METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE

Suddenly spoiled

Silent. That night there was only the sound of a clockwork round ticking on the wall of a luxurious room that had been conjured into a beautiful contest. Lena and Arya were both speechless staring at the ceiling of the room, trying to close their eyes, but many times it also failed.

Arya bent her right arm, making it a pedestal after a pillow. Now his body is tilted towards his bride who is now asleep to his back.

"Deeba, don't pretend to be asleep! Brother knows you haven't slept yet" whispered Arya softly. His left hand stroked the back of the little girl he missed so much.

No answer from Lena's mouth. Only her heavy breathing could be heard when she hesitantly turned her body and positioned her tilted body towards her husband.

The look they meet. With a slight tremble, Arya held onto Lena's left cheek, then kissed her forehead gently. His gaze did not at all switch from the beautiful face of the little girl he missed so much.

"Are you not ready?" suddenly the question came out of Arya's mouth. Now his heart is pounding irregularly.

"Ready for what?" Lena pretended not to understand Arya's words, while venturing to continue to look at the man who was now halal for her with a difficult gaze to understand. Really, that night Lena again found the gaze of her old Kak Tamanya, which she did not find on Arya's gaze when helping her during Charles's trial drama a few days ago.

Without blinking, Arya's gaze dived further into Lena's beautiful eyes. Enjoying her slightly blushing cheeks, as well as her thin lips that tease up to make Arya not only one swallow her saliva.

"Of course it's our first night, honey," Arya scratched her head that didn't itch.

"Open up?" arya continued to vent.

"Open what?" Lena still pretended not to understand.

"Open your hijab," softly, Arya whispered in Lena's ear that successfully made her skin pores enlarged due to goosebumps.

Without waiting for approval, Arya's hand reached for the cloth made from the T-shirt that covered Lena's head, then rubbed it gently. Arya slowly opened the hijab without any rejection.

Instantly, Lena's straight hair beautifully unraveled. The smell of the pampering shampoo just evaporated piercing Arya's sense of smell.

"Your hair is beautiful, honey. You're also beautiful, still as pretty as my little girl once was" Arya said, slipping Lena's hair behind her ear.

Arya brought her face closer. Her fingers rubbed gently on Lena's cheeks and lips. And the pounding on his chest tightened when Arya kissed his wife briefly.

Lena's face just bowed, hiding both cheeks that were already blushing red. Again, Arya brought her face closer so that there was no distance between them.

"Sister Tama, wait," Lena's pinta while holding Arya's body with her palm pushed the chest of Arya's field that was barely spaced with her.

"Why?" Arya frowned, as if a wish was no longer there for her first night.

"Deeba is afraid," said Lena Lirih.

Arya just smiled, then grabbed Lena's fingers gently. Their eyes clashed, but not a single word was spoken from the two mouths.

Now, their faces turned a pseudo-red, as they blushed in shame. The smile of the knot was present among the ashes. They began to mingle through the heartless pulses under the moonlight that began to crawl the dim. In the rose-drenched room, a pair of loves have sprinkled, wading through the ocean of great worship until they carved a sculpted story with millions of promises to have each other.

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When the stars were still faithfully dancing with the cold of the night while waiting for the sun to come again, two human children were already drowning in the dim light. Not inferior to Lena and Arya on their first night, Ryan and Rani do not want to miss their worship goods overnight.

"Mas," called Rani as Ryan grabbed the blanket over her innocent body and was about to head to the bathroom.

"Yes" replied Ryan, bringing his body closer to his wife.

"Get to the bathroom, baby. Want to pee this," said Ryan, while rubbing the tip of Rani's head gently.

"Mas don't want to hug Rani?" Rani shakes a rough shudder. Her eyes suddenly glazed over the rejection of her husband. I don't know why that night Rani really wanted to keep spoiling.

"Why so cry gini anyway? I really want to hug my beautiful wife and her sholeh Mas Ryan," Ryan was surprised to see his wife's unexpected response, which was unexpected, then choose to go into the blanket that covers Rani's body and wrap his hands on his wife's stomach.

"Ihh, but Mas Ryan's body is very sticky. Smell again. Take a shower first, then you can hug Rani until morning," Rani took off the hand that was coiled in her stomach and moved a little away from her husband.

"It's midnight, honey. Bathe before dawn all want to pray. Most of Mas does not smell ahh," Ryan refused while directing his sense of smell to the top of his right arm, then moved to the top of his left arm.

"Yes already if Mas Ryan does not want to," Rani pursed her lips and turned her back to Ryan while closing her blanket.

"Yes already, do not sulk later beautiful and sholehahanya ilang. Take a shower, baby," Ryan finally complied with his wife's request without trying to protest at all.

Lazily, Ryan moved out of his sleeping position and immediately headed for the bathroom door.

"Mas!" ryan had not yet opened the door, and his suddenly spoiled wife had called him again.

Ryan let out a long sigh, starting to guess what else his wife would ask at midnight like that.

"Yes, honey," replied Ryan as he turned around.

"Rani wants to take a shower too" Rani said, changing her position.

"Aren't you afraid of the wind?" Ryan replied while frowning.

Rani shook her head, but did not get out of her bed. Rani just looked at her husband expectantly.

"You got carried?" guess Ryan saw his wife's strange behavior.

Rani just nodded.

"You got a bath too?" look at Ryan while he returns to his bed.

Again Rani just nodded, justifying all her husband's guesses. Shortly, Ryan lifted his wife into the bathroom and laid her body into the bathtub after filling it with warm water.

Even in the bathroom, Rani did not intend to do her bathing activities, and let her husband bathe her like a little girl who was spoiled on her parents.

After their bodies were clean, Rani did not want to go from there until finally her husband dried her wet body, carried her back to bed and changed her clothes, new blanketed her and hugged her at Rani's strange request in the middle of the night.

"Tumben so spoiled gini," murmured Ryan inwardly, while letting his tired body drift off in a deep melt.

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