiss followed on her lips.

A look of happiness emanated from everyone present. The vast hall that the hundreds of people were in was staring at him with a smile.

Moreover, the face of the grandfather, he even shed tears welcoming the happiness of his grandson Wulan.

After coming from the spacious hall, they headed to the side courtyard of the Hall. A very lively garden party with garden decorations that are decorated so beautifully.

“Congratulations Brian,” said the woman who approached Wulan and her husband now.

Brian, a name that's hard to remember. Inner Wulan.

“Happy new life sir, later in the afternoon do not forget to call yes,” said another woman and replied to a smile by Brian.

The park party lasted long enough, had entered at 8 pm but guests did not stop coming and going. Susanto family does include prominent families in the city, business partners from all over the country must take the time to present congratulation while looking for business benefits there.

A beautiful but very heavy white dress, it had been five hours Wulan stood supporting the heavy dress. His waist felt almost broken. Plus the stilettos are getting her body crumpled.

“Mas,” Wulan trying to call the guy next to her.

Brian looked at Wulan. “What's up?” her question is flat.

“My waist feels sore, is the show still long?” Wulan's gaze then turned to the old man who was still sitting at the round table. “And grandpa should have entered break at this hour,” said Wulan.

Brian smiled knot. “Farel take the woman and her grandfather back home,” Brian commands a man who continues to stand not far from him.

“Good sir,” replied the man.

“Thank you mas, I will go in first,” say goodbye Wulan with friendly.

Brian ignored the woman who was now approaching his grandfather. For Brian the marriage was a pact between him and his parents. Once he is married then the Viennese company Graha will be his. The position of director he had been seeking for many years would be his. Just marry the village girl, then he can do anything with the company that has been built by his grandfather since dozens of years ago.

Wulan helped Farel bring his grandfather back to Brian's residence. The residence that Brian's parents had just built as their wedding present.

Wulan and Hendy's grandfather arrived at the spacious and magnificent residence. In front of the entrance they were greeted by an old woman.

“Goodnight Madam Wulan and grandpa Hendy, welcome,” greet the lady is friendly.

“Mistress, I am bi Narsih. Madam can call me that,” said bi Narsih.

“Bi is ready for a room for grandfather,” said Wulan.

“It's ready, please come with me,” invite bi Narsih.

Wulan walked slowly carrying the grandfather towards her room. The big room was on the first floor.

“Still bik,” says Wulan.

“Oh yes, it's grandpa's suitcase. Last afternoon among the hotel people to here,” said bi Narsih pointed to a suitcase.

“Grandfather change clothes first yes before bed,” said Wulan.

“Have you rested there, grandfather can still be alone,” said grandpa Hendy.

But Wulan did what he had to do. Prepare your clothes, prepare the medicine, make sure you have taken the medicine and then get out of the room.

Bi Narsih took Wulan to the main room located on the second floor. Super spacious and magnificent room. Twice the size of the grandfather's room.

“This is the mistress' room, the mistress's suitcase is in the closet. Aunty does not know the suitcase code so aunt can not help clean the clothes of the mistress,” said bi Narsih.

“Neither, thanks bi,” said Wulan, he was seen having trouble unbuttoning the bridal dress on his body.

“Aunt help yes,” said bi Narsih.

Wulan turned her back to bi Narsih.

“Still bi, aunty can go down now. The rest let me do it myself,” said Wulan.

“Good, if you need anything, madam just push the bell. Aunty will be directly here.” said bi Narsih then go from there.

The wedding dress has been removed from her body, she looks for her black suitcase from the closet and then takes a blue negligee from the suitcase. He went straight to the bathroom to clean his tired body.

Wulan came out of the bathroom and laid her body on the bed. The smell of roses smelling on his nose. Not how long Wulan immediately fell asleep.

…ooooo..

It was like dreaming of a wulan feeling a small shock around it. He tried to gather his consciousness to examine what was happening around him.

Aahhh ahhhh

Voice ******* slow from a woman caught by wulan ear.

“Sir Brian, if your wife wakes up how?” the woman almost whispered.

“Shht, he's asleep. No way to wake up,” said the man beside her who was none other than Brian her husband.

In the dark room, Wulan witnesses her husband's affair on her first night as a newlywed. As if not assuming Wulan was there, Brian wrapped the woman's body under his body while swaying wildly. He seemed to be chasing something he wanted to achieve.

Wulan closed her eyes again. What they did in their bed. While crying Wulan tried not to move, but his body was eager to leave the room. He was eager to run away the despicable men and women who were hunting naf su beside him.

“Aaaaahh sir, Nindi wants to come out sir,” said Nindi while helping to shake her hip.

“Aaahhh,” Nindi's long era after reaching her release.

Brain still continued to sway sway over Nindi's body. Various styles have done, even they do not care anymore with the shock on the bed, which at any time can make the wulan wake up.

“Pak, still old?” ask Nindi.

“Ya, let's do it,” Brian said.

The bed became calm.

Where are they finished?

Wulan tried to open both of her eyes.

Brian was standing on the floor, and the woman's head was at its core while doing an up and down movement.

Then the era began to come out of Brian's mouth.

Brian immediately pulled the woman's body and began to stomp his stomps violently from behind. I don't know how long they fought until they finally drooped weakly beside Wulan.

“Nindy go first sir, don't forget to call if you need?” Nindi then got out of bed. He got dressed and then got out of there.

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TBC…

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