Not the Original Owner

20. There's Still Another Day

The reception was completed an hour ago and Nyssa and Azmy are now living in the presidential suite which has been decorated like a bridal room.

Azmy was in the living room, sitting on the sofa seriously operating her laptop. Nyssa was cleaning herself in the bathroom. In the bathroom has prepared a set of transparent nightgowns and kimonos. But Nyssa was reluctant to wear it, she still felt unprepared. After making sure first if Azmy is not in the room. Then he came out wearing a bathrobe and towel on the head, taking a change of clothes in the suitcase that was previously carried by Rara.

When Nyssa was looking for clothes in the suitcase, she did not realize that Azmy had entered the room and noticed his movements. Nyssa had taken a set of interiors and a covered nightgown along with a hijab t-shirt, she went back into the bathroom. Seeing Nyssa pick up a change of clothes herself, Azmy felt disappointed. It turns out that the one who provides a nightgown in the bathroom is herself.

Nyssa has come out of the bathroom. Azmy who was waiting, his disappointment grew with Nyssa's closed appearance. Isn't tonight their bridal night, why does it feel like a normal night for Nyssa?

Azmy doesn't care anymore, and soon she hugs Nyssa. Nyssa's response was no longer as surprised as their initial physical contact. Azmy kissed the top of Nyssa's head, making the woman feel a warm breath in her head, and the masculine scent of Azmy's body. Smelling the smell of shampoo from Nyssa's head, Azmy feels an urge to lower her head and kiss Nyssa's lips. His tongue quickly slipped into Nyssa's mouth, and he strongly felt the sweet taste in her mouth.

At this moment Nyssa felt frozen, after waking up from Azmy's kiss she held her breath. Nyssa fears sin if she rejects her husband's wishes, but now her guts begin to shrink. His sense of dejavu reappeared in his mind, making him doubtful. Unlike Azmy who enjoys the moment now.

"Stay breathing dear." said Azmy, who has now lifted Nyssa's body. Nyssa simply lowered her head, covering up the turmoil of her feelings.

Now sitting facing each other on the bed, Azmy stared fixedly at his little wife's face.

"Can I take this hijab off?" Nyssa nodded her head in a sign of approval, however Azmy was now entitled to her. Moreover, Azmy asked for his permission to remove the hijab, making Nyssa feel comfortable.

For the first time Azmy saw Nyssa without a hijab in close proximity. Long black hair fits perfectly with Nyssa's skin. The dangling brat, pinned her behind Nyssa's ear.

"Beautiful." praise Azmy while stroking Nyssa's cheek.

Nyssa's body was laid slowly, Azmy positioned himself on top of his little wife with his arms as a pedestal. Their faces were now aligned and so close, Azmy's breathing made Nyssa's face flushed red. Azmy looked at him fixedly with a smoldering look as if he wanted to swallow him, making Nyssa's guts shrivel even more and he could only gulp. His heart was racing, between nervousness and doubt. Azmy's one hand held Nyssa's two hands above her head. As Azmy further eroded the distance between them, Nyssa gasped as she felt a warm stream down there. Immediately he broke away from Azmy's confinement, and ran to the bathroom.

"Why baby?" asked Azmy who followed his wife into the bathroom.

"Sorry" great-grandson Nyssa.

"Why dear, are you sick?"

Azmy thought for a moment, the guest Nyssa meant was a monthly female guest. He sighed, apparently there was no windfall for him to enjoy the wedding night.

Nyssa asks Azmy to get her pads and a change of clothes in the suitcase. Actually she was embarrassed, but who else could be asked for help if not her husband. Azmy also did not mind, he understood the state of his little wife. After getting Nyssa a change of clothes, Azmy waits in bed.

Azmy looked at Nyssa who came out of the bathroom with a face down in shame. Then, he came to Nyssa and hugged her tightly.

"We can do it after the guest leaves, baby. No problem." comfort Azmy.

They decide to go to sleep, but before that Azmy kisses, makes a mark, and his hand palpates every inch of Nyssa's body to the satisfaction. Then hugged Nyssa tightly and closed her eyes in order to suppress her desire. Nyssa can only resign, because pleasing the husband is a reward for her. His obligation to serve the husband, he can fulfill even if not by having sex.

Nyssa moved her body slowly because she felt tight. He wanted to move a little bit from his position.

"Don't move baby, otherwise tonight you won't be able to sleep." Nyssa stopped her movements. "It turns out he hasn't slept yet" he said.

Azmy clenched her arms around Nyssa's waist, and flanked Nyssa's legs between her legs. Due to the difference in height, what was seen was that Azmy was hugging the bolster.

When Nyssa wakes up, she is shocked by the view below. Didn't he sleep in Azmy's arms last night, why is he now on his body?

Nyssa wanted to go down, but when she was about to move her hand, she held her husband's chest, which had not worn a shirt since when. That made Azmy wake up.

"Darling, it's still morning. Don't tease me." Nyssa rounded her eyes in disbelief. Who teased him? It's okay, she's getting used to her husband's attitude.

"My husband, I want to go to the bathroom." Without warning, Azmy rolled over and took Nyssa to sit down. Then lifted his little wife's body towards the bathroom. Nyssa, unprepared for Azmy's actions, reflexively drapes her hands around her husband's neck to hold on.

Azmy had stripped the clothes of the two of them leaving only subordinates. He continued his activities last night under the shower.

Nyssa can only follow her husband's wishes. Although psychically Nyssa is still learning to get used to physical contact, it is different from her body that seems to crave every touch Azmy. Why could his mind and body be pro-cons like this? Nyssa is confused with herself, does she have a dual personality? Nyssa's mind raged with a resigned body leaning against her husband's chest. While Azmy eagerly gave a new sign to the body of Nyssa, now the body of his little wife became opium for him. Although he had not been able to fully enjoy it, he was already quite satisfied with his current work. This sign is a sign of his ownership of his little wife.