The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 142 Don't touch me
Now only the two of them live in that house. Mita confused what must? There's an awkward feeling too. He realized the difference between before and after marriage. Both in one house like this makes it stubborn and misbehaving. Another case with Yahya who looks relaxed, than just keep smiling.
"Let's sit!" yahya orders while patting the other side of Mita's bed which is now their bridal room. It is not that according to Mita it is silent at the door and afraid to see Yahya who seems terrible.
Seeing his expression Yahya laughed. He thinks his wife is cute and adorable.
"We're married so what are you afraid of?" Yahya approached his wife who looked down, glanced and turned her eyes, it seemed that she was nervous to make him want to be uprooted but detained. Threw Mita's shoulder to face him even more down.
"Geek me!" pulled Mita's chin slowly to see her face. Mita was only able to catch a glimpse and then looked back down. Yahya chuckles.
"Whatever we do God willing will be a worship service except that which is forbidden." embraced and embraced Mita's body slowly. At first there was rejection like surprise but he did not let go.
"Gini-rich embrace can also be a reward." finally Mita was silent with a stiff body. Yahya smiled faintly, now he can freely touch his wife just need the process to get used to it.
In fact, hugging a stiff body like hugging a statue but Yahya did not run out of ideas, he stroked Mita's back trying to provide comfort and felt Mita's hand back hugging him even though hesitant. Yahya smiled feeling there was progress in their closeness rather than nothing.
"I'm sorry.." That's all Mita said but made her smile with a big bang.
"I'm asking you to start getting used to it." kissed the old Mita's forehead as if pervading every sense present and as if shackling him to do something more than that then he realized even though it was memorized for both of them still he felt at this time not yet timed.
"Marriage is worship." Mita just nodded her head in agreement and tightened her embrace making her very happy.
"O yes...how about changing the call?"
"I think MAS calls are too common and common." Mita reacted, reflexively looking at Yahya while frowning.
"I don't want to be confused with other men because I'm more special than them. I'm your husband, right?" Mita thunts.
"What do you want to call?" it turns out when invited to talk like this Mita is more relaxed to respond to it.
"Honey.for example." whispered Yahya seductively.
"Don't be ashamed of people." his voice sounded timid and spoiled, involuntarily playing his fingertips making abstract lines in Yahya's chest as deliberately tempting.
Yahya enjoys Mita's touch with his eyes closed but is instantly conscious when his lower body area reacts beyond his brain's command. At times like this Yahya cannot control because he has his own brain and if it continues Yahya will be tormented when not channeled. Yahya held Mita's frowning hands in confusion.
"Why?" ask Mita plain.
"You...will tease me?" his breathing began to be heavy. Mita is increasingly confused not to understand the direction of Yahya's conversation.
"Your touch made me******...." Mita reflexively let go and Yahya let it go because that closeness made her tormented.
Yahya took a deep breath, trying to understand the current condition of not wanting to force his wife to serve him now. There was still plenty of time he thought trying to calm himself down.
"Please make some coffee!" Yahya pretended to be busy with hp intended to shift his focus but instead looked cold in Mita's eyes.
"Is he angry?" his grunts smirked as he walked out of the room. Mita felt unwell and unfocused, who should have added sugar mistakenly adding salt. Finished stirring, Mita brought to the room to give to Yahya.
"Would the coffee be drunk here?"
"Hmm just put it there." Yahya replied without taking his eyes off the phone screen.
Mita is confused herself, just got married but things get so much trouble for both of them. She was uncomfortable with her husband's cold attitude. He heard her breath.
"Mas.." Mita finally opened the conversation while sitting at her study desk in her room. Yahya.
"Drinking the coffee to go cold is not good later." Yahya rose to his feet not wanting to disappoint his wife and sipped coffee with a frowning reaction.
"Salt chocolate." after tasting a little.
"Cure?" ask him confusedly. He did not remember adding sugar or salt because of his unfocused mind.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Well, try me rasain." Mita tasted the taste and it turned out to be salty.
"I'm sorry.it's wrong to add salt that I thought was sugar." Mita nyengir's. Yahya shook his head.
"We don't have to sleep..we're tired, right." Yahya pulled Mita to lie down and she also lay down while hugging Mita who did not refuse anymore.
Yahya closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry.I'm still stiff." Mita broke the silence. Yahya did not answer, listening with his eyes closed
"Honestly I feel guilty about you.I'm confused.this is new to me."
"I don't want to focus on putting salt in coffee wrong." Yahya hugged and kissed Mita's head, which was still covered in hijab.
"No pa pa pa.. I understand you are not accustomed to contact with men so naturally your body refuses." Mita tilted her body to face Yahya.
"Aren't you angry?" he asked as he looked at Yahya's face, seeking the truth.
"No."
"But why the fuck?" Yahya reopened his eyes and thought, remembering when he was being careless.
"I don't feel like you're cuekin."
"Yes..cuek..busy same hp." explained Mita.
"No...that was I shifted the focus below so do not have******" he replied casually, My shame.
"You don't know what the torment is of a man who wants too much and doesn't get distracted."
"I didn't know you refused so instead of languishing well diverted" Yahya said as he closed back. Mita breaks away from Yahya's embrace. He felt sultry to sleep wearing a hijab, this is also because he was carried away so he forgot to take off the hijab.
"Where are you going?"
"Silence.mau remove the hood." make sure the doors and windows are closed perfectly, think to sleep early no harm anyway it is past the time isya' so safe.
Go back into the room while removing the hijab and take a change of clothes in the closet.
"I'm going to change my clothes first." Yahya let it go, good also change clothes in the bathroom, do not imagine tormented if his wife changed clothes in front of him.
Upon Mita's return to the room, his eyes until not blinking looking at the appearance of his wife who is different from usual
"So the shampoo is now still wet forced to close the veil fearing there are still people coming." Mita while drying her wet hair with a towel. Yahya was astonished at the beauty of his wife, whom he had seen for the first time.
And back who sleeps so on again, he groans in frustration.
Mita who did not understand what happened to her husband was surprised and looked confused.
"What's wrong?" Mita approached her husband in a panic.
"Don't touch me!" yahya said with a stifled voice. Mita is getting shocked and confused, not knowing how to behave? The world is upside down, who should say DON'T TOUCH ME. This woman is even a man.
"Please get away from me!" Yahya realized he had been rude with his words but he was also confused about how to behave so asked Mita to stay away from him.
"Why?" tanyanya sad.
"Am I wrong again?" his eyes are already glazed. Yahya frustrated, wrong. It is not meant to hurt his wife but if continued will endanger himself if not strong.
Yahya reflex holding his wife's face.
"I'm sorry.I'm just.I'm not strong see you're rich gini" he said stammered with a hoarse voice. Mita's tears began to flow slowly from feeling guilty.
"Please don't cry.I.m...."
"I want you so much...." Mita is silent because she doesn't understand.
"I can't stand....wanted to******" was forced to speak clearly so that his wife understood his point.
