My Favorite You's

First Night

Image surprised almost squealed when out of the bathroom with only a towel limited to the knee and found Mr. Arif was sitting on the bed while turning the page of a book titled wedding gift that he bought several days after Mr. Arif proposed to him officially in front of the family. Was he in the bathroom too long to forget that there was Mr Arif here?! God, it looks like he needs healing to restart his brain so he can use it again.

"It's over?" Mr. Arif hurriedly lowered his head when he saw Citra wearing only a towel standing in front of the bathroom door with her wet hair. He again pretended to be busy reading the book in his hand even though his brain was not in place. It is no secret that the Javanese girl has a sweet and attractive face but sees it with circumstances like this, Mr. Arif to be confused must interpret it as a gift or a catastrophe.

Seeing Mr. Arif back busy himself, Citra immediately rushed to the closet and carelessly pulled the clothes from his pile and immediately ran back inside the bathroom.

Huf huf huf.

The image breathed heavily, leaning against the door while calming his marathon heartbeat. For God's sake, he could die young this way. It's their first night. His brain was already stained by the messages he had read on the internet how the first night had gone. Hot activities. Astagfirullah. The image smothering his own mouth that wanted to scream loudly was unable to imagine it happening between him and Mr. Arif. Can he just faint and wake up officially with the seal removed? Could such a thing happen? Yes it is possible if Mr. Arif possessed the jinn of a mango tree at his school and transformed into a jerk. Of course it was impossible because the man was full of adab and manners. Open the door to the wife's room just use the event for permission. Of course, if you want to open another permit will be more solemn. Aye right? Well, that dirty mind he must get away in the closet so that tonight he can pass in a living state.

Beres was wearing a daisy patterned nightgown, Image with trembling hands opened the bathroom door knob. He saw that Mr. Arif was sitting on a prayer mat behind him. Behind him was another prayer and also a face.

Mr. Arif turned his head, smiling gently at his little wife. "It's wudhu, right?"

Citra nodded, hesitatingly approaching the prayer mat and wearing the face that Mr. Arif had prepared.

Mr. Arif then stood up to lead the prayer and behind him Citra became his makmum. This is what he often sees in videos of how a dream wedding began. Since the agreement and continued to pray together. The things that Citra Kepoi when Pak Arif began to express his desire to get married and ask her to consider it. Although until now Citra has not known the reason Mr. Arif chose it among the good women out there who have touched his life. Isn't it strange that his model is still a burden on his parents and this world was chosen by an Arif Rahman who turned out to have a lot of treasure to see from the dowry he received from the man?!

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah." Mr. Arif turned to the right and left, ending his prayer. After reciting and praying that was observed by Citra.

Mr. Arif smiled gently as Citra endured it, kissing the back of her hands gently. For a moment the two said nothing, just sat facing each other with their respective minds.

"Mr Jen is sleepy?" Asked Mr. Arif when Citra suddenly evaporated because of the quiet atmosphere created in the room.

"Mother isn't sleepy?" Ask the Image back. Frankly, he was already very tired after a day of greeting many guests when it was just a deal, not to mention the reception whose invitation was up to a thousand people who would be held after Citra took his massage.

"Not yet." Mr. Arif replied briefly. In front of him Citra bit her lips in panic. Maybe Mr Arif wants to take his rights tonight?

"Sir."

"Hm?"

"Jeco talk a minute." He said that twisting the edge of his face did not dare to look at Mr. Arif.

"What are you talking about?" Ask Mr. Arif to pay attention to the behavior of Citra which looks like it keeps a lot of things in its head.

"Actually I'm afraid, sir." Tweet slowly.

"Fear what? Has anyone bullied Jen's mom?"

The image shook, "Not that."

"Then?" Mr. Arif took both hands Citra who more actively twisted his face to make his newly gifted goods was tangled.

The image that his hands held like that grew even more cold sweat. Especially when Mr. Arif stroked the back of his hand with his thumb softly.

"Attent." Mr. Arif interrupted Citra's remarks, "If I ask Mbak Jen to change the call for me how?"

The image blinked innocently, staring at the man who was also staring gently at him.

"Beyond school, just call Mas, mind?"

"Call Mas?" Beo Citra's.

"Yes, like Alul. Later at school, call me again. Jen's mom mind?"

The image shook still with her innocent expression "No."

A small smile rose on Mr. Arif's face, "Try, I want to hear."

"Now?"

Mr. Arif nodded, "Let Mbak Jen get used to it."

The image bit his inner cheek, his eyes rotated not daring to look at Mr. Arif who had not cut his eyes off from him.

"Mas." The image was slow, almost inaudible.

"Try harder, I'll hear you again."

The image emboldened me to look at Mr. Arif, "Mas Arif" he said more clearly.

Mr. Arif smiled until his molar teeth were seen. Pulling Citra in his arms without giving a warning before, "Yes, this is Mas Arif Mbak Jen" he said while peeping Citra's head covered face many times.

The image of the first time in the embrace of foreigners especially Mr. Arif, immediately stiffened. His back was stiff but on tap docked until his nose now swiped on Mr. Arif's chest, smelling a pleasant fresh scent of the perfume the man was wearing. Slowly, though with trembling hands, she ventured out a hand around her husband's waist to return his embrace. Instead of being hugged by a girlfriend like her friends' stories, Citra even immediately felt the embrace of her husband which turned out to feel very comfortable. So comfortable, tau-tau when opening the eyes, dawn azan already reverberated.

"Good Morning, Jenaya." The soft greeting made Citra surprised. He looked at the origin of the voice. Mr. Arif was standing in front of the closet dressed in cocoa clothes with a fresh face.

The image immediately unfolds the blanket and approaches it, looking at it for a moment, looking at it as if making sure in front of it that humans are not hallucinations. So did Mr. Arif who saw it with a frown.

Citra raised her hand then slowly, before Mr. Arif could dodge, her hand had already stamped the cheek a bit hard.

"God." Mr. Arif holds his cheek on the claw nails Citra that has not been cut. "Why did you pinch Mas?"

In front of him Citra widened, closed her mouth in shock, then ran out of the room while shouting, "PAPIIIIIIIIIIII THERE IS A TURTLEUUUUUP!!! "

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