Painful Love (Painful Love)

After Wedding Party

“Bima, please deliver this order to table number ten.”

“Good, Mbak.” Bimantara now works in one of Padang restaurants in Jakarta. The man was very diligent to work because he had to support himself. He delivered the order as requested by the owner of the restaurant and served it carefully to the customers and took the dirty dishes used to eat other customers at the table next to him.

“Bima, don't forget to clean, yes.”

“Good, Mbak.” Bimantara went back to the table that had just had his dirty plates taken. The man took out a rag and cleaned the leftovers on the table. He came back again and after that re-presented another meal to another customer.

The life of Bimantara is just like that every day. Take orders and pick up dirty dishes. Until when he was about to take a dirty plate at one of the tables that had been emptied by the customer, Bimantara accidentally saw the news on a large TV that was deliberately installed there as one of the facilities provided by the restaurant.

He who was busy at that time with his job suddenly the man stopped and pecked on the spot when he accidentally saw the news about his ex-wife who was remarried to one of the successful business people origin Singapore. Tsamara's marriage to Yudhistira was broadcast live and was very lavish. It was all inseparable from Fengying's interference, giving additional funds to Fahmi even though Yudhistira's future in-laws were a wealthy family.

Fengying did it all as a form of apology for having wasted Annchi, Yudhistira's mother. In addition, he also wanted everyone to know if Yudhistira Airlangga was the first son of Fengying with his first wife who had long died.

Bimantara was still silent and frozen when he saw how the wedding was going. His ex-wife increasingly looks so beautiful wearing a white dress with her chest made more closed. The woman also looks very compatible with her new husband. Bimantara who saw it became a little sorry for having the heart to waste Tsamara and prefer Emma.

Sighing rough breath, as if removing the burden that continues to squeeze the chest. “I'm sorry I left you, Tsa. If I had known that Emma would change, maybe you'd still be mine right now, not that son of a bitch."

"I'm really sorry to have wasted such a kind and considerate wife like you. However, what can make rice has become porridge. Even if you're sorry, the truth is you can't come back to me." Again and again Bimantara let out a long sigh, then took a deep breath. "In spite of that, I will pray for you that your second marriage may last until death do you part. Surely, no more infidelity occurred in your household."

Bimantara muttered to himself lamenting his fate. He regretted leaving Tsamara. But it's all too late. Bimantara has been rewarded and Tsamara has also gained his happiness. Now seeing Tsamara happy makes him happy even though the pain continues to stab at the heart, but he tries to make everything that has happened in his life.

“Bima! Milky!”

“Ah, yes. What's up, Ma'am?”

Bimantara who was busy looking at the big screen in front of him made the man forget his work. The owner of the restaurant who saw it immediately reprimanded especially now there are many customers who saw the man stiffened in front of the big TV there.

“Focus, Milky! Do not let the customer is not satisfied with your service.” The owner of the Padang restaurant reprimanded Bimantara with a soft voice.

“I—iya, Ma'am. I'm focused. Sorry.” Such a rebuked bimantara made the man so silent. He is now beginning to resume his work. Don't look ahead, it seems like a good idea for him at the moment. The man did not want to see any news about Tsamara.

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The wedding was over an hour ago. Now the two brides are cleaning themselves in the presidential suite of a hotel owned by Fahmi, Yudhistira's father-in-law. Tsamara had already cleaned himself first, flushing his crazy body under the shower. The woman was wearing skincare at night, while Yudhistira was drying her body in a towel.

Honestly, both of them are nervous right now. Tsamara deliberately used skincare slowly, as well as Yudhistira who was in the bathroom. They are both adults, but for this, they suddenly become nervous and awkward, especially the two are colleagues. So, do not be surprised if at this time they deliberately to linger with their respective activities.

“Hm, are you hungry? Can I make you some food?” To melt the atmosphere Tsamara even issued those words. The woman was so nervous that she only came to her senses with what she said after Yudhistira nodded her head in response. Somehow the man nodded his head, but he was not hungry at all. “Yes, I want to call the kitchen to have the chef prepare food for you."

Tsamara walks past Yudhistira who already looks fresh as he just came out of the bathroom. However, when the woman had just passed her husband, Yudhistira instead pulled the wrist and pulled the wretched body into the crib. The man reflexively did that when he realized that he was really not hungry. The man also knew why Tsamara had asked that.

“Yu—Yudhis, I—”

“Sst. I just want to see my beautiful wife at close range." Clutching Tsamara's slender waist approached her chest that was plane. A pair of narrowed eyes continued to look at Tsamara's face without blinking a single bit.

