Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Very Disappointed

After Chandra delivered Laras home, Chandra also went straight home. Frankly, he could not linger far from his wife; dara puspita.

Like other newlyweds, Chandra also feels the name of addiction every time he comes into contact with the wife. Moreover, their status is now halal, and they are free to do whatever they want. Even more of that. Indeed, Dara was the most beautiful gift from God to her in recent years.

Indeed, there are many women who approached him after a breakup from his ex-girlfriend approximately four years ago. But somehow his heart has stopped on Dara puspita. A simple girl who initially ignored him, now slowly he could reach her heart.

It is true that the saying goes, 'Love comes by habituation'. And in fact it is, if they do not insist on first trying a relationship, maybe this marriage will never happen.

Entering her car into the garage, Chandra enters through a back door that is directly connected to the kitchen. Right there, he immediately found his wife cooking something.

“Assalamualaikum,” greet Chandra who replied directly with a sweet smile.

“Waalaikumsalam.”

After being both religiously and stateally legitimate, Chandra has no qualms about making physical contact, as she did the last time she left home. But this time, not a kiss on the lips, but a kiss on the forehead to express the magnitude of the love he has.

But since marriage, there was something Chandra could not understand: Dara looked like she was surprised if she did this to him—when before it was not so. Not hypocrites, for three more years of dating, they couldn't have done anything. Although still within its limits.

“We've been like this a lot, but you're still nervous,” said Chandra trying to think positively.

“A-I don't know,” the answer is accompanied by cold sweat. Other symptoms besides surprise and fear.

“While I want to ask for my rights tonight.”

Dara's face changed pias, as if the first night was a scourge most frightening for her.

“Can't be tomorrow?” the question was then after the woman turned off the stove. Looks vegetable capcay mature on a frying pan.

“Why do you have to tomorrow if today you can?” chandra said she would not delay again. “You should get used to it, Ra. Tomorrow maybe I will also ask for it every day.”

Dara. His face looked very worried and made Chandra become even more anxious to see it. Is that as scared as his wife is in this pretty intimate matter?

“Why?” tanya Chandra approached her and raised her chin. Forcing him to look at each other. “That's all right, isn't it? I'm your husband. Precisely the more we do it will be the more reward we will get. Dara ... having sex for the first time is not as scary as you think.”

“Iya it's for men, but not for women,” refutes Dara even though she never did it consciously. But he could feel the pain afterwards.

“But I never heard of women dying from the first night.” Smacking her lips at a glance, Chandra again said, “We've been waiting for this time, haven't we?”

Not giving a chance to answer, Chandra immediately lifted his wife's body onto the kitchen table.

“Don't be here, you are careless,” refuse Dara less agree. This place is too open.

“Sure,” says Chandra soon. “I don't want to let you get tormented here either. I just want to give you a warm-up first.”

Dara's body squeezed like it was boneless the moment the kiss again landed on her lips. Until unconsciously, groaning after groaning came out like a shameless person.

Dara washed away in orgasm. He could remember nothing more than the pleasure Chandra gave him. Under these circumstances, Dara raised her head so that Chandra would more broadly invade the white part of her neck.

“I want to pee,” said Dara when Chandra almost finished what he did.

“It's not the real feeling. Don't hold.”

Maybe that's what release is called and Dara just found out about it.

“It looks like you are ready, can do it now!” chandra said, instead of putting it in the lower room. The actual room is still in the arrangement. Being sober, he could not hold back any longer something that broke down forcefully within him.

“Mas Chandra,” Dara said when she was lying perfectly. His face was fickle, sometimes panicked, sometimes scared, but also enjoyed this first experience.

“But turn off the lights,” said Dara was not confident nor was she afraid of her body which, without Chandra knowing, was full of red marks. He hoped the lights would hide him.

“Don't .. let me see you,” she said again making Dara panic and almost cry.

Lightly, when the dress of his house was open, Chandra's gaze focused on some points on his body. Especially the chest.

“What is this?” ask her with an unusual face romance. Swiping the part with his finger, then turn to look at the other part up to the leg area. “Do not say that this was bitten by an animal,” he said cold and then immediately ended his activities.

“I-this is bitten by an animal. You don't suspect.” Dara answered so because she could not answer in other words. His lips were too faint and his body suddenly trembled. Don't ask her again about her heart condition. It must have almost exploded. Immediately, he pulled out a blanket to cover his body.

“Black-headed beast you mean?” chandra's usually warm words become cold and firm. “Very unlikely it was an animal act. Except humans who resemble animals. Don't try to fool me because I'm not a fool.”

“I'll explain everything so you don't misunderstand. We can talk again when Mas Chandra is calm.”

"How can I calm down?! I am your husband! I'm mad because I love you, I care about you!" Chandra brought her face closer and looked at her sharply. His desire evaporated instantly changing with annoyance.

“Say that you are still holy.”

Dara did not answer and even sobbed.

“Jawab Dara ...,” said Chandra again in a slow tone but full of disappointment, making Dara's sobbing sound louder.

“Please trust me after I tell you later. Love is trusting each other. Don't let you regret.”

“Means true, you are not holy anymore?” ask Chandra to demand. "Jawab honest ...."

Moments later, Chandra sees a head nod that makes his world melt instantly.

“Who did it?”

Dara shakes. “I don't know. I'm on per vocabulary.”

Chandra closed his eyes. Too deep disappointment makes the tears of his weakness flow. “You lied to me,” he said slowly and stabbing.

“I didn't lie to you, Mas. That's how it happened. Yesterday I went missing because I was kidnapped by an unknown person.”

“Who is it, Dara?! ANSWER?!” chandra's snapping makes Dara jump. Chandra who had been known to be polite, gentle and authoritative now became a terrible figure. His eyes flashed sharply and his face reddened.

“I don't know ...,” replied Dara interrupted sobs.

“Don't lie to protect those bastard men!”

“I swear I really don't know. We need to talk later, Mom. We'll talk.”

Chandra rubbed her hair rough. Turning around, the man left her out with a million disappointments. Somehow the fate of the household who just counted the days. Though the journey is still very long, but thick fog and dark clouds have first come to head.

***

To be continued.

There's still a flashback to why Alif would do that, so don't skip. Bad people are born of good people who are hurt.

Sorry if typo I ticked on the street.