Red Noctah

Part 1's

Dusk had just greeted kemuning at the end of the horizon as the beautiful, graceful girl took off the dress that wrapped up the entire day. It feels so tired, but very happy to be with people who have been dreaming of. After knitting romance for about half a year, finally today is right on his twenty-three year birthday. Girl berparas ayu with full name Nabila Maharani was legitimately edited arjuna heart. She Echoes the Ocean, who turns out to be the older sister of Bila's friend during college. 

A happy smile clearly emanated adorning his face. She is so beautiful, tonight she will offer a special night for her husband. 

"Honey, I clean first," said Bila just after taking off the dress that imprisoned all day. 

"Okay, I wait below, and there's someone who wants to go with Papa" said Gema gently, leaving a friendly kiss before moving on. 

They celebrated their beautiful wedding at a Villa, the residence of the Gema family which was set for a sacred event, as well as being a rare moment. A special moment in a special place. 

If the family had gone home that afternoon, considering the many activities of his father that could not be prevented. Including the invited guests present, all flocked home after the event was over. The groom's family is still there. The plan is to go home tomorrow morning, for both brides themselves to want to spend their beautiful days a little while before Gema gets busy with her office activities. 

If you play with soap foam long enough, he wants to look fragrant and fresh tonight. Although she was tired, she had to fulfill her obligations, not, of course, to serve her husband. Until almost an hour Mas Gema has not returned, If you wait with a huffed heart, where her husband went, this is their first night, it feels really stubborn.

Tired of herding the girl inching across the bed. His hand stretched out replacing the dim light with a bristling light. He will wait for the man who has made the holy pledge by falling on the bed. Previously the woman had been preening pretty, marun lingeri was attached perfectly to her makeup body. Waiting too long and feeling tired makes the girl fall asleep easily. 

He faintly moaned as different flavors began to appear on his body. With eyes closed, when so enjoy the touches with a sense of drifting. Ah ... This is what is meant by the wedding night, it feels so tempestuous, it feels floating. 

"Mas, slowly, pain ... " groaned when the most precious thing in him began to rip apart. He himself, who had been kept closed in shame, opened his eyes slowly. 

The feeling was suddenly strange, the fragrance of perfume attached to his body was unusual. He even looks hasty and does not heed the moans that attacked from earlier, although it is undeniable, the taste is a million taste between pleasure and pain, but he wants a little more tender. 

When he was shocked, more precisely shock, and immediately pushed strong when his consciousness gathered and realized that playing with her was not a man who was her husband. 

"Bisma? You are! Bia*dab-bomb! What demon has possessed you, bus? Why are you so willing to do this to me? You're in big trouble, bang*sat!" When inching backwards, pull the blanket to cover his plain body. 

Bhishma fell silent, not responding to any harsh words coming from the mouth of his sister's wife. He picked up his own clothes without a word, highlighting the woman who was rampaging in front of him. That was when the door of the room opened, the figure that had been waiting for it appeared with a fiery rage. Scanning his wife's innocent body wrapped in a blanket, with his own sister having just spent a long night that should have been his due. 

"Breng! B! *parat! Damn sister, you ruined the beautiful night I was supposed to be on, why did you take what's rightful sister!" wrath Echoes loudly, barely remaining patient there. If you need to kill that fucking man. 

When it could only fall silent with the ringing of crystals flooding the cheeks. It was too difficult for this reality to be digested in his life. He never thought, a warm figure and care on campus could be the most heinous criminals overnight, doing acts of immoral that meet no sense. 

Mas Gema slammed the door again, his eyes glistening furiously to highlight his wife who was still as unwilling. 

"Why are you so careless to let someone in, or maybe you are on purpose and have had a relationship for a long time!" snapped Mas Echoes of wrath. 

"Okay, I swear to Allah, If there is no connection whatsoever with Bhishma, why would Mas accuse me? I'm sorry, I really prepared all this for Mas" he replied. 

"I'm sorry, I'm Mas, please forgive me, I didn't expect it to be like this." When she rests at the feet of a man who has not yet turned twenty-four hours into her husband. 

"I'm sorry, Bil, Mas can't," he said. "I can't continue this relationship, it's too painful for me to accept" he added slowly, but was able to make the souls stiff when it came off. 

"So, just because I'm not a virgin, you want to leave me? Is your love for me only measured in terms of virginity?" Destroyed is the night in the most beautiful fields, ending with hatred. 

"Rest tonight, I'll use the rest of the room" he said. 

"Don't go Mas, stay here, this is your room, I'm sorry, I know I'm wrong, please don't do this." When hugging Gema from behind, he locked his body without letting go. 

Echoes flinch, does not reply, but slowly he takes off the finger link when the lock is possessive. 

"Don't you, Bill, you're not my wife anymore" the man replied. 

If only he could shake strongly by continuing to cry, take off the back of the man who was inching away. Her chest was so tight, anger and hate were so domineering. Even fatigue and pain are disguised by a sense of emotion that invades the heart. 

"Lord .., why did this happen to me, what was my fault and sin. Oh my God .., I can't do it, I hate it, I hate it!" When we cry and hysterical ourselves. Grossly striking the red white bed sheet, he should be happy tonight because he can keep it for his beloved husband, but in fact not. It was destroyed overnight. 

Tonight too, when he was going to leave the villa, it was not like to spend the night there with his condition that was no longer considered. In fact, Mas Gema left without even wanting to understand how destructive he was with the status of being a victim. 

"Honey, where are you going? Why pack up this night?"