My Soulmate's

The Lingerie Tragedy

Kalycha's lips still felt stiff, his tongue seemed to freeze. It was difficult for her to say the word that the man who had just been asked to say a few hours ago officially became her husband.

"Come, try calling me darling." Haidar is getting excited about teasing Kalycha.

"S-sa–." Kalycha stood up from her seat and threw out her own hand. "Icha can't Om–." Kalycha walked over wanting to avoid Haidar who got up from his bed.

"Sini–, you must be punished. Why call Om again." Haidar approached Kalycha who kept me retreating backwards.

"Not even Om, don't kiss Icha again."

There was a chase in the spacious hotel room. They smiled and laughed at each other as children chased and dodged, not exactly as they had seen in the dramas.

The one who benefits is Haidar because it can be free to move while Kalycha has difficulty moving because of her large and heavy wedding dress.

"Can!" haidar shouted while hugging his wife's waist.

"Udah dong don't kiss Icha anymore." Kalycha covered her mouth trying to keep her face away from Haidar.

"Why? You're my wife, so I have every right to do anything. And if I ask for my right now, I have the right to do it."

"But–."

Cup.

Haidar kissed Kalycha's lips again. Haidar felt anxious to see his wife was helpless in his arms.

"Call me baby."

"Iya-iya Icha call me dear but don't kiss me anymore." Kalycha buried her head in the field of Haidar. "And don't ask for it now" he said slowly.

Haidar smiled at his wife's innocence. Then hugged Kalycha's body heavily.

"Did Brother Haidar love me? Why does he keep kissing me, even hugging me this tight."

"Om, uh honey, I can't breathe."

Haidar let go of his embrace. Then walk while holding Kalycha to his bed.

"Are you going to sleep in this dress of yours? Do you feel sorry for taking it off?"

"Cih, I was gonna call Anty Dara. But his HP is dear to snatch."

"She's eloquently calling me darling. Hehe." Haidar smiled as Kalycha called him Sweetheart without coercion.

"What's Dara calling for?"

"You're asking me to open this dress. My hands won't open the buttons."

"Why don't you wake me up?" Haidar still pretended not to know with his wife's difficulties.

"So Om, ops wrongly means dear already asleep, Icha ga yang yangnya wakein."

"Hmmm was just praised to be wrong again."

"Let me help." Instead of getting close so that Haidar easily helped her remove her dress Kalycha instead moved away.

"Why? Don't you want me to help you open the dress?"

"Bu-not so. Icha shy Om–."

"Om again." Haidar grumbled annoyedly.

"Sorry Icha is not used to it."

Haidar pulled Kalycha's hand and grabbed her shoulder and turned her back.

"From now on you should get used to it. I don't want you in public to call me that name. Especially in front of my parents." Haidar while unzipping the zipper and some buttons of the wedding dress she wore.

"Yes, not yet a day where maybe Icha just used to call him."

"All parts of his body I've seen, but why is this more tempting. Oh shit–."

"Have–, you change your clothes now. Take a warm bath. Don't catch a cold for long." Haidar tried to dampen the turmoil that had disturbed the bottom of the center.

Kalycha did not answer her husband and went straight to the bathroom in the hotel room.

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After almost half an hour Kalycha came out of the bathroom wearing a towel provided by the hotel. Haidar got out of bed and approached Kalycha.

"Why did you shower for so long? And why do I have to shampoo? You'll catch a cold."

"Solar Kak–."

Cup.

Again Haidar kissed Kalycha's lips.

"After the shower, it was sweeter." Inner Haidar

"I told you that I'm pretty much Helsa."

"Sorry baby, Icha is not ordinary."

"Sit here, let me help you dry your hair." Haidar asked Kalycha to sit on the dresser chair at the hotel.

Haidar painstakingly rubbed Kalycha's hair with a small towel in his hand.

"It turns out his hair is thick too."

"Honey don't wear a hairdryer, later Icha's hair is damaged." Kalycha stopped Haidar's hand from picking up the hairdryer.

"Again nothing, than later you catch a cold. It's late at night when do you wait for your hair to dry and then you sleep?"

