My Favorite You's

Hotel

The image stared at the hotel room on the tenth floor in astonishment. The view of the city is seen from above so beautiful as a sea of stars that twinkled. On the balcony there is a table filled with food with candles that become the lights.

"What's wrong with all this?" Citra asked, her mouth had not yet closed due to her amazement. Previously, who was so panicked to hear the word hotel called, now he did not regret at all being in that place even though he had time to also see a king-size bed with flowers shaped hearts on it. After all, the first night's business was still a frightening specter for him.

"Yes. Likey? " Mr. Arif pulled the chair to allow Citra to sit.

Mangosteen image. "Like hot. Jena take a photo first. Want to show off to the kids" he said took HP out of his bag. This photo he will send in the group for a ganjing shock there.

Mr. Arif. He let Citra take photos as much as possible. It was great to see his wife smiling happily.

"Have you?" He asked when Citra put the phone back in the bag.

"Udah." Anguk Citra cheerful.

"Prayer first."

The image of removing the spoon on the plate when Mr. Arif reprimanded him who wanted to put food in the mouth. She raised her hand following her husband to recite a prayer.

"Good meal." He said after he accepted the good prayer.

Both are involved in eating. Mr. Arif had reminded before that Citra did not chat while eating. The man is indeed slowly insert new habits in everyday Citra as for example always say bismillah when doing something and also the rule not to talk that is not important when eating.

"Alhamdulillah." The image rests on his back fullness. "Good food. Try Jena can cook like this."

"Can learn." Said Mr. Arif, doing the same thing, leaning on the chair.

"Yes anyway. Can Arif find this place? Warm cool. Unfortunately, it is cloudy to be an invisible star. " Picture looks up at the sky.

"Let's take a look at the stars more clearly and a lot."

"You wantuu." The image straightened his body enthusiastically. "When?" tanyanya is impatient.

Mr. Arif chuckled, rubbing his forehead the image of "God willing if your school business is all done."

"Really yes? Jen's tagged on her promise."

Mr. Arif nodded, "Yes, Ms. Jen."

"Yeeeeee." The image cheered happily impatiently waiting for that moment to arrive.

"Now say the same Mas, yesterday was Jena want to say what?" Tagged Mr. Arif. Not yet Citra expressed her desire even overslept. Finally it was Mr. Arif who took him to the room.

"Oh that--" Image's face turned unpleasant. Mr. Arif realized it but this time he let Citra ventured to speak.

"It's about-the-ggg." The image looked up, looking at Mr. Arif hesitantly. The man waited patiently for her. "On Mas Sama Jena."

"What's that?"

The image moistened his lips before returning to say, "Emmmm, about the first night."

Deg.

Mr. Arif vertical. Not thinking Citra will discuss it. Although it sounds a bit awkward but it is indeed something that should be discussed.

"What happened to the first night?"

The image lowered, Suddenly did not dare to reveal the contents of his head let alone see the serious face of Mr. Arif. He was in class when he made a mistake. "Ngg-Ne is not so." Eventually disconnected.

Mr. Arif let out a short sigh, "Mbak Jen isn't ready yet?" Guess Mr. Arif. There was nothing he could think of but going there. Seeing the image that is still rigid to him, obviously the child thought about this problem.

The image lowered even deeper, "Sorry Jena, Mas. Jena's afraid. People say it hurts."

Heh?

Mr. Arif until he looked. As bright as that Citra said it. He cleared his throat, freeing his suddenly dry throat. Not only Citra, he was also worried but not to the point of scaring her.

"See who it's from?" Mr. Arif wants to know where the negative suggestion was obtained by Citra.

"Article, trus of friends too."

"Which friends? Did they ever do that?" Her BK teacher mode started to appear. If friends are automatic students at school.

Direct image of the wave. Although many of his friends who claim to have done it does not mean he will tell it to Mr. Arif right? "From the internet is also fast." Answer Original. Only if Mr. Arif undermines it with this discussion. "Mas, sleepy." he switched the subject. This topic is too close to the brink to talk about. Salah fell down a bit and ended up at the school's court table.

