Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Gorgeous

Djakarta,

Harsa

He walked down the corridor of the hotel, but suddenly his steps stopped because there was a woman who had been standing in front of him.

"Where are you?!" asked his mother with a look of looking up looking sharply at him.

"Ahh mama.bentar aja please..!" the door with a pleading look. Daritadi early in the morning since Sekar entered the bride's dressing room, he was forbidden to see Sekar until his future wife was completely finished and out of the room.

"Enggggg..nggaaaak..!" salak mama while pushing her body to retreat and away from the room.

He sighed, turning towards his room again. But a few seconds later he turned around and still greeted the death gaze of his mother.

Finally he chose to go into a room containing his friends.

"Your face why so bad? Haven't got rations?" god Adit chuckled.

His eyes glanced lazily and he threw his body onto the sofa with a crumpled face.

"Where do you want to get rations? In the morning, I have not met Sekar. Mama was like a security guard in the room Sekar." his grunts were immediately greeted with laughter throughout the room.

"Sabar dong, it's just straight tangled." as well as other friends.

drt.drttt..

Her phone vibrated a sign of an incoming call.

Genta Pranadipa, his best friend's name is also listed on his mobile phone screen.

"Halooo handsome..!" the faces of Genta and Prisha had filled his screen, he immediately greeted with a big smile.

"His face why is it tangled so handsome? Haven't got nen yet?" seloroh Genta immediately made him laugh.

"And..!"

"Yes endless, want to feel good even tangled. By the way, sorry we couldn't come. Look at Prisha's belly is a big hot air balloon." Genta pointed the camera at Prisha's stomach which did look very big to him.

"Yes, relax. The important thing is that you are all healthy there. If I'm on my honeymoon to London, please take me."

"Ehhh.ready! I was waiting for dong..! But later the father of the mother, aunt om, the same in-laws I came to your wedding. Why are we video calling again, handsome? The spirit is handsome..!"

"Passion dong, I've always been the spirit !" timpale.

"I mean, the wicket-broken spirit! Don't be saggy, just keep pepet until the tempest..!" seloroh Genta half-whispered but continued with his booming laughter.

"Don't stop, until the only thing that comes out is the wind..!" sahut Adit who is now behind him and the laughter of Genta was increasingly becoming.

"Dikira tire pump, out the wind doang.." his ideal head menoyor Adit who still chuckles.

He waited two hours for Sekar to come out of the room. Starting from him who is still wearing a shirt to have changed suits, there are still no signs of Sekar coming out of the room.

Soon, the door opened from the room. He hurriedly approached the door of Sekar's dressing room and at this time his body immediately stared.

"Beautiful.." That's all that came out of his lips when he looked at his future wife who had been wearing a white dress that looked sexy but still seemed polite, because Sekar did not ask for too many open parts. Remember this dress will be worn for events in the church.

Sekar's lips smiled with eyes staring at him. His feet stepped closer to Sekar and took the hands of his future wife.

"You're so pretty, baby, I don't want to take you out of the hotel. But you bring it to the room alone." whispered who actually immediately get a lazy gaze from Sekar.

Vast

Many friends and family have come. Seen his father and also the wife and two half-sisters also participated in the wedding.

His head was looking up, up,

"Ma, today Sekar makah ma. Doain Sekar ya ma, hopefully Mas Harsa is the right one for Sekar" he said in his heart.

Since yesterday, it was only Mamany that she missed. His father's arrival did not change the situation and nothing special to him, everything was ordinary. Although his father gave him a wedding gift honeymoon ticket to whichever country they wanted to visit, as well as some luxury wedding gifts for him.

But all that is normal, maybe everything will feel special if his family is still intact and he married Harsa. Everything will feel perfect, but isn't life supposed to be lived?

Sometimes he did not expect, married at the age of 20 years. Very young for him.

"It's really pretty. Kissers, but shy as people." he praised slowly, making Harsa turn her gaze forward into staring at him.

"No need to go fishing, finish the reception don't expect a good night's sleep."

His lips pouted and then smiled faintly, smiling,

"What do you want to do? Want to play cards?" god while holding back laughter.

Harsa brought her lips closer to her ear,

"You want to play you to lemes." whispered Harsa who was able to make her body bristle imagining how ferocious Harsa was tonight.

The wedding at the church is over. They all returned to the hotel to rest before their reception tonight, which will be attended by thousands of invited guests.

She entered the room first, while her husband was still talking to several families outside.

She chose to remove her makeup that she really loved because it was perfect. Her mother-in-law never gave her anything that was usually for her, everything was pretty ordinary.

As she tried to take pains to open her dress, the sound of her bedroom door opened. He breathed a sigh of relief, finally someone could help him. But a second later, his body crumbled again. Me sum man who has become her husband will help her or will ask for another?

"Darling.." Harsa took off the black suit and hung it in the closet, then took off her shoes and changed hotel sandals.

Her hands were still trying to open the dress herself despite her painstaking effort. Harsa stepped closer towards him.

Her husband twisted his body and grabbed his waist. Their eyes clashed with each other for a moment, until Harsa smiled at him.

"Mrs Harsa Dewananda." muttered Harsa quietly without a second of vision.

Her husband immediately enjoyed her lips, stroking her back in a very smooth motion.

I don't know when, the zipper of the dress has gone down. But the dress was still attached to her body, because in the hip made a press body.

"Aren't you wearing a bra?" Harsa looked at him with a glare.

He shook his head,

"There is a buffer" indeed the dress was designed without having to wear a bra.

Harsa's lips smiled meaningfully, though,

"I miss you so much, baby." Harsa returned to her body.

"Mas, not now. Later that night is still the reception you know." she refused subtly by slightly pushing her husband's chest slowly.

Indeed, for two weeks after the hot incident at the office, they did not make out with each other. Harsa also chose to sleep in her own room.

"Two weeks ago I wasn't hired." Harper looked at him pleading. Poor indeed, it has been a month they did not meet, when they want to make love also failed. Two weeks later, Harsa seemed attractive and limited herself to touching it.

With his heart beating fast he chose to start first to kiss Harsa. The originally soft lip game turned increasingly hot and demanding, even now that her dress had successfully detached from her body.

After a few minutes, Harsa put her body on the bed. Her husband began to undress one by one until not a single thread stuck.

"His face red shirt?" her husband looked at her.

"When not the first time I see. Shame huh?" again, Harsa teased him.

"Mas sure? It's still daylight." he muttered as he stroked Harsa's face and he could feel something that was already on.

"I just want to make you feel good and you do this." whispered Harsa as she pointed her hand at her husband's who was longing for her touch.

He believes Harsa has not asked for the main menu, because considering they will hold a reception tonight.

But an amazing game will also make him quite tired.

"Remove it, scream as you like. Here there will be no one to disturb the.." siss Harsa with a voice that is heavy and passionate when it succeeds in making himself crazy.

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