My Perfect Bestie, No! Husbands!

Prologues

Tasya did not expect that her little friend had now risen in rank to become her husband. Things that were never really thought of at first. For Tasya, he just wanted to keep an Aldo Prayoga forever a friend. But fate says that he should keep Al as his partner.

The lavish wedding event worked and went smoothly thanks to the support of their families and those closest to them.

Now the two are in the bride's car, they are not staying anywhere because tomorrow afternoon will immediately go on a honeymoon to Lombok, Tasya's dream place.

"You're beautiful" Al praised his wife.

"I got to bosen to know about it. Count, how many times have you said I'm beautiful?" Tasya asked, who was looking at Al.

"You're so pretty, here I kiss." Al brought his face closer to Tasya, but Tasya swiftly closed Al's lips so as not to touch him.

Al took Tasya's hand off her lips. "Why can't you?"

"Later see the driver," said Tasya half whispered.

It's weird, isn't it? Al kissed her in front of a crowd but she was happy, now she refuses, fearing to be seen by the driver. Tasya is like this.

"So in front of a lot of people is not ashamed?" Al Syndir.

"Different, if you want to."

"When later?" Al asked half teasingly.

"Later home, Al!" Firmly Tasya who seemed afraid of the gaze of her husband.

Al chuckles and carries Tasya in his arms. Come to think of it, the struggle to get Tasya was not easy, but now he was relieved because Tasya was already his.

At half-elevenpm, they finally reached the Al residence. The others had not arrived yet because they still had to take care of some things there.

Tasya and Al get out of their bridal car. But when they entered the house, Tasya suddenly grimaced. "Awww shhh sick."

The panicked Al immediately followed the direction of Tasya's hand which was now holding both of his legs. "Why you?"

"My feet are very sick, scuffed by the power. Ayok," asked Tasya again, he wanted to hurry to the room, his body had crumbled all like that.

Al anyway according to him, but he was quite sultry looking at Tasya's path which was a little strange. Be him directly carrying Tasya e brydal and up the stairs.

"Ihhh even though I can walk alone," Tasya said as she pursed her lips.

"Later sicker, Shay. Add blisters later, nadir aja same husband!" Al said firmly.

"Judah is a husband." Tasya smiled and helped Al open the door. Tasya was a little surprised by the arrangement of Al's room now. Why are there so many flowers? Nuansanya also so as in horror movies according to Tasya, the lights are dead only rely on candle lighting.

"Are we told to pick this up?" Tasya asked plainly as Al sat her on the edge of the bed.

Al heard Tasya's words. It could be Tasya thinking far to there. "Why do you think you're going to mop?"

"Yes the room is dark, many candles are just like flowers. Kaya wants to do it anyway," replied Tasya as it were.

"If these people say the name is romantic" said Al while stroking the top of Tasya's head.

Tasya jerky, boro-boro romantic. There he does not want to be in this room because it is like in a horror film according to Tasya.

"Here we gotta sleep here?" Tasya asked who turned her head to Al.

Al nodded. "Well, will you be in Zea's room?"

Tasya shook his head quickly, but he was also worried. Al noticed Tasya's confused face. "Why, Tasya?"

"Serem, you know for yourself that sleep can not be stopped by the lights," said Tasya.

Al was silent, oh yes he forgot. Yes no matter the truth, Al also does not know why his room should be decorated like this by the people of the house, creating a romantic atmosphere of course Al jaganya without the need for any property.

Al lit the lights, the two of them were finally busy shutting down and moving the candles to the table. It is like a child when calculated from the age of those who have stepped on 24 years.

Al smashed the head of his wife who was back sitting on the edge of the bed. Slowly he helped Tasya open the heels that had made him suffer a few hours back.

Sure enough, his legs were already scuffed. Al came to grimace to see it. "Judah you take a shower now. I'll take his foot."

Tasya nodded, he complied. This part of his body already feels sticky to think of. Tasya certainly will not be comfortable with conditions like this.

But for a moment Tasya thought, what clothes should he wear tonight? She hasn't moved her clothes here yet, and Al says they're moving into a new house after their honeymoon.

"Al, what clothes am I wearing? I didn't bring clothes" Tasya said.

"Oh, said the mother was caught in the bathroom. You use it, I also want to clean in the bathroom outside so it's more flat."

"Oh, okay." Tasya smiled briefly and walked towards the bathroom. While Al walks into the closet to pick up the towel and also his clothes.

Suddenly though. "ALLA."ALL." Shouted Tasya from the bathroom.

Al flinched and immediately followed to the bathroom that had not been locked. "Why?" Ask Al in panic.

"I can't open the dress" said Tasya, who is still trying to grab her back zipper.

Al chuckles. Petite girl, her hands are too short indeed to reach the zipper which is quite difficult for the wearer.

Al was normal, but shit. Why is it that when it opens there are no more barriers? Now only the interior and also the smooth back of Tasya in front of him.

Al took his breath, trying to hold back the strange thoughts that had sprung up. It can't be if he's lingering here. "Bas petite, yaudah cepet bath. Wear warm water!"

"Yes-yes, Mr. State," Tasya said with a smile and held back the front of her dress as she looked at Al.

Al kissed Tasya's forehead at a glance and exited the bathroom. At least he can breathe a sigh of relief now. Yes Al normal men, who try not hot cold if presented like that.

Usually Tasya will linger in the bathroom, he also wants to soak actually, but considering this is almost eleven o'clock at night makes Tasya shudder in horror if Al scolded him for slowness in the bathroom, but given that, so he just took a regular shower and also rinsed his hair because it was a little hairspray.

After the bath, Tasya immediately dried his hair and body. He saw the clothes that were already available there. Yes Tasya was happy so she didn't have to go home first.

He was wearing his underwear, but when he was going to wear the clothes available there his eyes widened. Thin lace clothes and from any aspect if Tasya wear it will clearly be visible inside his body.

"ALLLLLLLLLL!!" Shouted Tasya again.

Al who just opened the door of his room back in shock, what else makes Tasya scream at this hour? Good thing the others have not reached home, try if they exist?

What do they think of Al? Torturing his wife the first night? Ahhh yes this is the fate of being a husband Tasya.

Al knocked on the bathroom that was still locked, then slowly Tasya opened and looked at him from the door slit.

"Why, Yes? Why else?" Complain Al.

"That's Mother why love her clothes rich lack material anyway, Al. I pinjem your shirt or what cake, when I wear this shirt shamaluuuu," whined Tasya while holding out the clothes that she can inside on Al but still hold the door.

Al scowled and saw the clothes Tasya gave him. Al chuckles, he knows that his mother deliberately gave the clothes to Tasya. Yes if Tasya is uncomfortable Al can what? The first night should be about the comfort of both.

"You're laughing, Al!" Upset Tasya.

"Sorry, undress if it's not wrong to be here."

Al walked towards the closet, not forgetting to keep the illegal clothes there, Tasya would come back screaming if not hidden. Enough to make ear penging the problem.

"Well, see you." Tasya often stay overnight, yes that's the use now. The clothes he left behind could be worn.

Al gave Tasya his usual hotpant while relaxing at home and also his oversize t-shirt. "Nih, take a quick. The wind will catch."

Tasya nodded and immediately went back in after getting what he needed. "Thank you."

Tasya breathed a sigh of relief, well if this is safe. A fresh body coupled with comfortable clothes. He can sleep like this.

Al smiled, really. Looks like it's the strangest first night he's ever heard.