My son, not my son

Chapter 9. Melody Memory

"El.... El...., open your eyes, baby!" jerrit Hanai. He patted Ela's face slowly with a very panicked face.

Who wouldn't panic, as long as Ela was in the bathroom, and when Hanai managed to get into the bathroom, he was really aghast. Found Ela lying on her back in the bathroom.

What makes you inexhaustible is, Ela's position is really strange. Did he faint or did he sleep?

Unsuccessful with a pat on the face, Hanai tried to shake the body of Ela who was stretched out so beautifully. His position is so comfortable. Like he just worked rods that drain a lot of energy and eventually tired and overslept.

Even the shock on his body did not produce results.

Hanai was getting confused. It has to be how. And he wondered more. Is this his wife asleep or unconscious?

Fortunately Ela was still wearing a full outfit - the bride's kebaya, so no one made anything in Hanai tense up. But, has Ela taken a shower or not? Many questions were mounting in Hanai's mind.

A few moments later....

"I where? Why is someone shaking my body? Like on a swing? Am I playing a swing? Ah, Ela, Ela. Just like a little kid. The time you were playing swings anyway," Ela murmured inwardly.

"Or am I not in another world? God, I'm not ready to travel to another world. Help me, Lord," he murmured.

He felt his body floating in the air.

While Hanai was carrying her, watching closely Ela's tiny lips that were clamoring indistinctly, making her feel funny and even more anxious

Not to mention the teeth of Ela that banged and the fine snoring that came out of the mouth of his little wife. And also minimalist nose that also kembis kempis. Makes Ela even more adorable to Hanai.

One more step before exiting the bathroom door, Ela opened her eyes. He widened his eyes. And ....

"Let's!" his screeches.

"Who are you? What do you want?" his screeches.

It seemed that her life had not been collected until she did not realize that her husband was carrying her now. That saved him from the cold of the bathroom.

Hanai also became hysterical and panicked. Wonderful, his wife's time didn't recognize him. By reflex, Ela's body slipped out of her arms and fell down.

Bruck

"Aww!" peekkik Ela's. "It hurts" she complained again.

Instantly Ela woke up. "Bang, Nai Why carry me? Me why? My legs aren't paralyzed, are they? How can I be in a carry?" Ela pointed out at length.

"I was in another world" he murmured in his heart.

"Hmm, so many questions. Just realized? You think I'm what? Same time my husband doesn't know?" chirps Hanai doesn't accept.

"I'm sorry, I'm done...."

"Why do you sleep in the bathroom? Make people panic."

"I'm tired, bang. All day standing, greeting the guests, eating is also not appetizing. I finally fell asleep in the bathroom when my body felt the cold inside."

"Basic," said Hanai. He cooed the wife's minimalist nose.

"Even you haven't had a shower at all" he added.

Hanai dongkol already. The first night he imagined, it was not as expected. Failed entirely due to his little wife. Sleep in the bathroom, like there is no room.

"Yes, you take a shower there. It's night. Don't take a cold shower, you'll catch a cold."

"No need to shower, no need to shower. I'm mager."

"No shower, you sleep outside."

"Eh," screech.

Hanai left Ela with a faint smile. While Ela was still gaping with the threat that her husband had just thrown at her.

Even Hanai chose to ignore the repeated screeches of his wife.

Ela finally went into the bathroom because she did not want to realize the threat from her beloved husband.

***

"Hmm, it's so sweet for my wife" said Hanai. He approached Ela who was drying her hair in front of the dresser.

"Hinn, let Brother dry."

"It looks like the hairdryer wears faster to dry, yes" he said.

"No need, bang."

"Lho, why?"

"I'm not used to it. Not strong, my head likes pain withstanding its heatstroke. More accustomed to small towels only," said Ela explained.

"Yes, princess. I will do as you command."

"Partially, the hairdryer is also not there," he said again.

"So?" ela Jerrit.

"Abang just wants to tease you," Hanai interrupted with a laugh.

She smiled at the manner of her husband. Hanai is a humble and romantic type of man. Dating for six months, that's what he saw from Ela besides she was kind, considerate and also not stingy.

"Well, it's dry. Now we sleep yok," he said.

"Numbered, bang. Still wet. I can't sleep if my hair is still damp."

"Oh, so many questions for my wife."

"Hehe." Ela was just a whimper as the answer.

Patiently, Hanai fanned Ela's hair with paper. Hope it gets dry soon. In his heart he was still upset, the first night was served with activities that were strange like this.

""El.." call her slow. His voice is a bit heavy.

"Yes, bang."

"Sleep, yok."

"Not yet drowsy bang."

"Don't know how you can get sleepy quick."

"What?" ask Ela enthusiastically.

"Sports."

"Night-night sports? What sport?"

"Sports bed."

Ela heard her husband's curse. Even he felt ashamed. Her husband's words were not filtered in the least. So easy and frontal Hanai said that sentence.

"But, bang."

Hanai paid no heed to the protest Ela was trying to make. He led his wife to sit at the dresser, while they faced each other, where Hanai stood, cupping both hands to his wife's chubby cheeks.

He stroked Ela's long black mane gently, then turned to Ela's nape.

"Dear."

"Hm."

"Abang..... Now yes...... It's our first night. Can ya?"

Even Hanai's voice sounded hoarse.

"But, bang me...."

"Refusing the sinful husband's wishes."

Ela could not escape at her husband's request. They are halal. And he should have done his duty as his wife, which was to serve her husband.

Ela nodded her head. Makes Hanai happy so much that he can not express with words, due to the signal given by his wife.

The chewy and soft objects also collided, then fused, causing breathing sounds that were panting due to the almost loss of oxygen they both.

They continued something they should have continued. Moreover, they are already a legitimate married couple. Surely the first night is a dream night for every newlywed couple.

The sound of tick tick ticks from the sound of rain, did not even become a barrier for the couple to perform their rituals. However, the cold air temperature further adds to the pleasure of the melody of memory they create.