Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Shopping Bumil Needs

After hanging up her phone call, Dara hastened to clean up by soaking herself in a bath up. A facility was available that he rarely enjoyed before.

“It turns out nice too so rich man's wife,” murmured. “How about if I was still Chandra's wife, I wouldn't be this happy.”

But remembering the name made him think back to the figure of Chandra that he had for three years more. During this time Dara never expected that Chandra could be such a broken man. Three more years with him there are always small ripples in their relationship, but not a little Dara knows more about any of his habits. He just tried to trust each other, that's all. Is it possible that he is too innocent, or insensitive, like what Alif said to him?

For a moment he thought about the fate of Chandra's wives. Poor them too, he thought. Because the brand's entry into Chandra's life was because his man allowed him to open the door. Otherwise—they won't come in. All the mistakes will never happen.

After bathing, Dara changed her clothes with a pink spaghetti-styled home dress knee-length. Since marrying Alif, I don't know why he likes to collect clothes with minimal materials like this. The man always praised him and loaded him who was previously shy to become more confident.

The phone rang, making Dara enough to do makeup and immediately took the phone.

“I am in front, please open the door,” a message from Alif.

“Loh, Alif is home?” Dara wondered why she did not hear the sound of her car at all. Arriving at the door, Dara immediately found the man smiling.

“Good afternoon Cutie.”

“Sorry, Lif .. Your car's voice is not heard all the way to.”

“Tak what ..” Alif enters by embracing his wife inside.

“I took a shower earlier so the door I lock.”

“Good, don't be banged up about this.” Alif dyed Dara's fragrant hair and suddenly with a single jolt, the man pulled Dara towards the sofa and sat down on her lap. “She said kangen.”

“What to here?” ask Dara, disagree.

“I've told you, I can do it anywhere.”

“I'm ashamed ...”

“Start now get used to. We're at home not in public places.”

The endless kisses floating on Dara's lips made the woman breathless and tired. And this time, Dara had to get rid of the shame, because Alif had dropped his clothes in the living room. Things they never did except in their room. Now his body twitched when Alif punched his chest and played it very wild. Making Dara repeatedly mooed and resigned as her body shook with caresses.

“Why?” ask Alif after a while. He thought that Dara could no longer hold it any longer. Dara was speechless with the romance of the face which of course desperately wanted more.

“Lif ... is perverted your middle name?”

Alif laughed softly.

“You made it like this ...”

“What's it like?” his temptation.

“Do not pretend not to know,” Dara replied.

“Crazy with my touch?” Alif made it clear to make the woman nod. “Say you love me,”. “I want to hear.”

“I love you.”

Alif returned to his chest with great anxiety. But moments later, Dara again protested as Alif restyled his clothes again. “Why stop?”

“But unfortunately I haven't had a shower yet, so I have to take a shower first.”

“How dare you start, but do not want to end, you evil husband!” this time it was Dara who was grumbling with annoyance.

“Will I continue later after I clean,” Alif replied with a smile. He felt like the luckiest man in the world could have Dara and win her heart. Now the woman can't escape from her anymore.

***

Alif and Dara just got out of the hospital. Both of them smiled widely when they saw the results of their child's USG which turned out to be well developed. The fetus has begun to form parts of his body even though it is still very small. Based on the explanation of the doctor just now, Baby Cil is still the size of a cherry. Really am. No one is happier than a couple when they have a baby.

“I've calmed down,” Dara said to the man beside her. “Our son is fine. But next time the frequency is reduced again yes.”

“Cannot promise.”

“Why is that?”

But Alif chose not to heed it. “We'll just leave tomorrow,” Alif responded. “What have you not prepared?”

Alif showed me a chair not far from them. Just walk a little, dara's been complaining. “Do you need a wheelchair?”

“For what? I'm not a sick man. Shame to wear it.” Dara thought back to everything she had not prepared.

“Most bring warm clothes.”

“I don't have many warm clothes here. All left at home Mother.”

“You buy first?”

“Can't just take it there?”

“Don't be silly, Ra?” alif said he did not think. “There may be we leave waiting for your warm clothes to arrive here. From here to Pluit, close by. Your house is in the far corner, get here in three or four days at the earliest. Anyway, I can buy him a new one. As much as you want.” Alif shook his head to hear the wife who was still calculating.

“If you remind me from yesterday, I've asked Mom to send it.”

“Do not trouble parents. Just buy.” Alif. Anxious about his wife's strange behavior. Really another female.

The two continued on their way to the mall to shop. And by the time they got there, Alif forced her to get into a wheelchair so she wouldn't feel exhausted.

“I'm ashamed, Lif. I'm shy. I can walk alone, huh?” push Dara gently.

Alif shook his head, he had brought his wheelchair from the information section. It is specially designed for disability. “Sit here, Ra.” while moving his hand.

“I am not disabled, Alif,” Dara still refused, "do not want.”

“But you're a pregnant woman. Don't take any chances. Come on, don't argue. Don't think about yourself. There are other lives you must take care of. Poor Baby Cil.”

“Ya already,” Dara said after being silent for some time. Seeing her husband's assertiveness made Dara unable to argue. He sat in a wheelchair withholding an extremely embarrassed feeling. But maybe people will know because he has used a loose-fitting pregnant dress on his stomach.

“I'm ashamed ...”

“For what shame? We go directly to the clothing outlet, all of you buy another dress for the next few months.”

“Oh, yes. I've never thought of that before. Are we going to buy clothes for Baby Cil too?”

“If for that later, we can come back later. What matters is you first.”

They went into the clothing store and began to sort out, so that they did not feel the basket they were carrying was full. Maybe because of pregnancy, Dara is easily attracted to everything, especially with bright colors. So the woman immediately pointed and asked Alif to put her in the basket. Without fear of how many bills her husband had to pay.

“It's good, it's also good,” muttered Dara matching scarf to her neck. “Take both can?” the woman looked at Alif with an adorable smile.

“Hmmm.”

'He refused to shop, so here you drain my money. Oh ... the Bird of the Virgin.'

“What do you want to buy, I'm just in time?”

“I don't need yet. My clothes are still a lot.”

“Loh? Alif, Dara?”

Hearing someone call made the two turn their heads.

“You guys shop here?” ask again. “Why are you two walking? Do you know each other?”

“We are married,” replied Alif firmly. This woman is a former Alif who used to live next door to Dara's contract. Andari Pangesti's. Alif himself often called him Esti.

***

Seriate.

There is no lakor2an here. I only bring up for ripples.I emphasize again, Alif is love dead with Dara.

So calm down, viewers. The name is also novel does not feel exciting if the slab2 continues.

Happy reading.