The Step Sister of Tiri

24. Embarrassed

At night, after dinner, Ayman and Zayna decided to go straight to bed. The heavy rain this afternoon made the air even colder. The blanket that wrapped around the bodies of the two could still make their bodies cold.

The atmosphere seemed to be helping them. Unknowingly the bodies of both are docked. Ayman and Zayna look at each other, delving into each other's feelings. Deep down, the woman felt comfortable and it was only obtained from her husband.

Their distance was getting closer, no matter who started it, the lips of both of them had clenched. This is Ayman and Zayna's first kiss after marriage. There was a vibration they had never felt. This is new for both and it is very intoxicating.

"I can't help it anymore. Can I ask for my rights?" ask Ayman after their link is removed.

The man looked at his wife's face flushed with embarrassment. He removed the small hair that covered Zayna's forehead so that she was more free to look at the beautiful face of the woman who had made her fall in love. Although in the heart of the wife there is no love for him, but Ayman also deserves the woman.

Without looking at her husband's face, Zayna nodded slowly. Ayman smiled and re-attached their lips. The wife began to get caught up in what she was doing. Slowly the man began to release one by one the cloths that were stuck to their bodies.

Zayna was so happy with what her husband did. It is undeniable that he also began to fall asleep with their activities. Although the woman often heard her friends telling stories, but it must have been different when she felt it herself.

The pain when the husband took his crown, changed the sense of pleasure as their activities went on. Until arriving at the peak of new pleasure this time both felt. The sweat soaked their bodies even though the atmosphere was cold.

Ayman kissed his wife's forehead. He thanked her repeatedly for keeping the crown and giving it to her. Zayna smiled as she nodded her head. She is also happy to give the right to her husband.

They also sleep while hugging under a blanket that is not too thick. Ayman's sturdy arms as a refutation of Zayna's head in order to tighten his embrace. The two did not expect that the first day in this house would be their first night. In a house that the man was no longer habitable to.

Ayman stared at the peaceful face of his sleeping wife. He just kept looking at her while smiling considering their hot activities. The man thanked his mother for giving the test to stay in this house. If both stay in luxury hotels or homes, not necessarily they can do that.

Houses without heating, it can make them give each other warmth. It is different if both are in the hotel. It's definitely the room warmers that work.

The sound of dawn awakens Zayna from her sleep. He opened his eyes and tried to move his body. But the woman was having trouble. When her consciousness was gathered, Zayna knew that her husband was holding her.

He also just remembered about last night's incident. Suddenly the woman felt ashamed of herself. Slowly, Zayna put away her husband's arm and looked for something to cover her body. Then she went to the bathroom to clean her body.

Finished with the ritual the woman returned to the room. Zayna saw her husband still asleep in his sleep. He tried to neutralize his attitude and tried to wake the man up.

"Mas, wake! It's dawn, we'll have bad luck" said Zayna by shaking the body of the husband.

Ayman squirmed his body lazily. He's feeling very sleepy. His eyes were still closed as if a beautiful dream made him reluctant to wake up

"Mas, come on, get up! It's dawn."

Ayman opened his eyes for a moment. He remembered about last night. The man looked directly at his wife. Zayna who was stared at also felt wrong.

"Oh, yes, I take a shower first" said Ayman who immediately passed to the bathroom. Fortunately, the man had to wear his boxer last night. Zaina chose to take ablution water in the front tap of the house only. Waiting too long for my husband to take a shower.

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"You're the right job, dong, Zivana! Time just like that you can't!" peekkik Savina while the two were in the kitchen.

"Mama, you know, if all this time I've never done kitchen work so, naturally dong if I can't. Why don't you just take the maid, anyway?" gerutu Zivana's.

"What do you pay for the maid? You haven't worked yourself. Zayna now follows her husband. He also stopped working."

"The really good part is Zayna. Her husband is poor and does not want to work. What if she had a rich husband? Can be lazy at home," said Zivana with a cynical tone.

"Yes, Mama was also surprised, even though her husband was just a motorcycle taxi driver, the pretenders did not need money. Use how to stop working everything. Surely soon he was expelled from his rented house and finally hitchhiking in our family because he was unable to pay the rent. What a shame the fate of the oldest child in this family."

"Anyway, Ma. If Zayna comes back to this house, she has to be a maid without a salary. Doing all the work in this house. It's good to stay here for free" grumbled Zivana.

"Ehm ...." The coming of Grace made Savina and Zivana waver.

"Papa, what do you want? Coffee or tea?" savina asked trying to look ordinary.

"Teh" said Grace. "Zayna is my daughter. He also has the right to live in this house. Even the right is greater because the land used to build this house is a gift from the parents of Aisyah, Zayna's mother. He also has the right to throw us out if he wants to."

Grace immediately went from there. While Zivana looked at her mother as if asking, what is it true that Grace said if Zayna had greater rights than herself and also Zanita? However, Savina just kept silent not saying anything.

All this time he was silent because he did not want anyone to know, that Zayna was the real owner of this House. For her, all of this was already hers because she was already the mistress of this house.

"Here you go, do not think of the words of your father. Now you continue your work!" exclaim Savina who continues her cooking activities.

"I don't want to! I can't cook and I don't want to learn to cook. I'd better eat outside." Zivana immediately left her mother. He did not want to dwell in the kitchen which would make his body smell.

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