Meet Up the Match

Part 29#New Life

The night passed leaving love in the arms. Love that flows through every blood stream. Ticking into the souls of moon friends who witness a new couple's love story.

Hugs are so tight they bring comfort. The gaze of the eyes could not be separated from the faithful face leaning into the deck. The first was without distance between the two of them. A love story that will start a new journey.

Feel the movement of the wife. Arkha woke up until the gaze of the eyes met the brown neutrals of Aira. "Why not sleep, my wife? Are you thinking about something again? Tell me."

"Aren't you going to sleep again, My Rain? I just wanted to say I love you." Aira said making Arkha smile.

The gaze of the eyes is increasingly attached inseparably linked to each other. The roar of breath drew closer until the scent of mint jolted the couple's consciousness, "Can we do that? Unite in taste to unite the soul and body."

"Do what? I'm yours because I'm now legally the wife of Mr. Arkha Khan. Then what do you want?" The girl did not realize the purpose of Arkha's words that invite husband and wife relationship.

A smile filled with passion adorned Arkha's face, "You're mine and I'm yours." Enclosed chin of the wife with feelings while greeting her forehead lip petals that tease.

Aira was only surprised but did not retreat rejecting Arkha's touch. The first kiss without coercion exhausted his feelings. The man he never met suddenly became a life partner in one meeting. Arkha tries to give her a loving first experience.

Slowly touch down the long journey. Every touch of absence that arouses passion is both. Raga is only a place to channel their love in the port of complete unification. The night is increasingly soaring accompanied by the voice of pampered pampered.

The blood flow that made the two reluctant to let go of the trace of pleasure. The spoiled kiss that continued to welcome Arkha's touch each time held a sense of worthlessness in their heat struggle until one loud bang wiped out the remaining distance.

The sound of a momentary scream was heard echoing with hands grabbing her husband's hair. Suddenly, Arkha silenced Aira's lips enjoying a spoiled kiss. Tonight will be a long night of warmth covered in happiness.

The union of long love to the height of release. Both bodies fell after a grueling struggle but Arkha still faithfully embraced his wife. Occasionally give a kiss on the top of the head slowly so that the woman remains asleep.

"Aira, you're everything to me. It's always mine, baby. I really can't live without you. You are the reason life is complete." whispered Arkha let the night pass without any complaints.

The sunlight glares the eyes. He tried to look around but did not find the whereabouts of Aira. Intentions want to move suddenly the bathroom door opens with the appearance of a body that has now looked neat with a sweet dress. Beautiful even though the hair looks wet.

His busyness drying his hair made Arkha just silently stare without a word. While the stared do not realize until finished doing the treatment as is. When getting out of the front seat of the dresser. Just welcome the morning of the husband with a sweet smile.

"Good morning, My Rain." Walking steps approaching the bed with good intentions want to give a morning greeting. "Come, wakeup! Quickly go take a shower, then we can have breakfast together."

What is the shower for? All it takes is a warm morning welcome. The approaching body eases his expectations. One pull dropped Aira into a hug and then did not forget to tighten both hands to the waist so that the girl could not escape.

He knew what Arkha wanted and without a request landed a warm kiss on his head. "I've always been yours but now get up and take a shower!"

He didn't want his wife to wait any longer. Finally the man decided to go clean up. Fifteen short hours. Arkha came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel covering the bottom so that the burly chest plastered so clearly into a tempting sight but unfortunately Aira was busy preparing something.

A ignorant thought came to say hello, "Aw," his groan distracted Aira who immediately approached without being asked.

"Rain, what's going on? Are you okay?" His hands were busy examining Arkha's cold body with the fragrance of soap. The girl did not know that Arkha was deliberately pretending to be noticed by her.

Arkha held onto her shoulder as if cramping, "My hands don't feel good. Now how do I wear my shirt?" The glare of her eyes made Aira smile thinly.

Be aware of what is happening but it is better to let. He picked up the shirt he had prepared, then helped Arkha put on top clothes without wanting to do more. "Other times focus on doing something. What if I'm not around you? Now look, it's ready."

Arkha smiled as he continued to look at Aira with satisfaction. The pampered treatment that was obtained was so comfortable. He grabbed the woman's body without wanting to let go. Happiness is felt. Gratitude will always be extended for their legitimate togetherness.

"Rain, now what's going on? If you hold me this tight then your hands can hurt again." Aira broke away from Arkha's embrace.

The shirt sleeves that look annoying are folded. The touch of the hand that continued to give a little massage made Arkha feel comfortable about the treatment Aira indulged himself without much talk. The woman who always adorned her mind now increasingly penetrated into the heart.

"Now my hands are better, dear." Arkha pulled her hand and performed a small sport with a shoulder twist to make Aira feel better.

Can't bear to see the wife's sad gaze because this morning became their first morning together. How to give sorrow even if it is just a joke. Still, it would be better to get a sweet smile from the always seductive lips before him.

After the romantic session ends. The two left the hotel room to go to the restaurant. Breakfast is very important because daily activities require energy. At the beginning of the day, you should get adequate nutrition. At least prevent pain that attacks the immune system.

The couple ordered the food and drinks served without waiting for so long. Bribes divert attention. Sometimes small talk between the two until the arrival of the sister becomes warmer.

