My Only One's

Second Exam

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"Sir, don't look at me. I'm embarrassed." Amara covered her chest with her left hand, while her right hand and leg were already covered in a cloth she kept a little.

The drama had already started when Galang helped her to take a shower early in the morning once they woke up.

"This is cold, brother. Why the shower?" The woman whines.

"Mh …." The atmosphere was awkward for both of them. This is the first time they are in the situation, especially Galang who has never seen a woman in a state of undressed for the rest of his life until this adult.

The film? The magazine? Believe it or not, he never experienced it at all. Whether as a teenager or an adult. His world was overflowing with hobbies and jobs, making him too busy and not having the opportunity to enjoy other useless things.

"Sister!" Amara who she was sitting in the plastic chair again whined.

"Yes Neng, yes. I want to check the water first, fear it's hot." The man turned on the shower and drained it into the palm of the hand. Ensure that the running water is warm enough for his wife's body.

Bodies.

Ah, the torment is nothing Lang. Her inner being, and she immediately approached Amara who was already undressed.

It flows its plain body with warm water. Moisturize all hair on the head, face to the whole body.

For a moment he turned off the water and put soap on Amara's shoulders and back. Rubbing it gently until the entire back up to the waist of the back is filled with soap foam. Then he returned to his shoulders, massaging him carefully.

"Front." Amara raised her left hand.

"What?" 

"Begging for soap for the front." repeated Amara.

"Let me …." He stopped what he was doing and went forward.

"No, I did!" Amara screeched slightly making the man behind her surprised.

"Why do you always surprise me?" galang Protest.

"That's why it doesn't! I asked for the soap, let me …."

"Yes, why should I scream? He said it's normal, can't he?" The man took out a liquid soap on Amara's palm which she immediately rubbed on the front of her body.

"Finally if you don't shout Brother does not ngeuh. Why did you suddenly become an oon?"

"God! You call your husband oon? Sin knows!"

"Yes, it's over …." Amara laughs.

Can he laugh at a stressful time like this? While I almost had a heart attack. Inner Galang.

"You want to wear shampoo?" bargain later.

"Huum." Amara nodded.

Then Galang put shampoo and then damaged his hair until the foam appeared quite a lot.

"Don't be hard, brother, this is a head not a rock!" Amara muttered as she felt the man's touch on her head quite loudly.

Galang did not answer, but he just turned the ball while grunting quietly.

After being sure he did well, then Galang grabbed the shower and turned it back on. Rinsing off the soapy foam that covered most of Amara's naked body.

"Easy, come?" she said after she rolled up Amara's wet hair with a towel and attached the bathrobe she had asked hospital staff for at dawn.

The man lifted her in a sling as usual, then sat her down on the bedside.

"Sister?"

"Hum?" The man was preparing clothes for her.

"This cast when it opened anyway? I keep wearing this?"

"Yes, if you're fully recovered." The man came back near her.

"Emang yet? Too long?"

"A little more. Even if we recover, we have to be careful. The thing is, it's bone, the healing is long."

"Oh yeah?"

"That's it." Galang.

"Why?"

"Where was this to wear? The top or the bottom?" The man picked up a pair of black d*ian d*lam belonging to Amara.

"It used to be down."

"okay." Then Galang bent his body to attach the mini triangle to Amara's legs while hiding his face which suddenly turned red.

Everything was first for him and he was really not used to it. But this is what he must do because it has become his right and obligation, right? There was a nurse, but she had to get used to it. What's more after coming home from the hospital later, everything will really be his duty completely. 

He raised the object to almost cover the ar*a pr*badi Amara, and pulled his wife over for a moment to make sure it was properly attached.

"Here?" Galang grasped a medium-sized bra and again his face looked flushed. His brain immediately floated out of nowhere as he stared at the thin cloth in his hand.

Amara let the bathrobe that originally wrapped his body was pulled loose by Galang. Although he felt ashamed, but resigned because there was no other choice.

