My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter LXXXII

Mariana squirming. His body feels very tired. Wake up sitting tight, while stretching the muscles of his body that feels low. Glancing at the left side, Andreas was still asleep. Her memory returned at her wedding two days ago.

While the party was going on, there were some drunken youths. Intersecting each other, finally there was a fight. It was fortunate that Abang Budi and his men quickly acted to divorce them. Understand it, young man. Blood is still hot. Likes to defend the ego, for the sake of self-respect. Boys, it's common.

Despite the chaos, the party continued. The other young man kept jiggling, rocking his hips. Cacha, dolo-dolo, no matter what kind of song, as long as the music is playing, the dance floor won't be empty. Especially when the girls find out there is a former guitarist of the band Kaula, the more festive Mariana's party house. They even asked for Mikel's signature. So what does the bride and groom do?

Don't ask. Mariana and Andreas won't miss. Mariana is the biggest. Several times also Mariana jogged with Mikel, her sister-in-law. For him, this was the last time he gave up his bachelor, even though he had a wife since last afternoon. While Andreas, the man sat more, chatted with the young men who sat near the DJ.

The party goes on until the sun is out. All night the couple did not sleep. Don't ask about the wedding night. That has never happened in the history of weddings in East Flores.

Mariana lay down next to Andrew. Her memory drifted back as mama called her to get ready for her honeymoon. All night without sleep, immediately told to take a shower. Mariana did not comply. It was just washing the face, feet, and hands. Not forgetting to brush your teeth. A little perfume is sprayed all over the body just to get rid of the smell of sweat. Andreas as well. It does the same thing.

Mariana refused to go on a honeymoon to Bali. For him, tourist attractions in East Flores are also many that he has not visited. If so far as honeymoon, the island of Konga is no less beautiful. However, his father-in-law insisted on honeymoon in Bali. Mariana also gave up. No need to argue, let alone the father-in-law who incurred the cost. Rather than refuse, it is better to accept it. After all, he has nothing to lose.

Before they leave, Tari hands over her suitcase. I don't know since when his brother who was that one prepared all his needs. Some villagers who knew they were going on their honeymoon were whispering in the back.

"That's a good thing, yes, Ana married someone's child. Maybe he's the first person in our village to go on a honeymoon." The others just laughed in response.

"That's his sustenance" said another.

"Hope my daughter gets a husband like Mr. Ande." That's how the villagers are.

When Om Alo wanted to buy a plane ticket, Mariana refused. He reasoned, using a sea ship is more fun. Sailing while washing your eyes enjoying the beauty of the sea. The idea was accepted by the father-in-law. Andreas also agreed. Cruise from the port of Larantuka to the port of Bolok Kupang for fifteen hours using a Ferry, then change by boat Awu, sailing from Kupang to Bali travel for two days, travel for two days, it exhausts the body.

Eating is not full because the food in the boat is always provided a little. Sleep because they are afraid that someone will take a chance when they sleep. Bathing is not alkaline, like buffalo because others are waiting their turn. Sleeping with other passengers. Mariana felt sorry for her husband. It was common to stay up late, but, Andreas did not. But the man did not complain.

As they stood on the deck of the ship, the man so enjoyed their voyage. See how beautiful the sea view is. The fish that appear above sea level, the seagulls that fly in search of prey.

The rolling waves hit the body of the ship. Pay attention to other passengers of various ships. Heard them speaking a different language. How fun. That's what Andreas said when Mariana asked about his circumstances.

Then, their small debate when they arrived at the Leaf Hotel Bali Seminyak. Mariana smiled as she recalled the incident this morning. Andrew asked for two rooms, but Mariana refused. The reason, if the father-in-law only prepared one room and all their needs. He would report to his father, if Andreas dared to rent two rooms. The man had to accept.

When he got to the room, Andreas wanted to master the bed. However, Mariana once again denied.

"This is our honeymoon. You and me. How could I sleep on the couch. It won't," he said, clucking his waist.

Finally, there was a war of pillows, attraction, refusal to fight over the ownership of the bed. However, both now dominate the bed making the pillow bolster as a barrier.

Mariana woke up after feeling her rest was enough. He glanced at the clock on his phone screen. The time has shown at 18:00 WITA. Footsteps kept swinging towards the bathroom.

When he came out, Andrew was awake, sitting on the bed. Mariana walked to the table, took a glass of water and gave it to Andreas. The man just looked at it.

"Take it!"

"What's wrong, I'll take it myself." He is not usually served. Ever since she left, she has been taking care of herself. Wash, cook, eat, wear, it is common to do it yourself.

"Take it, let's just say we're training!" Mariana grabbed Andreas' hand, putting the glass into his grasp.

"Exercise?" Andreas.

"Well, husband and wife training. So that when you're with a future wife, you're used to it" he said as he passed by sitting on the sofa.