Kalycha let go of her husband's hand, resigned to what Haidar said instead of denying the length of his business. Kalycha let Haidar dry his hair.

Every heat from the hairdryer hit his head, Kalycha's blood immediately rippled his body's response felt amused like something was tickling.

Haidar realized that and did it intentionally.

"Why?" tanyanya pretended not to know.

"Geli baby, don't hit his scalp."

"Hmm." Haidar only cleared his throat but again Haidar deliberately did it he felt happy to see Kalycha's body writhing his teeth.

"Udah was told he still got his scalp. I'm ticklish Om." Kalycha shouted in her heart. Of course Haidar would never be able to hear it unless Haidar had the ability to read minds and listen to the inner voice of others.

"Dear, that's enough." Kalycha stood up and accidentally stepped on the ties of his own towel so exposed the front of his body.

Haidar's eyes did not blink focused on the beauty that was in front of his eyes, Kalycha only realized when he saw Haidar's eyes that could not be separated from him.

"Let's..." Kalycha quickly closed her body and walked to the closet. But his steps came to a halt as Haidar's hand managed to grab him and pull his body into his embrace.

Haidar was like a burning man whose lust he kissed Kalycha and mel*mat Kalycha's lips gently. Haidar realizes that it was Kalycha's first kiss. Looks Kalycha still very stiff and do not understand how to kiss. Haidar bit Kalycha's lower lip and immediately Kalycha opened her mouth.

"Why should he bite my lip? It hurts but why the sensation is different. Is this called a kiss? Ahk why I don't want to escape from Brother Haidar's kiss."

The longer the kiss is more demanding, the passion they feel makes them forget themselves. Haidar's hands were softly*the twin hills of Kalycha and at that moment Kalycha came to her senses and let go of her kiss.

"Ga can be allowed this must be stopped can-can bablas later Kak Hai. I'm not strong either."

"Darling, don't do that, Icha isn't ready" with breath still puffing Kalycha begged her husband.

"Damn, why am I being carried away with this desire? Remember Haidar he was a kid. You did that to her." Haidar monologues on his own mind.

Haidar did not answer, he pulled Kalycha's waist and hugged her. He pecked at the top of his wife's head and kissed her forehead.

"Hurry up and put your clothes on before I change my mind."

Kalycha opened the closet and saw there was only a sexy lingerie that was the same color as the pajamas used by Haidar maroon red.

"Darling, where's my suitcase?"

"Where else is it in the closet" said Haidar upset because his passion must be stopped in the midst of lust that has burned his head.

"Ga no babe–. There's just this." Kalycha showed Haidar the lingerie she was holding.

Haidar approached Kalycha and saw that the contents of the closet were empty. Haidar did not realize that the contents of the closet there was only a lingerie because when he changed his clothes, his pajamas were already available on the bed so he no longer opened the closet.

"Is this Helsa's job? Because obviously I saw Dara handing over Icha's suitcase to her. You brash bitch, watch out I cut your pocket money 70%."

"You wear it first, tomorrow I ask Roy to buy you a change of clothes."

"But baby it's too thin."

"What if later he can't hold back his lust? Get me." Inner Kalycha.

"Helsa really tested me. How could I have held him all night. Aarrggg. Because of Lingerie I have to work alone later." Gerrutu Haidar in heart.

"Wear than you don't wear clothes at all. Which one did you choose?"

"I'll call Mommy, baby, ask Mommy to bring clothes here."

"Do you want to embarrass me? Now put it on, I promise I won't do it before you're really ready."

"Promise ya–." Kalycha held out her little finger.

"Like a child." His grunts but still linking his little finger in Kalycha.

"It's been wearing there."

"Dear close your eyes first or turn your back around."

"I've seen it so do you feel ashamed." Haidar continued to do as his wife wished. Kalycha did not realize that Haidar could still see all parts of his body from the reflection of the mirror in front of him.

"But Icha wasn't conscious at the time."

"You're just telling me to turn around because I can still see it." Haidar smiled triumphantly.

"SAYAANNNG." cried Kalycha as she looked at Haidar with her perverted smile.

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