A young man with an adult face pulled up a chair, then sat down facing the couple who finished enjoying breakfast. "Morning, Bro, Aira."

A glance was on his brother who looked so happy. Seeing that certainly as a sister is also happy despite realizing that the relationship will be more difficult than thought. The marriage was already approved only their father was too stubborn and it could be a trigger for problems in the future.

"How tonnage? All great na?" arsha asked with veiled intent. As if understanding her meaning Arkha winked with a smile of happiness.

While Aira is busy checking the work on the phone. The girl ignored the absurd talk between the sisters. Arkha realized the bustle of his wife. For some reason every time I see Aira silent, my heart just feels unsettled.

Touch the shoulder of the wife so as not to be busy playing mobile phones when they are together. A subtle rebuke through Arkha's eyes, made Aira forced to stop the job examination. The phone was put on the table but before that he had already sent a message to someone to meet him this morning.

A moment of silence before expressing the desire of his heart. Would you mind if he stayed in Indonesia for a while? Honestly for many years only in Pakistan and today have the opportunity to breathe air in other countries. Shouldn't rare opportunities be taken advantage of?

"Actually I still want to be here and stay with my brother but if you don't have a problem" Arsha said slightly softly though still sound clear.

It turns out he has a shy sister-in-law. "I don't mind because we're family now. You are also a brother to me."

"You're my wife's best." praise Arkha rubbing Aira's head with gratitude in heart.

As if getting a chance. The girl shifted her sitting position to stare into the net which is now her morning and night. "Rain, can we just stay at my house? I don't want to stay in a hotel too long."

My home? It means the wife's parents' house. Do you really have to live with your in-laws? Not because I don't like it, but what do people say? Marrying an outsider to the point of having no place to live. But the look of expectant eyes made him unable to resist.

"Are you sure you want to live with both parents after marriage?" the question was carefully so as not to offend Aira.

One question made Aira think of her husband. Of course thinking in that direction because the man was still too far away from his original world. "Darling, I want to stay in my house and not my parents' house. Don't worry because I've thought about everything carefully."

"Your house? Meaning how? Aira, can explain it to me in detail!" arkha's mouth was more serious but Aira looked only calm sighing softly.

"We'll check out from the hotel now, then come to where we should be. Arsha please help me check out." pinta Aira made Arkha and Arsha look at each other not understand what he was going to do.

Aira's request ended the chat session because Arsha left the couple's table to be able to do the wishes of the sister-in-law while Arkha himself still hopes to get an explanation from his wife. But that was just a false wait.

"My Rain, don't think too much. I'll explain everything, but once we get home." A gentle swipe is given so that the man remains calm without the burden of the mind.

Arsha's departure continued with the couple who also returned to the room. Of course just to clean up all the luggage. Aira did everything herself as Arkha was still in sulking mode. The man sat alone with his eyes straight ahead.

For thirty minutes the session ended but Arkha was still silent like a statue, making Aira walk over to her husband. Then sitting blocked the scene that stole the husband's attention. "Rain, what are you thinking?"

"Where are you going? I don't want us to stay at your parents' house. At least we can stay in the hotel until the time to leave for Pakistan ...," Arkha said, who stopped because Aira's hand had closed her lips.

The sharp eyes of the clawed did not want to listen to the rejection. "Didn't you trust me? I'm just asking you to listen and you'll understand when you get to our house. Just it."

"Sorry, I trust you more than myself, My wife" Arkha said, no longer debating Aira's final decision.

At the same time, there was the sound of a cell phone ringing that distracted Aira. The girl checked which turned out to be a message from her assistant. Where the message said the assistant was waiting in the lobby even with Arsha.

"Come, we need to get out of the hotel right now. Someone's been waiting for us in the hotel lobby." take Aira to draw Arkha's hand.

His silence was not due to anger but only confusion that struck but he did not want to trouble Aira. Without a word he took two suitcases containing personal items. Then set foot leaving the hotel room to go down to the lobby and sure enough below there is Arsha who also carries a suitcase.

The three of them walked together towards the car parked in front of the hotel door. A car that awaits the arrival of the owner because it is too long to be idle. At first Arsha thought the car belonged to another hotel guest but as soon as a young man came down greeted Aira. Thinking changed.

"And, is everything to my liking?" aira's question made Danish nod to make sure all the orders had been executed. "Please, put all the suitcases in the trunk."

Danish only saluted, then pulled the back door for Aira and her husband to enter first. After that, I took a suitcase to put in the trunk. But Arsha is still trying to digest the situation. Moreover, he did not understand the chatter of the two opposite sex.

"Arsha, do you want to come or stand there? Hurry on! We can't leave you alone." Aira told Arsha, who chuckled softly.

The young man got into the car but sat in the front seat accompanying Danish. "Sorry, I'm just busy thinking about what's going on here."

The journey begins with a quiet atmosphere covered in tranquility. Danish is focused on driving, Arsha is busy looking at the streets just want to remember the environment that might one day be passed by her again, arkha was busy staring at his wife who returned to focus on doing something using a flat object that continued to burn.

Strangely for a month together. He rarely saw Aira busy with cell phones but today. Why is his wife so late to play the flat object? What is the content of that sophisticated world?