Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Alif: Still Want to Continue?

Dara is still in a state of tossing. Both are in a phase of never being satisfied. What was it like that people felt on their first night? I don't know.

“Still want to continue?” Alif asked.

But this time Dara shook her head. It was late at night, he needed to rest because he had felt immeasurable fatigue. Starting from waking up in the morning, wearing makeup that takes a long time, not to mention having to stand by during the entire day event, then perform rituals like this.

‘Like this, does it still have to be reception too? Ah suck. Lazy.’

But what happened? Alif is getting bigger. Crashing, cringing, stirring as if not leaving a slow time for a second.

“Alif,” sulek Dara disagree.

“Let me finish it.”

“But you were long!” Dara marks from the activities they have done before.

“Just a moment.”

***

After the hot activity occurred, the two were lying staring at the sky roofs. Regulate breath gasping. Cooling a body that feels hot. Normalize the hunting breath.

“Am I okay?” ask Dara on the sidelines of their rest.

“Alright, still life.”

Dara let out a rough sigh while staring back to the side. It must have been her reply as if her words just now were a joke.

“Lagian why you should ask the strange,” Alif said to find the pouting face of Dara who was hit by a faint dim light.

“I'll just be tortured.”

“Acted but don't want to stop.”

“Absolutely I said that?” Dara. But also smiling shyly remembering her so hot and selfless self.

“Sorry it wasn't recorded.”

Dara laughed considering the scandal of the artist that had spread in the media. “Nineteen seconds?”

“One hour!” Alif.

One hand Dara fumbled over the bed rest. Look around for AC remote control to re-add the room temperature to make it feel cooler. “Where, anyway?”

“What?”

“Remot.”

The most annoying moment happened again, it turned out that Alif had held the remote first and flaunted it while sticking out his tongue.

“I'd love to wrap your face in a sack, Lif. I looked for him from earlier.”

Alif immediately lowered his temperature without any noise. “Sleep, it's night!”

“Lif, can I ask?”

“What?” Alif looked at me.

“Have you done this before?” ask Dara very carefully. “But if you are not willing to answer it is also okay.”

But unexpectedly, Alif actually answered the truth, “Sudah.”

Some time Dara was silent like a person who was disappointed.

“Other times don't ask, if don't want to listen to the answer,” said Alif later.

“I didn't think you could do it before you got married, considering where your family came from. I thought you couldn't be. But, that's your life choice. Your business. You alone can control.”

“I'm out of control. But afterwards I was so sorry,” her reply sounded earnest. "Until now, I'm still haunted by guilt."

"I'm afraid he'll sue you after we're happy."

"Largely no could."

“Nak only!” the Blow of the Alif does not accept. “I'm healthy one hundred percent.”

“Do not do that again, yes?” said Dara put her head on Alif's shoulder.

“I swear. That will never happen again.”

The evening chat was closed with each other hugging each other until the morning. Both take a shower together and do not get tired of repeating the union like last night. Until Dara repeatedly complained of pain and her body felt a little feverish. He was often like he was on his first night.

Dara and Alif return to Mother Ratna's house after Dara's hair is completely dry. Although Dara knew that people's taunts and whispers were impossible she could avoid on her first night. Like the question Bude just asked.

“Already?”

“Apaan anyway, Bude. If you know why you should ask!” Dara grumbled in annoyance.

Bude laughed out loud. The atmosphere of the house is still in a crowded state. Because Bude Naima and her husband are still here even though their two sons have already come home because they have to go back to work.

“So where are you planning your honeymoon?” ask Ratna's mother. “Says to go, anyway?”

“I'm up to Dara only, Mom,” Alif replied.

Dara Sontut said, “I also have no plans.”

Back then, to Cappadocia was just a joke to heat up the former termalang. I don't know where the plan is going anymore.

“But sorry in advance, Mom. I want to take Dara to Jakarta, is it okay? I already have my own house near Abah and Umi.”

“Wah, already have your own home, in Jakarta?” ask Bude. “Many of your money.”

“Hush!” Haliza, the son of Bude Naima immediately attacked so that his mother did not flake and speak.

Ms. Ratna was silent. He seemed to think of the answer he was going to say. “Begin, Son. Actually, I objected because Jakarta was too far away. We cannot meet quickly if at any time we need help, or vice versa, considering we are old. But ... I also can not ban because Dara has become your wife and your responsibility now.”

“Kan no Razka, Rat,” Bude Naima says. “There's also me the same Haliza who's close. Don't worry so much. There are planes anyway. You can fly if you want to fast. Now mah important money money money.”

Ratna's mother smiled. I feel so lucky to be loved by my sister's family. “Ya already then I have calmed down, Ma'am.” Ms Ratna turned to her daughter-in-law and said, “Bawalah Dara, but please don't disappoint us, yes. He's failed before. We don't want to hear any more chaos, we're old, afraid of hangers. Guide Dara to be a good wife.”

Alif smiled with relief because he could get permission from his mother-in-law. “Ya, definitely, Mom,” he said convincingly.

“Oh, yes, how is the reception plan? How come you haven't heard anything?”

“I lazy reception yes, Lif. We were a lot yesterday. Anyway want to invite anyone,” said Dara disagreed. “Instead of being squandered, mending his money saved for others. We'll just hand over the files to the civil registry. It's been. Beres!” he said while including his hand movements.

Ms. Ratna said to her daughter-in-law, “Dimaklumi yes, son. Dara is a lazy human type. But if you want the Umi family with Abah later remain reception, please be forced.”

“Do not regret like Bude, Dar. There are no memento photos that can be displayed. Now want a reception also make what, already wrinkled.”

“Can use effect, Bude,” Dara respond. “If you want to take photos, Dara will also have a lot yesterday.”

“Let's both of you talk to Abah and Umi, yes. If indeed you are a reception, according to Mother, do not delay it too long. Dara fears going mad. Poor thing, the reception was tired,” said Ms Ratna giving advice.

Dara suddenly interrupted, “Ya already, I quickly fill it so that the show is off.”

“This stubborn child is not helped,” Bude said.

“Malas Bude, I'm a widow. I feel it's called reception. Nothing is too special too except for the midget bags, tired bodies, sore feet, dry teeth,”, Dara said making everyone shake their heads while laughing. He passed by everyone in the living room to meet his faithful father in the room. Sleep wearing a special gurney so that it can be easier when treated and moved.

“Dad, how are you?” Dara sat next to her father sleeping half-sitting.

Seen he nodded his head slowly and replied, “baik,” although it sounds less so obvious. “Where to ask permission, want to move to Jakarta. He's healing fast, yeah. So that we can walk there again.”

Hilman shook his head faintly. There was a disrelief in her eyes as Dara asked for permission to leave. But for this time, Dara shook her head, “This time, Dad. All this time Dara has always fulfilled my wishes. Not that Dara is selfish, Dara already has a husband. Dara's husband is now home in Jakarta, Dad. Dara must come.”

Although Dad shook his head in disapproval, Dara still decided to leave. And the next day, they were getting ready to go there.

***

SERIATE.

Get ready to go to conflict, but not as hard as you imagine.