Tsamara fell silent, letting Yudhisthira embrace her. From this close distance he could feel that the husband's heart was pumping faster than usual just like his current self. The romantic atmosphere, the sprinkling of rose petals everywhere and the dim lights made the room look so shahdu.

Slowly, Yudhishthira carried Tsamara's body and carried his beloved wife up on the bed. The man laid his woman there while encrusting Tsamara. The two look at each other. Instantly, the feathers of the firstborn of the Gibran family bristled stared so closely by the owner of narrow eyes.

Yudhistira began warming up by occasionally kissing some parts of his wife's face. Forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally on the lips of the ranum Tsamara that he had longed to taste. Tsamara was shocked when her lips were kissed by her husband. However, he soon followed Yudhistira's play.

"Well." Yeah." Tsamara shrieked as Yudhistira's tongue grew savagely exploring the contents of his mouth.

Yudhishthira developed a smile when he heard the sighing voice of his wife. For the man, Tsamara's voice was like an encouragement and stamina building when fatigue struck.

"Don't be arrested, Baby," whispered Yudhistira in a hoarse voice. The mist of passion shrouded his eyes. He fumed until his wife relaxed.

“I'm downstairs, huh?" yudhistira asked doubtfully.

Tsamara's face was red. His heart was beating irregularly, the roar of breath was hunting. “As of you, Yudhis. Now my whole life, including my body, is yours. You are free to do anything to me.”

Hearing the green light made Yudhisthira develop his smile. He began to wake Tsamara and slowly opened the pajamas that the woman was using. Not short and not laughing, but managed to make Yudhishthira swallow his saliva with difficulty when he first saw the appearance of two factories of life for his future children.

"Perfectly" praised Yudhistira without taking his eyes off the chewy mound before him.

Now that not only did Yudhistira shed Tsamara's pajamas, Tsamara began to strip off the white T-shirts her husband wore. Slowly but surely, the two now sat together on the bed without using a single thread.

“Why is your face flushed?” yudhistira asked, teasing Tsamara when he saw his wife's face start to reddish when he knew the reason.

“Iih ... Yudhis, don't do it ah. I'm embarrassed,” said Tsamara raised her hand and pinch the sixpack husband's stomach.

Yudhishthira who saw it immediately caught the hand of the wife. He pushed Tsamara's body back to his back. Tsamara made no resistance when Yudhistira began to continue the action, which was to kiss every part of his body until the man reached the neck of Tsamara. Yudhishthira made some red marks there as a sign of possession. Not too strong, knowing it's dangerous. Yudhishthira did so that Tsamara would know that she was his now.

“I'm inexperienced, please you guide me later if it's wrong, yes.” Yudhishthira did not know that Tsamara had never been touched by Bimantara.

“Yudish ... ehm .. a-I am also inexperienced.” Tsamara stammered when she said that. The woman began to cover her face using both palms. Yudhishthira who saw his wife was shy even more eager to tease her.

"Yes, sorry. If so, we learn together."

“Hah, studying? You think schools use learning events all.” Tsamara pouting. The woman's lips advanced a few centis forward almost chasing after her pointed nose.

Yudhistira chuckled softly. "If you pout more adorable, loh."

"Gombal." Tsamara pushed Yudhistira's chest with one hand.

Again and again, Yudhishthira grabbed Tsamara's clenched fingers and kissed the back of his wife's hand lovingly. “I'll start this game. So, prepare yourself, Tsa. The first time it hurts, but the next is just the pleasure you feel."

Before starting the core game, Yudhistira again showered Tsamara's entire body with a kiss. Guerrilla hands everywhere, giving stimulation at the sensitive point of the woman.

When Yudhishthira was unable to resist the desire within, he immediately positioned himself. Pressing his hips forward, to the right place. At first it was difficult because Tsamara is still holy, the seal has not been broken even though he had been married before.

When Yudhishthira managed to break into Tsamara's defenses, he did not pump it but waited until the wife was able to adjust to the foreign body that had just stopped at the core of the woman's body.

"We're starting, yeah, Baby." Then Yudhishthira threw down his inheritance in the core of Tsamara's body. A couple of husband and wife race to the peak of pleasure.

The sound of moans, the sighs of each other made the room even more heated. Until the time came for Yudhistira to spill his superior seeds, the man growled loudly while saying the name of Tsamara.

"Tsa. Ahh!" yudhistira chuckled as he felt a great wave approaching. “I love you, Tsamara Assyifa Airlangga,” Yudhistira said while landing a kiss on his wife's forehead. Swiping the top of the woman's head, hoping God will immediately leave the little angel in the womb of his wife.

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