My Diamond is Fragile

BUTTERFLIES IN THE STOMACH

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Aryan smartphone alarm rings. The clock shows at 3 a.m. Yasmeen woke up from her sleep. Looking up at his head, it turns out that in front of him is still Arya, her husband. He almost thought everything that happened yesterday was just a dream. Arya looked at him with narrowed shady eyes while commenting on the smile.

"Mas is up?"

"Dear baby..",

Actually all night for Arya can not sleep. Looking at the face of the girl he just married asleep in his arms all night. It feels like a person who is addicted to Drakor, sleepiness is lost that there is only a thicket. Bucin is matchless..

"Yasmeen sleeps well?"

"Mmmh. Yes. Did Arya sleep well too?"

Arya simply answered him with a smile. How can he sleep well when there is an angel who sleeps in his chest deck that field? Half-dead Arya held something down to not rebel to let go of her desires.

"Darling to pray tahajud?", he asked.

"Yes mas. if Arya wants to take a shower first, this is the shampoo."

"Mas is not strong shower at this hour dear, here is very cold water.. I'm like ice water"

"Loh Mas, the prayer will not be valid.."

"Why is the prayer invalid?"

"Every night Ummi said before dawn Yasmeen had to take a big shower, had to shampoo. Aryan as well"

Arya could not help but laugh. Then he looked at his wife's face deeply. Unable to hold him back, he's out again.

"I'm so. Why are we finished?", asked Arya wondering what this girl was thinking.

"out.. Sleeping with Mas"

"Oh my God, my dear, I have not done anything to make Yasmeen junub. So after wudhu Yasmeen can directly pray kok",

"What should Mas Arya do?"

Arya did not think. Looks like this girl really doesn't know anything about adult activities between men and women. It took patience to teach him basic knowledge. But Arya was quite proud, God betrothed her to a very awake woman like a pearl in an oyster.

"Well, baby? Later I will teach you many things. Mas must prepare a good place to do it", explained Arya while carrying Yasmeen's hair.

Yasmeen could only nod while still not understanding the direction of their conversation.

"It's Yasmeen who went to the bathroom first, huh Mas?"

Yasmeen got out of bed. But spontaneously Arya grabbed his arm until Yasmeen's body melted down again needed Arya. He touched Yasmeen's cheek, behind which the hair covered the girl's forehead. Then guided his face until almost not far away. Yasmeen's lips for the first time.

Warm, it feels so soft and warm. There was no rejection, flowing like raindrops heading towards the estuary. While his thumb stroked Yasmeen's cheek, the other four fingers supported his head.

The kiss ended after a few minutes. Yasmeen was stunned, the activity just now was so foreign to her. But it was fun and comfortable for him.

"Yasmeen want to go to the bathroom now?", asked Arya without explaining the scene just now.

"I... Is it okay to go to the bathroom now?"

"May dear.", Arya blinked her eyes slowly while holding back a laugh.

Yasmeen walked towards the door. Then stop for a second. He turned his body back and asked,

"Mas..so now Yasmeen has to shampoo?"

"Neither dear, not yet.but if Yasmeen wants to shampoo now also can",

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This morning Yasmeen was delivered to the market by Arya on an Abah motorcycle. Yasmeen sat sideways. Tidying up her long skirt. They would shop for a lot of necessities to welcome Aryan parents

"Okayuk oru Mas, we're going now.."

"No need to ah".", Arya replied in a seductive tone.

"Don't want to?"

"Abis Yasmeen is that.."

"Yasmeen tea why?", asked Yasmeen puzzledly.

Arya grabbed Yasmeen's hand and wrapped it around her waist.

"It should be like this, baby.. Yuk left.."

Yasmeen blushed in embarrassment. He rarely rides a motorcycle. And only this time the motorbike was hugged.

This morning was more beautiful than usual. Mas Arya's warm body and soothing aroma, make Yasmeen feel has a 'home'. Arya's right hand holds the steering wheel. His left hand caressed Yasmeen's hand which was coiled around his stomach. Syahdu..

"Bag.."

"Yes dear..",

"Yasmeen wants to say something",

"What dear? I didn't listen.. Try whisking near Mas's ear", he said.

"Then it will be later",

"Lohs... How to fuck.."

Now they sit almost face to face on a motorcycle.

"Yasmeen, what do you want to say? Mas Arya listen..",

"Mas..why stop here? Later embarrassed to see people!", Yasmeen scolded as her eyes swept around.

"It's okay, I want to hear. Yasmeen what are you talking about?"

"No, it's not something that matters.."

