MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
28. Married Down Bed
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Married leave is 3 days.
Annual leave is taken 3 days.
Plus gets Saturday and Sunday weekend off, falling to 2x Saturday 2x Sunday.
A total of 2 weeks is available for us to spend on this honeymoon.
It could be spending time traveling, for example traveling to visit a certain destination. But apparently, Evita insists on refusing a vacation by traveling. He doesn't want to travel anywhere.
He chose it at home enough.
Just home?
Evita, who is always busy on the move and spends a lot of time outside the house, this time refusing to travel and choose just home?
Like not Evita. But I still agree. Whatever my bidadar wants, I promise in my heart I will try my best to support.
We do not plan to travel anywhere. Only going to occupy my house that has been freed from the existence of children, they were temporarily evacuated to their opa and oma houses. The plan was for during the long school holidays or as long as we were both still at home together on our honeymoon.
An infinite thank you to the willingness of parents, who have never ceased to pay attention to my three sons and daughters.
And yes, right...
I'm with Evita, we're both officially married.
The wedding reception has just ended. Or rather we both who re-use themselves by returning to my house, while the rest of the event and the crowd still continue at home papa-mama as a reception venue. Nun a few houses away in front of there from my house position.
Talking about Honeymoon, according to a family therapist doctor from Los Angeles named Dr. Chaka McAlpin, as reported in Brides said that :
"Honeymoon is a great way to strengthen the couple's relationship on love and intimacy.
Honeymoon makes us will have more time to make out with a partner before returning to the real world."
What about our honeymoon? What's going to happen to him?
It will still be a mystery. One is clear according to the agreement of the two: NO*EX.
No Intimacy or husband and wife relationship, obviously.
It's not a problem. I'm willing to agree, so we'll just take that moment of fun.
That's also if Evita does not suddenly refuse too.
Ach...
In less than 1 year, our relationship has officially changed completely. Unexpectedly before, Evita and I suddenly got married.
Commonly referred to in the term Married Down Bed.
And how does it feel to be together as a married couple?
Undescribed.
I can only call it beautiful, fantastic and happy.
Although the official event only happened 30 minutes ago me and Evita started, as soon as we first set foot into my house with the new status.
Although in reality, this status as a husband of a wife is not my first... I've completely closed the book to the old one, the new one in plain sight I'm visiting with Evita. Beloved wife.
In front of the eyes, my beloved wife was seriously looking out and a finger-tip sweep touched the surface of the triple-reflected dresser in our bedroom. The old dresser where the late Ranti used to live struggled to dress up in her mirror.
Except for the bed, I changed it without asking for approval.
"I rarely visit this house. Even in this room..."
"...never at all." My greetings as I stepped closer to the back of the chair my wife had just occupied,
"For those 5 years, your visit can even be counted on the finger. Not more than 2x a year. One of them was when you invited your sister to celebrate our son's birthday that you couldn't attend.
And entering this room, you never did at all. That's what the late man often told me."
Des*han heavy breath Evita into a form of inner upheaval himself this.
I know, he regretted it now why he didn't spend much time visiting his sister's house. It turned out that the brother had to pass so quickly.
Meanwhile, no matter we were a newlywed couple, Evita was so natural in facing me, alone in the house and especially in this bedroom.
Seen from his greatness does not show a breath of obstruction once I see me in the mirror, half naked only wrapped in a large white towel on the waist. Stand behind his chair.
Which women usually react in the moment of their first night, when they find the view of their partner as being the appearance of myself at this time.
After a while I took a shower and then came out of the bathroom, which was also in this bedroom.
I can totally adapt to me.
Evita's self-control of the real me is very attractive, making me even more salute to admire this part of her maturity.
Of course, nervous or groggy impressions exist, but he is very good at limiting out to the surface all forms of his feelings...
In the mirror in front of us, the view of us both really looks contrasting.
My hair and face were still damp wet with the rest of the bath water, and also on the body was only covered with a white towel wrapped around the waist to the knees, but Evita was still complete in her makeup and bridal kebaya.
Only konde and any head makeup that has been cleaned at home mama. Leave the long hair that has passed the armpits and back he paint this black, now appears bulging the rest of the sensation.
Forms that will not disappear before being hacked.
He told me to take a shower first, apparently because he wanted to toner first in front of the dresser mirror. In his hand has now been prepared the cotton and toner needed.
Not at all disturbed to receive my fixed gaze at him in the mirror as soon as he had started sweeping the fragrant toner-liquid cotton to the face.
"You're blackening your hair, Evita." Mumbles.
Replying to my gaze in the mirror, Evita nodded after pausing the hand movements of scouring cotton.
"The plan is only for the moment. I'll color it again." Evita, obviously, continued bertoner.
I stood close behind Evita, until my wife's shoulder was aligned with mine.
A sensual view in the cernin.
Plus then I lifted a handful of Evita's hair and spread it on my face, rubbing it around.
Evita showed a significant reaction...
Receiving and permeating the gentle treatment of her hair by my hand, she slowly squeezed, the activity of scavenging cotton came to a halt with both hands rested on the dressing table.
After I put the hair back down, I put the surface of my stomach to the back of his head, he was getting swept away by the more intense contact. Unknowingly closing his eyes.
Not paying attention, just feeling it in my next treatment.I put a pair of handrails on his shoulders.
Not lingering because then both hands I put down to his chest...