"This is the flower why do models love anyway sir? The parallel can." The image pointed to the unhappy flower model. Just make nethink.

"Mas."correct Mr. Arif, "Maybe the officer knew he was just making this model." His words are as plain as his wife.

"The lights are also dim. Why anyway? Electricity can't pay what?" Again, Citra commented on something that Mr. Arif did not know had to explain how if he was not the manager of this hotel so that it could manage everything. Besides the lights are still bright, I don't know which parts are dimly lit.

"The blanket is also why only one. It smells great again."

"Don't be afraid. I'm the man who holds the promise." Said Mr. Arif starting to understand what this Papi girl was thinking. It's definitely about the night mood of the bride who's been looming in her head.

The image no longer commented. He placed his bag on the nightstand and sat at the end of the bed, watching the room closely. It was designed for newlyweds like them.

"Why would you like to do something?" Citra asked in panic when she saw Mr. Arif take off the top button of his checkered shirt.

Mr. Arif's forehead frowned, "Dress off. Why?"

"Why removed? Pake aja's. It's not cold." The image diverted his attention elsewhere when Mr. Arif instead removed his second and third buttons. Sorry, the limits of the man's aura are from the center to the knee but did you know that the chest of the field also makes the vibrate especially for innocent teenagers whose brains are not far from the box six, but did not know the men, box eight. Tear bread is also lost prestige if dibandingin.

"You take a shower, Jen's mom." Said Mr. Arif patiently. If it was not him who had to be patient, maybe this household would only be a butterfly. Expecting more patience is like expecting a dollar rain.

"Jaudah shower. Don't have to dress here. There's a minor here."

Mr. Arif who was about to take off his clothes stopped. He pinched his gaze at Citra who pretended to be busy counting the flower petals nearby. Maybe he can play around for a while with this wayward student of his.

The image shifted his body up to the middle as Mr. Arif sat beside him. "Why would you like to do something?" great-grandson alert.

"Sit near Mas try." Mr. Arif pulled Citra's leg which immediately made his wife wary.

"You promised me." With panic Citra tried to pull his leg which was also pulled by Mr. Arif.

"Yes. Here, I just want to talk."

"If you want to say yes, you don't need to stop. Jena's afraid. It looks like a pervert on tv."

Suddenly Mr. Arif laughed, "Oh Allah, Ma'am Jenaaa. Here and there, "he patted the mattress beside her.

"No way." The image shook strongly.

Mr. Arif stopped his laughter, he took off his hands from Citra's feet and went up to the bed sitting cross-legged in front of Citra.

"Here's my hug to fear it's gone." He carefully drew Citra's hand while measuring to what extent this wife gave him the limit.

Submissive image. He approached, then fell in the arms of Mr. Arif.

"Mbak Jen heard Mas's heartbeat? Hurry." His words rubbed the back of Citra who was silent in her arms. "Mas is also the first time with women. Scared, ada. Confused too. Just like Jen's mom."

"But Mas Arif, his face was calm, Jena, look."

"I'm male. If we both show it then who will lead?! I believe the same with Arif. Jen's mom will be safe. Until then Jen will be sure, we will talk about it again."

"Mas Arif will wait?"

Mr. Arif nodded, "God willing. Marriage is not just a bodily relationship, Jen, although it is indeed a path that God has paused for his servant to channel the need."

The image nodded, say he was naughty but Pak Arif's chest was firm, good to lean on, his skin soft, the fragrance was addictive, this is if the khilaf can be forgiven?

"But please cooperate, Ms. Jen. If it's like this I'm afraid of the khilaf." Mr. Arif parsed their embrace as he felt the soft lips of Citra touch his skin. Although unintentional, it is still dangerous.

The image of covering his face was embarrassed, "Sorry, intentionally. The abisnya scented."

"ASTAGHFIRULLAH" The bearded Mr. Arif almost fell to his hearing.

It is hard to fight alone. Patience Mas Ariiif. Sabaaaar.

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