Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 22's

White lilies dominate the Ball Room where I had a remarriage, the feeling of haru and sadness just like that when I remember Dad was not present at this event, even though the youth who most wanted this event to exist.

My eyes again condense, if I were not late for marriage, surely he would be here sitting next to Mama with a happy face.

“This is Nay” he said by holding out a piece of tissue, I glanced at him at a glance, then received the tissue.

I was held this morning, all the procession inviting tears has also been done, but I was always sad when I remembered Dad, I felt failed to make him happy.

“You want a short break?” asked the man beside me, I looked back at him with watery eyes, then shook his head slowly, he stroked my back gently making me feel a little calm.

Until it didn't feel like our reception was over, no guests came, and we were allowed to rest after ordering the food we would eat in the room only.

Even though he had been in one room and kissed it still felt like he was still pounding when only two with him.

A kiss...

Suddenly I remembered the incident a week ago when he kissed this soft lip, my head shook to shake off the shadows that had brazenly appeared.

“Why you?” I stared at him who was walking beside me.

“Son papa Mas” he just nodded.

Wonder, how anyone is satisfied with that answer, I would like to ask further?!

The existence of Mas Panji proves that such a person exists and will accompany the rest of my life, sorry it is meaningless, maybe after this I will invite Mas Panji to talk, he said, about our survival after this.

Mas Panji opened the door of the room and let me in, the first thing I saw was the number of roses scattered, on the floor and in the bed.

My body was moved to sit on the edge of the bed, pick up a few roses and kiss it..

Fragrant..

But I was sad when I saw the roses that had been torn like this, when they were in the stem would look more beautiful..

“I took a shower first Nay” I glanced at her at a glance, then nodded, my instincts as the wife appeared, I got up from my seat and prepared her clothes.

After finishing, someone came to help me remove all the trinkets attached to my body, it didn't take long, about 30 minutes I had changed my usual clothes and removed the rest of my makeup, he said, while the man had gone out carrying all the trinkets.

Just when my face was clean, Mas Panji came out using a bathrobe with wet hair.

He looked at me from the mirror and smiled, making me misbehave and rushed to take a bath while Mas Panji walked towards the bed to pick up the clothes I had prepared.

As our bodies passed by, its masculine scent filled my nasal cavity making me even more unsteady and speeding up my steps.

“Thank you Nay” my steps stopped when she softly said that, I turned to face her who was facing me with clothes in her grasp.

I raise my eyebrows, thanks for what? Because you've prepared the clothes?

“Sama-sama” after saying that I added to my steps, this cold water shadow fluttering this body made me impatient to feel it.

But when the bathroom door will be closed the words Mas Panji back bewitched me “Thanks for marrying me”

I stared behind the door, the sentence was smoother than before, but I was still able to hear it.

That's lucky she had me as a wife?

The shower cools my body makes me cool to enjoy every drop of water that touches the pores of my skin, if remembered all day Mas Panji is sweet to me, starting from the morning when preparing to the end of the event.

Mas Panji always knew what I needed, even he cried when I entered the venue shortly after he repeated our commitment. If I cry because I remember Dad, I don't know what he's crying for?

But the sentence seemed to connect the pieces of the question in my mind, so happy that he married me who he had not long known this, to bother thanking?

I shook my head slowly, not necessarily Mas Panji like that.

After feeling that I was done with my show, I came out with a change of clothes that I brought from home, not sexy clothes lust man, just ordinary clothes.

I still do not have the guts to use it, even though it has been given similar clothes by people closest to me.

My steps came to a standstill when I saw him nimbly arranging all the food on the small table in this room.

His muscular hands, his field chest and the stomach of a torn breadbasket made me gulp roughly. How did it feel when that sturdy hand touched my body?

It must have been very comfortable in his arms. I wondered how sensational it was as my hand explored his stomach.

“E-ehm i-iya” was nervous, she seemed confused by my response, but she was again busy with her activities arranging food.

“You still want to stay there?” I asked her again while I was still busy enjoying her beauty.

With a timid step I approached her, I meant to approach the dining table.

Without being asked Mas Panji to back my chair, let me sit down, and it looks so sweet in my eyes.

“Makas” he just smiled, whether this is his smile, things that I have rarely seen since I knew him.

I got him some rice and side dishes first.

“Thank you Nay” my hand movements that were filling my own plate stopped, I suddenly remembered his words before I took a shower earlier.

My cheeks are back to heat up, “Sama-sama Mas” my great-granddaughter is embarrassed, obviously it's for me to put it first than myself, it's impossible ‘thank’ with the same intention as before right?

We started eating our dinner, more precisely Mas Panji, because now seeing him eat it was already filling me up.

I was misbehaved when he looked back at me, to accidentally nudge the glass that was beside me.

Fortunately, Mas Panji responded and caught the glass before it touched the ground and broke, the net again sharpened like when we first met, he said, I grimaced unable to accept her anger after being lulled all day by her sweetness.

“You don't papa, do you?” slowly my eyes opened, looking back at her who was in calm mode again, I shook my head slowly then lowered my head and started eating without looking at her again.

The sound of spoons and tinkling dishes adorned our dinner. Until our food ran out and all the cutlery was in the room service, we were still silent.

“Do not sleep first Nay” I undo my intention to back him when Mas Panji finished brushing his teeth and walking towards the bed.

My heart is back at the pump at an unusual pace, is this the time I leave everything to Mas Panji who is currently legal as my husband legally and religiously?

The mischievous shadow that had appeared again loomed over me, I sat leaning on the headboard as he was already beside me.

“I want to talk about some things with you” I look at him who is already serious face, I immediately contracted because for sure it is about serious things as well.

“Oh yes Mas, want to talk about what?”

Instead of answering my curiosity he was busy sitting down beside me, he glanced at me, then took my hand and carried it in his warm hand.

“I am happy today Nay, very” I believe that, the twinkle of his face at this time and his sweet attitude today is enough as proof.

“You want to know why?” ask when I'm just quiet.

“Why Mas?”

He smiled, again, but the earth seemed to stop as he slowly kissed my hand that he held, maybe this is normal for some people, but this is done by a Panji, a Panji, someone stiff and cold.

“Marriage was my dream long ago, and you were chosen by God to take that role” my heart warms, may I consider Mas Panji grateful for my presence?

“I want us to seriously undergo this wedding Nay”

“What does that mean I have to carry out my obligations as a wife as well?”

“Sure, since I will also carry out my duties as a husband for you as well, what kind of question is that!” upset until our hands are released because I have destroyed the romantic atmosphere that he struggled to wake up, but that's not what I mean, ah how to make this man catch I mean huh?!

“That's not what I mean, the days you couldn't understand I mean Mas?!” my anxiety, I'm sure he knows what I mean, but all I find now is his confused gaze that explains everything.

I scooped the air around greedily, hoping for all the right vocabulary to perch in my tiny brain.

“That two-sentence bed” connection finally slid free from my lips, I dare not look at it, shame!

But the fingers of his hand touched my chin, slowly making me look back at him.

“What's wrong if I want it?” I quietly dived into her eyes that no longer showed the sharp look like we had met.

“No, it's just that ak-” index finger successfully stopped my words.

“I know this is the first for you, I do too, do not need to rush, we have the rest of our lives to try everything together” he explained making me full, he said, there is no coercion or anything the husband is used to doing to his wife who refuses to do that.

TB