Tarnished On The Bride's Night
We're Not the New Bride
“Ssshh,” Alif hissing when lowering Dara to bed. At that time his hand was holding his stomach which suddenly felt pain.
Dara who panicked suddenly joined the section, “Alif ... You do not make fear. Pain huh?”
Alif nodded, “Slightly. I forgot to carry a heavy load.”
“I'm Just 55 kilo.”
“55 kilo you said Just?”
“So mah is still slim. Later if baby Cil is big my weight can rise how many more kilos.”
“Don't be too big.”
“Why don't you like it when I'm fat?” skink.
“Do not be too sensitive. Too fat is also not good. You yourself also lack confidence. Not I don't like.”
Alif began to take off his own clothes, following Dara's clothes. But when his hand reached to his back, he had a bit of trouble. “Why is it hard?”
“Aisstt, that's not the way, Lif. This has the hook opened first,” Dara said very worriedly.
The man chuckled, “Because it took too long off, I forgot how opening.”
“Do not be silly!” said Dara disagreed with what Alif said just now.
“We start from zero.”
“About me to fill up on gasoline?”
“Mmm ... hug first let it calm down,” he said who also went up to the bed. Hugged her and kissed her very gently.
Dara heard Alif's irregular heartbeat. Like someone who just ran a marathon. “You're nervous, Lif?”
“Slight.”
Dara grew increasingly laughable at his confession. “Plis, don't make me laugh.”
“What do I do?” ask Alif. “I'm Just deg-degan.”
“We're stale brides, time is still nervous too?” Dara let go of Alif's embrace and changed her position to sit down. “Try your breath first ...,” Dara tries to instruct Alif to be calmer.
“Already!”
“Hold ...”
Alif did it again. Breathing deeply to fill his lung cavity as much as possible.
“Release,” Dara said again. “Do that over and over until morning.”
“What?!” his screeches.
“Handering .. yes, you are about until you feel better.”
“Well we start, Ra,” said Alif after a while later. But when he began to overlap, Dara again voiced ...,
“Please on remember, there is baby Cil, Lif.”
“Tahu ...”
***
Tonight passed with great fun. Because in the end they can perform worship that they have not fulfilled for a long time. Although it is very different from the first at the beginning of marriage, because now they have to be slower and more careful. Dara is pregnant and Alif has just finished surgery—so they have to take better care of themselves.
“What hurts?” alif asked because Dara was silent after their activities.
“Sick, did it run out diapain?”
“Ya item time.”
“What the hell do you think, Lif? Don't sableng.”
Alif opened the blanket, then grabbed the glove cloth nearby and headed to the bathroom. There, he first cleaned himself because he intended to leave the house to buy Dara martabak the desired egg.
“He said the cravings should be obeyed,” murmured. Not believing in myths, but he's just trying to be a good husband and father. Alif felt that he had failed to become a man because he had damaged the happiness of others, and Alif did not want this failure until it happened repeatedly.
After heating his motor for a moment, he immediately slid to the location. Not how long he queued there until then managed to bring home the martabak; the order of his beloved wife. But as he passed by, he saw Yudha sitting in front of the gate like a missing person. Unusually, the man he knew the most alim was exhaling the smoke of pleasure. Until then he couldn't stop.
“What are your eyes blurry?” answer Yudha.
“Awas, later banned from entering.” Alif realized Yudha's wife was somewhat different from his wife. If Dara liberates, but for Vita does not. That's what he's thinking right now.
“No need bucket!” yudha threatened.
“Without me bucket, pan or basin he will know from the smell of your clothes,” Alif replied, “are you tired of being a pious man? Or are you bored of living?”
“Silence, bucket!” yudha's view now turns to two food bok that are chained in the front Alif motor body. “What is it?”
“Martabak eggs.”
Yudha clucked at Alif's wet hair, “You bribed him with that food?”
“Nak only!” sudang Alif understood his brother's intentions just now. “I bought him because he cravings.”
“Great, this hour has got ration.”
Alif smiled remembering how Yudha had suffered all this time because of her own conversion. “Man, if you have glorified another human being, it means that he is not as lucky as that person. Is that true?”
Yudha did not justify, but did not argue, he even muttered a kind of person who was pouring out feelings. “I have to wait for midnight first, wait for all the kids to sleep. That's if Vita is still okay. Usually when we are tired we sleep. I'm fasting again.”
Alif chuckling. How unfortunate his fate is, haha! Don't keep printing kids!
“That caused you a mess?” alif's gaze led to a cigarette that was almost completely exhausted.
“Not because of that too, I do want to,” said Yudha later. “Once in a while. Healthy living can also hurt. Like you.”
“You want?” Alif gave her 1 box. Coincidentally he bought two portions and he just thought, Dara also could not spend it at once. Maybe this is his recipe.
Yudha. “Thanks.”
“Umi same Abah already sleeping?”
“So still chatting in the living room,” replied Yudha. “Are you guys not vacationing honeymoon or babymoon? After getting married, anyep. Go for a walk, you can still. Don't be like me. Just finding time for both is hard. Later can regret.”
“Waiting for a marriage book out.”
“Againly old usually. I used to be too." Yudha told her own experience. Because he also first married Siri before marrying Vita legally, a year later. After his son was born.
"Where are you going on vacation?”
Alif put his shoulders. “Because I refused to take you abroad. She's not the kind of woman on vacation. His house is on the mountain, probably bored. Unlike us who rarely see the scenery.”
“Ke Bandung only close. I'll recommend the place.”
“Seriously? is there a good one?”
“Some later I'll give you a look at his view.”
“You want to come?”
“What are my kids, Lif?”
“Take any. There is a baby sitter.”
“Stay me hassles.”
“Jalani just first. Next we set the time,” said Alif finally steady decided. “I go home first. Afraid of me getting cold.” He turned on the starter again and continued the journey which was only a few meters away. Arriving in front of the house, he saw Dara who was waiting for him there.
“Once you stop there, Lif? Why?” dara asked with a view towards Umi Ros's house.
“So chat with Brother,” replied Alif. If he was a pro, he would call him brother. But if he is hostile, he will immediately call him Yudha without any mention. Love Alif!
“This is your order,” Alif extended his souvenirs.
“Yeeaay, thanks ...”
“Include. Not good night-night outside.” Alif immediately led him into the house and locked the door.
***
Seriate.
Traveling can be yes, want romantic2an can also be the same origin of the husband himself. I made it like this just because I needed to. No romantic novels have 21+ scenes? hehe. Ntar tasteless. Like cooking without salt.