It was the same first for him, and he was not used to it. But everything has to start from here, right? Especially with his condition like this, of course it is Suaminyah who will take care of everything for him.

The error again had to suppress the beat that began to craze. This time his torment increased many times over. Just imagine, in front of him emblazoned real body makeup wife who already belongs to him.

Neckline, smooth skin, a sultry chest that he believed had not been touched by anyone. Of course, everyone also knew that there was no one closer to Amara than her. And that's the best part.

And now, on their new status, it is his right to touch and do whatever he wants to Amara but the present situation is not possible. 

It's really frustrating!

Galang painstakingly linked his bra hooks with positions such as cuddling and their chests almost stuck to each other. And this is quite awkward at the same time feels intimate for both.

"Hum?"

"This …." The woman moved her left knee to get away from Galang when she felt something hard coming into contact with her. And that feels uncomfortable.

"Be quiet, you've woken her up." The voice whispered when he realized something.

"What?"

"The Ulil." The man with his low voice.

"Huh?"

"It's nothing, just ...."

"But …."

Galang pulled her head after she finished putting the bra hook behind Amara's body.

He scanned that fresh looking plain face for some time and enjoyed every second of it in earnest. There was nothing he wanted to miss after this.

One hand touched Amara's lips while the other rest rested on the bed.

"Sister, the dress ..." The woman had not finished her sentence, Galang had landed a kiss on the tiny lips.

Sipping it wholeheartedly like he had just done it. It was so deep as if he was willing to spend it right then and there. Her warm, wet tongue gently swept away Amara's two pink springy hemispheres, which made her lips lulled and lulled.

He immediately replied to the message with pleasure. Reply sipping as well as he can, then enjoy it as if there is nothing he can do besides that. Until the sound of decapitation was in the air filled the treatment room that morning.

Galang continued to stretch and close his body to Amara, and his hands soon explored the beautiful curves of the woman.

Their breath was already roaring and consciousness was almost disappearing as the desire was already overpowering when the voice of people conversing at the door. Make Galang immediately release the fondling.

"Sister?" The door was knocked and pushed from the outside. And there was Dygta's face emerging from the gap he opened.

"Away awake?" he asked, and the woman widened the door.

"It." Galang gulped his saliva with difficulty to control the turmoil of taste and tightness in the lower part of his body.

"Have a shower?" Mytha appeared later.

"Already Ma, um .. Ma." replied Galang again who immediately pulled the bathrobe that had been separated from Amara's body.

"Ah, .. when we're in a hurry? You afraid of hassles?" Dygta immediately entered, as did Mytha.

"The Udah was built from Mommy's dawn." replied Amara.

"Huh? Morning very Lang?"

"Yes Mom. Uh, Mom. Today I want to work." Even the answer answered.

"Lho's? Did you not get a vacation? In Nikolai Group right if newly married can leave, at least one week?"

"I didn't take it."

"Why?" Mytha interrupted.

"It is intentional, so that later Ara can accompany the operation until healing."

"Oh."

"Ih, .. Brother so sweet would like to nemenin I'm oprasi." Amara hugged the waist of the man who was still nearby.

"Yes, mm .. of course ... Hehe." And made Galang wrong because of his behavior.

"Hm …." Dygta looks terrible.

"Keep you leave at what time? It's already half eight." Mytha spoke again.

"Umm ... It should be by now Ma, but .. Ara is not done yet." Galang glanced at Amara who had a head on her chest.

"Yes, get ready. You'll have bad luck." Mytha immediately approached and half chased him away.

"But Ara hasn't finished dressing Ma."

"Mama help, now you get ready to work there!" said Mytha again who pushed her daughter-in-law away.

"Mh …."

"Why don't you call the sisters anyway? It was her job to help Ara. How do you take care of it yourself?" the girl who helped her daughter get dressed.

Even the stumbling silent.

"Lang?" Dygta called out to the man who was still there.

"Yes Mom?"

"Go to work, it's eight." The woman reminded, which made Galang immediately prepare to then go to work.

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