The Tarnished Wife

You're ugly when you cry

As the day wore on, Zayn walked back and forth in his room. He occasionally rubbed his cold palms. Whether cold from nervousness or awkwardness from tonight, she will sleep with Rara.

Zayn was inside this room himself. While Rara is still in Zoey's room and turns to Zac's room. Rara accompanied her two children in their respective rooms until they fell asleep. While Zayn in his room is weighing whether Rara can touch or not, because he does not want Rara to feel uncomfortable. Although actually Zayn really wants to touch Rara's body again.

The fateful night, very imprint for Zayn. He still remembers very well the curves of the body of his puja woman. Although it was a mistake, but according to Zayn it was the most beautiful mistake, a mistake that he could not repeat to others.

“Zoey, haven't slept yet?” rara asked after she finished reading the fairy tale a second time for her daughter.

“Zoey can't sleep?”

“Why? Today is so exhausting. Zac has gone to sleep,” replied Rara.

“But make Zoey today a nice day, until Zoey can't sleep.”

Rara laughed and hugged her daughter again. “Zoey happy, Mama home?”

Zoey nodded and smiled widely. “Very, sangaat happy.”

“Then, Now Zoey sleeps huh. You should rest. Okay fine! Tomorrow we have fun again.”

Zoey nodded, then closed her eyes. He forced his eyes to shut and Rara kissed the forehead

“Daddy's daughter, haven't slept?” asked Zayn who suddenly opened Zoey's room.

Zayn had just been to Zac's room to make sure his son had a break and was not playing his gadget. Then, switch to Zoey's room.

“Sstt ..” Rara closed her lips with her index finger. “He just slept.”

“Ups ..” Zayn immediately pursed his lips and approached the wife who was still sitting on the edge of the princess' bed.

Zayn kissed Zoey.

“It was hard to put her to sleep,” Rara said as she stared at Zoey's face.

“She's too happy because you're home.”

Rara turned her gaze towards Zayn. Zayn is like that.

“Do you guys miss me so much?” ask Rara.

“Very.”

Rara smiled and Zayn took his wife out of the room. Zayn also turned off the lights before closing the door.

Zayn held Rara's hand towards her room. They walk in tandem. Dada Rara, don't ask what it sounds like. Dag dig dug it's. It was like she was going to do the first night, when she was no longer a girl.

Rara walked down and occasionally turned her head towards Zayn. When Rara turned her head, Zayn turned to her until they met and they laughed. Zayn's heart was beating. They just walked hand in hand to the room.

Zayn and Rara laughed again.

“We are already rich agebe aja,” said Zayn who then opened his room door.

“That's it, you. I didn't,” answered Rara lying.

“Yakin?” Zayn tickled Rara's waist.

“Ah, Zay. Geli.” Rara laughed and avoided her husband.

However, Zayn stayed close and again tickled Rara. They were standing between the bed and the sofa. Rara ran away from her husband's tickle.

“Udah ah, sleep. it's already malem,” said Rara who immediately sat on the king-size bed and pulled the blanket.

Rara's breath was still stung because of Zayn who asked his wife to joke. Zayn was the same, He sat on the bed with a sigh and still a little laugh.

“It's still gelian,” said Zayn.

Since childhood Zayn was happy to tickle Rara, because the woman would immediately laugh if it was tickled by her waist and her body would also sway.

“You are also gelian. Yes, I'm also sorry.” Rara replied with a menoel Zayn waist and it turns out Zayn was too keen.

Rara laughed happily because she was able to reply to Zayn.

“Say people, amused men tickled his sign dear wife,” said Zayn.

“Masa? That could be you. Ngor!” ask Rara.

“Ih, don't believe.”

“Ngga. Udah ah, sleep!” Rara laid her body tilted towards Zayn unintentionally, then closed her eyes.

Zayn slid his body and leaned towards Rara. He refuted his head with his hands while staring at the wife's shady face.