Andreas said no more. He sipped the water in the glass. "What time is it?" tanyakanya.

"Nearly seven o'clock, ni," replied Mariana, "want to eat here or outside?"

"You, how? Want to eat out or at the hotel?"

"I'll just come with you."

Andreas silence. "We'll order hotel food. I'm lazy to get out."

"Okay, I'm lazy to come out too. Want to sleep in the room."

Andreas got off the bed, passed towards the bathroom. Mariana followed him, while carrying a towel that she had picked up from inside Andreas' suitcase. The man was shocked when he realized Mariana was behind him.

"Where are you going?" Andreas holds the door leaf, blocking Mariana's path.

"Prepare your needs, to," he replied.

"No need," he said as he took the towel from Mariana's grasp. The girl just chuckled amusedly at the sour look on Andreas' face.

"You go order food!" andreas's orders. Mariana complied.

***

Andreas's Turn. He takes a card on the deck, gets a curly ace. The corner of his lips pulled up to the ear, then threw out the six love number card. 'May I win this time!' Heart whispered. In his hand there are four aces, J curls, the magic six and seven. So, he was waiting for the number five or eight.

Seeing Andreas smile, Mariana began to be on her guard. His eyes took turns staring at the cards at the dump and the cards that were inside his hand. It has the J, Q, and K cards of spades, the number two, three, four of hearts, and the last of the Jokers.

This time Mariana was again grim like a rotten clam. He winks meaningfully.

"Mr Perjaka, your forehead is broken. What part of the flick do I want?" he asked, laughing out loud until the bed they were sitting on creaked.

"Cis, we'll see! This time you're not necessarily winning."

Mariana took the five and six of hearts at the dump, then put them together with the two, three, and, the four of hearts she had, put them on the bed. Then followed by the cards J, Q, and K spades, then he discards the Joker as a cover.

Andreas's face was sour. He just threw away his card. "You cheated," he said, "how could you have won all the time. I've only been twice." He flung his body, lying on his back to Mariana. It's been an hour since they played cards, after dinner last night. It had been several rounds, but Andreas had only won twice. That's why Andreas' heart feels hot. He feels deceived.

"Eh! You saw it for yourself, right? I'm not cheating." Mariana took Andreas' hand. "Come here! You haven't been punished yet" he continued.

Andreas, however, was flinching. His body was like a dry log. He did not want to turn his body. Mariana also did not want to lose. She tried to step over Andreas, wanting to occupy her husband's body, in order to snap Andreas' forehead. However, his attempt failed. Andreas rejects Mariana before the girl does the action, making Mariana fall backwards over the card scattered on the bed.

"We play one more time" Andreas's pinta, rising from his bed.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I'll win this time." Andrew fixed his sitting position. Mariana did the same.

The girl collects the cards, shuffles them and then divides a seven-card hand. Andreas grunts at the card.

"Reframe! Your hand majal. Look at my card ugly all!" Mariana's forehead shriveled by a thousand. I don't understand Andreas's behavior.

"Then you're the one who shakes."

Andreas did too. After splitting the cards, he arranged in the order. His face was back in pain.

"What's this? Ai, you play by yourself! All the ugly cards." Andreas put his card on the bed, then lay back to Mariana. For some reason, his mood deteriorated. Maybe because during sleep earlier he dreamed of Rena, who came home to collect a promise after a long disappearance.

Mariana bowed to look at Andreas's card. After researching for a while, he said, "Master Virgin, having you is not bad. An ace has two, five and six curly, two-vajik, nine-spades, K-spades."

He also compared his cards and Andreas, then looked at one by one the cards on the deck. Mariana finally played by herself.

Suddenly ....

Put put put put!

Put put put put!

The sound of toxic bombs coming from Andreas' anal canal in succession rattled the entire hotel room. Surprised, Mariana tumbled backwards, while covering her nose. The girl then refused Andreas using her legs, until the man fell out of bed.

"Mr Perjaka, you're farting, don't excuse me. You farted in front of me, you know." Mariana flicked her hands away the poisonous smell that inhabited her nasal cavity.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it" Andreas said, re-positioning his butt on the bed, then leaning on the head of the bed.

"No manners, e, Mr. Virgin! When you fart in front of my face."

"Will wind."

"What?"

"You said I wasn't polite, but you were the same. You're a girl, but your language is very rude. Bu-ang a-ngin ...."

"What difference?" Mariana protested.

"certainly different. Throw away the wind, the language is more polite. Smoother, than a fart."

Andreas stroked his stomach. "My stomach is bloated."

"Bingo" said Mariana, flicking a finger in front of Andreas.

"What?"

"How about we change the game?"

"What game?"

"The sound of a fart, who has the strongest sound. Ha-ha-ha!"