"It's important whatever Yasmeen says is important to Mas Arya",

Ah this guy is really good at tossing his heart. Yasmeen who lacked affection since childhood seemed to find happiness again. Moreover, this husband turned out to be the type of man with love language physical touch (indicating affection with touch).

"Mmmm. if again near Mas Arya Yasmeen feel there is something different",

"What's different, baby?",

"Yasmeen's heart rate slowed down, then it was like a butterfly was flying in Yasmeen's stomach and it was amused",

"Dear dear, if so later we go to the doctor?"

"Aaah Mas Arya, he said he wanted to listen to Yasmeen", his whine spoiled.

"Yes, yes, dear. It's mas listen, Mas so like to seduce Yasmeen. Yasmeen is funny", after all",

"Yesterday seems like a lot that Yasmeen wants to say to Aryan mas, but after dealing with mas Yasmeen forget everything. Yasmeen forgot because it turns out to be near the mas it feels as comfortable as this..",

"Yasmeen is love, a feeling that sometimes cannot be expressed in words. It can only be felt here". Arya guided Yasmeen's hand to the chest of her field. Right in the heart until it feels the beat. Yasmeen smiled.

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A toy*ta f*rtuner was seen entering the courtyard of the parlour. From the inside down a couple with a couple of delivery boxes. The orphanage children approach both and help bring down the innate. There Arya was also preparing to welcome her parents.

Arya knelt down before her mother and father and again apologized to them. Requesting permission again for the wedding to take place without the knowledge of his parents first.

They are welcome to enter the pendopo and there Abah and Ummi are also waiting.

"Ifah, please call Yasmeen son, mother and father have come" pinta ummi.

"Good Ummi", though",

Yasmeen came out wearing a one-color robe and a quadrilateral veil. It was the best outfit he had. Although Rudolf paid for it well, Yasmeen had a simple taste. Having 3 special clothes stels, outside the clothes is enough for him.

"Well, this is our pah.", Mama Arya was stunned by Yasmeen's beauty.

"Assalamualaikum, I am Yasmeen", said Yasmeen while kissing the hands of his two in-laws.

"Young boy, call me mamah and he's also your papah now",

Mama Arya hugged him while crying. Likewise Yasmeen who could not resist the novelty and longing for his late parents.

"Mom, papah.. Yasmeen apologized, didn't ask permission before we got married" she explained.

"Son, mamah and papah have been pleased with you. May you be happy until death separates, may soon be blessed with descendants who are sholeha" said papah Arya.

They talked about meeting these two people. Listen to the story from the Abah and Ummi versions. Then they agreed to immediately remarry Arya and Yasmeen officially.

Everything will happen easily. Abah and Arya have arranged the steps so that their marriage legally in the eyes of the law can be carried out tomorrow.

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It's the second night Yasmeen slept in the same room as an adult male. Of course the man was her own husband. They still fill their bridal nights with chatter, occasionally with kisses.

Arya did not want to rush to collect her rights. He wanted to give the best memory for Yasmeen's first experience. But not for him, this is not Arya's first experience.

"Mas.", Yasmeen started a chat.

"Yes dear",

"The child is now 38, Yasmeen is 18. Are you ashamed to introduce Yasmeen to your family later?", asked Yasmeen.

"Why should you be ashamed, dear? Precisely proud mas, mas soul mate turned out to be much younger than mas. Or maybe Yasmeen is embarrassed to have a husband as old as Arya? Arya is already an om-om", though",

"No, I'm not an om-om.. The proof is that Yasmeen did not call 'om' but called him 'mas'.", Yasmeen teased.

"Oh yeah, so mas still handsome huh? Still young dong ya husband Yasmeen?", Arya teased him back.

"But, a man as handsome as a mas and as fast as Arya, has he never approached beautiful women?", Yasmeen fished to dig up information about her husband. The real man he does not know the background of his life.

"Honey, there's one thing that you feel should be said right now. I don't know if Yasmeen will be angry or not. But please listen to the explanation mas Arya first", unexpectedly Arya answered her joke with a tone and discussion that seemed very serious.

"What mas? What exactly does Arya mas already have a lover?, said Yasmeen whose facial water turned into a sad.

"By Allah, Aryan mas has long since emptied hearts for any woman.. And mas is not tied to any special relationship with other women until finally mas married Yasmeen" explained Arya.

"Then what is something serious that I want to convey to Yasmeen?", he asked with an unrelenting feeling.

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Just keep up with this episode. Thank you for reading the story of Yasmeen and Arya. Please read each episode well, so that the story is not cut. ^^^^