Rara's eyes were closed, but her mind glared at Zayn's words. She remembers Reza's attitude when she was her husband. Yes, Reza can't be tickled. The man did not feel amused at all when Rara tickled his waist.

Almost twenty minutes Rara's eyes were closed, but in fact she did not sleep. Rara's thoughts go to everything that has happened between her, Zayn, and Reza. The way of God is so beautiful. He did not think that he felt a real love, because with Zayn, he became himself without being made-up must be perfect before him. It's how they have been since childhood, it's always been.

Rara opened her eyes slowly, and Zayn's face was right in front of her. They faced without distance. Both of Zayn's eyes were staring at Rara.

“Loh, you haven't slept,” said Rara gently.

“Hmm .. sorry Zayn but I haven't ..”

“Sst ..” Zayn pressed his index finger against Rara's lips. “It's okay. I'm not gonna dispute that. I'll wait for you until you're ready.”

Zayn paused his words and went back to talking. “I'm just too happy to sleep in one bed with you. You can think of it, right?”

Zayn smiled as he looked at his wife.

“Huu ... Basic gumbal.” Rara rubbed Zayn's perverted face.

“Ck, people talk seriously said dreadlocks anyway.”

“Yes, no. You were once a playboy cap lizard.”

Zayn laughs. “I did that, just to make you jealous. Uh, even I'm jealous.”

“Solah herself, why didn't you tell me from the beginning if you liked me. I could change my mind at that time.” Rara laughs.

They did not go to sleep, instead engrossed in chatting while lying on their sides by making their hands as a base to lay down their heads.

“I was hopeless first then,” said Zayn lirih.

“But dare to be insolent,” sahut Rara.

“Sorry,” says Zayn again.

They look at each other.

“I'm ready to get a punishment from you. I'm also ready to wait.”

“If I still can't give my obligations as a wife. how?” ask Rara to test as far as Zayn's patience.

“I'll wait.”

“Then up to a month, even a year. How?” ask Rara again.

“I'll wait.”

Rara's heart was immediately filled to hear Zayn's answer. “Why?”

“What?” Zayn asked back.

“Why do you want to wait?” ask Rara.

“Because I love you.”

Rara fell silent and she turned her body. He turned his back on Zayn. I don't know what love Zayn gave her. That love really makes Rara like a perfect woman. Rara was crying.

Zayn felt Rara's body tremble. He hugged that body too. “Don't cry, Honey! After the qobul ijab earlier, I promise myself, will not make you cry.”

“You can't be like this, Zayn. I will love you more.”

Zayn smiled. “That's what I want.”

Zayn pulls Rara's body back to face him. He also wiped away the traces of tears. “Don't cry, Ra! From small you are ugly if you cry. So I don't want to make you cry.”

“Zayn,” screams while hitting her husband's chest.

Zayn laughed and hugged the body. “Already. Let's go to sleep! I'll hug you to sleep.”

Rara turned her back and Zayn slept by hugging Rara's body from behind. Rara accepted the hug and felt something behind her bok*ng.

Rara is neither a girl nor a newly married woman. He knew exactly what was behind his body.

“Zayn,” call Rara down.

“Hmm ..” replied Zayn with closed eyes. He enjoys the fragrance of Rara's intoxicating body.

“There is something stuck down there,” said Rara slowly.

“He is like that if he's near you, baby. So let it go,” said Zayn with eyes still closed and both hands tightly clutched the body of the wife.

“You sure it's okay?” ask Rara lirih.

“You're ready to put him to bed?” asked Zayn who then opened his eyes.

Rara looked back and Zayn looked at the beautiful face. Then, Rara shook her head.

“Yes already, then do not have to ask. Let him be like that.”

Rara turned her back to her husband. His mind was torn between pity and fear.

“Sleep, Darling. I'm sincere. You will not sin for not serving me tonight,” said Zayn gently in Rara's ear, making the guilt in Rara's mind disappear.

“Ah, Zay. There are always things that make me love you more. Thank you,” muttered Rara inwardly with a smile and began to close her eyes.