Married to Kaka Friend

part 9's

The sun has revealed its light. Humans begin to begin their activities. Birds come out of their nests to find food.

Dyandra opened her eyes when she heard the sound of roosters crowing. Although he lives in the city, there are neighbors who like to raise roosters, so it becomes a natural alarm.

When he woke up, he saw no one. Nothing changed from that room. However, he felt like there was Arya sleeping with him.

"Is it just a dream, huh? Until the whole dream," said Dyandra who immediately cleansed herself.

When he finished, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Since childhood he was accustomed by his parents to take time for breakfast. That has become his habit now.

However, when he was about to open the refrigerator, he sneezed and occasionally coughed. He immediately took out a tissue to clean the snot in his nose.

"Dyandra, are you sick?" arya asked panicked when she heard Dyandra sneezing with a cough.

The man put his hand on Dyandra's forehead to check for heat or not. However, the result was not hot at all and it was still normal.

Dyandra reflexes blinked several times and immediately retreated when she saw Arya in front of her. "Lho, Bang Arya is here?" tanyanya daze.

"Jeez Dyandra. Have you forgotten what happened last night?" arya asked approaching Dyandra.

"So last night wasn't a dream?!" dyandra Beo. "So .. we ...."

"Yes. We're already married. I'm officially your husband and you're officially my wife."

"Seriously, Bang?!"

"Do I need to call your family and my family for confirmation, hmm?"

Dyandra shook her head quickly. He still could not believe that the man before him was already his official partner.

Arya held back her laughter when she saw Dyandra's expression like that. He directly sat Dyandra's body on the dining room chair. Then, give her jacket so that Dyandra does not get cold.

"I made some warm tea first, yeah. Breakfast is available. You eat first" said Arya.

"No need, Bang. Dyandra can make her own warm tea." Dyandra got up from her seat, but Arya certainly did not let that happen.

"You're my responsibility now, Dyandra."

"Bang, but, isn't it, you're cooking, preparing breakfast. As for duty, Bang. Let Dyandra make the drinks."

There was a small debate between the two of them until finally meeting the final point where Arya only took the ingredients to make tea. Dyandra insisted on making her own tea because she wanted to drink tea, not regular tea.

When everything is ready, they have breakfast together. It was the first time they had breakfast with a new status relationship, namely husband and wife.

Breakfast was over, the two of them cleaned up the equipment by dividing up the tasks. Dyandra won't let Arya do everything herself. The opposite is true with Arya.

"Don't go to work, did you?" dyandra asked because it was not a holiday.

"My work can be handled from here, Dyandra," replied Arya. "What is your college?"

"Hmmm .. if that's ...." Dyandra was confused to answer how.

"Don't tell me you're skipping!"

Dyandra. "Dyandra's just a permit, Bang. After all, lectures are just group presentations. My group's all matkul's already presenting because I got the first group."

Arya ruffled Dyandra's hair. "Alright if you're truant."

"Oh yes, there are a few things we should discuss. Should we talk about it now or later?" ask Arya to Dyandra.

"Don't interrupt your time?" dyandra replied with a question.

"You are my priority."

Dyandra smiled and sat in the living room to make it more relaxed. Arya sat next to Dyandra while listening to Dyandra's discussion first about where to stay, plans to have children, college and work, financial arrangements, time management, etc.

There was some debate about all of these things. However, from between the two were still both using cold heads. They expressed from their respective points of view, the advantages and disadvantages. Some sensitive topics they discussed so that in the future there is no quarrel.

In between the discussions, Arya's phone rang. He asked for permission to finish his work first, after finishing his discussion. They also talked about the deal.

"Geez, Dyandra! You're married and not single anymore!" dian exclaimed when she saw her daughter who was still as usual, watching on her phone while eating a snack.

"What, the hell, Ma?" dyandra did not want to be disturbed.

"Darling, your husband has you taken care of yet?" This time Hendra asked.

"Mas Aryans? She's doing her job again, Pa" Dyandra replied, focusing on her phone and snacks.

Arya overhears herself being called Mas by Dyandra. The smile on his face was clearly engraved. He could not hide his happy feelings.

Dian saw Arya coming down the stairs and walked over to her and her husband. The man kissed her in-laws' hands in turn.

"Dyandra, have you cooked for your husband yet?!" reprimanded Dian who was embarrassed to see his daughter's behavior.

"Already, Ma. Dyandra has cooked great food for Arya. Mama doesn't have to worry about Arya." Arya answered the question.

"Ma, it looks like our daughter got a good husband" Hendra laughed proudly. He walked up to Arya and said, "Son, you don't have to lie like that. We've been living with Dyandra for twenty-two years. And we know that our daughter can't cook."

"What, anyway, Pa? Dyandra can also cook, but Dyandra admitted Dyandra's cooking ability is not comparable to Mas Arya," said Dyandra upset because she felt Arya instead became the pride of her family.

"Son, you don't spoil him too much and please be patient with his sometimes still kayak bocil."

"Ma!"

Arya, Dian, and Hendra laughed at the look on Dyandra's face that was upset because she had been made into their joke. He brought his food and cell phone and went back to his room.

"Dah ah, Dyandra cuddle with you," said Dyandra pouted.

"Ngambek. Later the one who persuades you is no longer us," seduced Hendra.

"Son, persuade your wife. Dyandra is a little difficult to persuade if you are angry," Dian told Arya.

"Good, Ma. Arya said goodbye." Arya catches up with Dyandra to her room.

Arya looked at Dyandra who was sitting on the sofa while eating the snacks she brought earlier. He put his phone on the table because his hand was tight.

"You're angry about that?" ask Arya.

"No," replied Dyandra who focuses on mobile phones.

Dyandra flinches when Arya suddenly advances her body, eliminating the distance between them. For a moment Dyandra held her breath and her heart was again not safe if Arya was like that.

"Are you really not angry?" ask Arya back.

Dyandra quickly nodded.

Arya immediately grabbed Dyandra's body so as not to fall. Her right hand held out Dyandra's leg before she used it as a body pump. Her lips immediately grabbed the Dyandra b1b1r.

This time Dyandra did not rebel because after all Arya was her husband. He could feel Aryan c1vman being softer than back then. This made him lulled and unconsciously began to reply to his civilization. His hands naturally coiled around Arya's neck.

Their civman's getting hot. The green light that Dyandra gave while replying to her civilization, made Arya unable to control herself anymore. He put Dyandra's body to sleep slowly, then his right hand crept in Dyandra's shirt, gently stroked her back and played her hand on her chest.

Dyandra puffed her body because she felt amused when Arya's hand touched her body by still not releasing her lip link so that her chest touched Arya's chest. This made Arya curse in her heart. However, he took off his civman when Dyandra hit him on the back because Dyandra had trouble keeping up with her civman

Their eyes stared at each other. Arya's hand touched the softly b1bir Dyandra. "Dyandra, what have you done to me?"

Arya does not need an answer from Dyandra because the question already has the answer. Dyandra did nothing. It was him who started it first. His hand exposed Dyandra's shirt near his neck and left a mark in a place not easily seen.

"Ah, Mas Arya!" yell Dyandra in pain.

Arya dropped her body beside Dyandra and immediately hugged her. He could feel his heartbeat and Dyandra's heart racing fast.

"From now on, you should keep calling me by that word" whispered Arya sensually in Dyandra's ear. He buried his head in the niche of Dyandra's neck while occasionally menj1lat, menc1um, and mengggggitnya so that made Dyandra grabbed Arya's hair irritated.

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