The Wasted Bride

Honeymoon

The sparkling night view of Toronto City from the 10th floor of The Ritz-Carlton Hotel is so stunning, luring Arwaa not to take her eyes off.

Until a pair of hands hugged her from behind made Arwaa surprised.

"Ma-us..."

The man who had legally become her husband chuckled at the nervousness of his wife.

"You'll get used to it Baby," [You'll get used to this dear]

A small kiss stuck to Arwaa's head made the woman's face instantly blush. The faint look of her tone was because it was covered by the glitter of the night.

"Sorry..." Lirih the husband.

Although hesitant and timid, Arwaa gently stroked the wrist that hugged her stomach. Hoping to calm the anxiety that in fact he also felt since the event this morning.

Slowly, the man wearing the white shirt flipped over Arwaa's body. Staring intensely at the beautiful netra of his beloved wife.

"If only Mas knew that the man who proposed to you was the son of the Ghifari Family. Mas will definitely not prepare an event at the mosque, even to the point of asking for their help."

"Why are you sorry? It's not your fault Mas" Arwaa put her hand on her husband's cheek to make him momentarily close his eyes, feeling the comfort of the hand he will always strive for happiness.

"Inshaallah there is no problem going on between me and the Ghifari Mas Family. Their families are very good and also understand that there is a soul mate who has arranged,"

"Abba and Amma, as well as Naina, though they know that one of her family is expecting me. They never pressured me or forced me to do that. Just like with Brother Naina, inshaallah he can be sincere about me who is not a match with him."

The husband smiled gently and looked at Arwaa. There was a warm feeling of Arwaa's words that seemed to try to keep his heart by not mentioning the name of another man in front of him.

Immeasurably the gratitude he felt for being able to marry a woman who was hearted and soft-spoken. Seen from how Arwaa treats and speaks to him, also love him and his little daughter, Hanna.

Indeed there is a particular anxiety that Attalaric felt when he found out if the manager of the mosque where he did the contract was the family who had proposed to Arwaa, his wife.

Attalaric found out about it from Aldair who called him earlier. Her sisters and Hanna did not come. Only Ms. Hayya and Mr. Ahmad accompanied Attalaric to Toronto.

Attalaric deliberately only brought his parents, especially Mr. Ahmad also told. At once Pak Ahmad wanted to familiarize himself with Grandpa Arwaa, considering they had done business cooperation together long ago.

While the reason Hanna was not brought was actually the idea of Hayya because she wanted to give time to Attalaric and Arwaa, so that Hanna quickly got a sister, he said.

Similarly, Aldair and Arrazi, they said they would not come because they wanted to take care of the reception for him and Arwaa in Jakarta later. Like a dream it feels to be able to get support from all members of his family, especially from Aldair.

After the event was over, Attalaric and Arwaa were immediately told to go to the hotel for the honeymoon plus an order from Bu Hayya. While Bu Hayya himself and Mr. Ahmad returned to the Arwaa family home. They will stay there first while getting closer to their daughter-in-law's family.

"Mah.s..."

'Cup'

Attalaric awakens from his daydream as soon as he gets a kiss on the cheek.

"Ei, start braver you yeah..." Goda Attalaric twists Arwaa's nose.

"Lagian Mas is called daydreaming," Arwaa's header rubbed his nose making Attalaric become anxious himself. But then Attalaric looked back at his wife.

"I'm sorry... I just thought that I was really lucky and grateful to be able to marry you. So many reasons that almost made me give up. Until there is one thing that makes Mas resolve to keep fighting for you, that is because Mas loves you."

Arwaa wiped away her tears that just flowed away. She was just as grateful as Attalaric for finally being able to become her halal lover and also the Mother of her little fairy.

"I love you too Mas, and Hanna."

Attalaric suddenly stole a short kiss on the lips of Arwaa ruum made his wife immediately lowered her head and hit her chest softly, "Mas mah take a chance," Arwaa murmured instead adding Attalaric's anxiety to him.

"It's okay, dear dong is already halal, so reward loh godain his own wife. You just kissed Mas' cheek," the god Attalaric raised his sweet wife's chin.

"That's different, Mas" said Arwaa nervously in a small voice as she shifted her eyes

"Ayoo different how to try. If anything different is like this."

Slowly Attalaric brought his face closer to the halal lover made his wife grow nervous instantly, but did not avoid.

Seeing Arwaa's reaction that instantly closed his eyes, Attalaric smiled slightly before linking his lips on the ranum lips of his beloved wife. Before long, because next Attalaric put his forehead on Arwaa's forehead, and looked in the eyes that he always wanted to look at it.

"Sholat sunah first yuk!"

Blushes

Not yet Arwaa replied, Attalaric directly raised Arwaa's body, "MAAS!" Pekik Arwaa was surprised to mix shame half-dead which only avenged keringan naughty husband.

"We make a sister for my dear Hanna," the god Attalaric kissed Arwaa's forehead which was in her arms making Arwaa resigned, and hid her face in Attalaric's chest.

***

Attalaric awoke as soon as he felt a small movement next to him. Slowly his eyes opened and smiled gently at the sight that would be his favorite. Slowly Attalaric tidied Arwaa's hair that covered her beautiful face.

Ah, how happy Attalaric is right now. It was very desirable for him to shout to let out a haru upheaval in his heart. Last night he was so fascinated by the beauty of his eternal lover.

Arwaa's black hair is wavy on her back, plus her wife's blue eyes that always make her dazzled every time she looks at him.

O God, so beautiful is your creation.

Attalaric did not stop giving thanks in his heart while looking at Arwaa who was still soundly asleep. Maybe his wife was so exhausted after their fight last night.

Ugh, remembering last night's events set Attalaric's passion on fire again. Thought of the clock stuck to the wall, it was still early morning. Should he wake his wife, and fulfill his dawn attack?

But Attalaric could not bear, considering last night Arwaa was in pain when doing that because last night was the first time for the wife.

But he is also not strong to resist the growing desire. That's why with a slow Attalaric menowel-nowel Arwaa cheeks make his wife slowly woke up.

"Dude..." Arwaa muttered in a hoarse voice as a result of last night did not stop sighing.

"Pulse... Get up yuk," asked Attalaric shyly. He looked like a child who was seducing his mother.

Arwaa herself was a little surprised by her husband's strange behavior. Even so slowly Arwaa began to wake up while holding a blanket that covered her innocent body so as not to be released.

"What what is Mas? Hungry?" Tanya Arwaa tries to hide her shy hue as soon as she recalls last night's incident.

Seeing Attalaric nod, Arwaa immediately picked up the phone on the nightstand next to their mattress.

"What are you doing, baby?" Tanya Attalaric was confused because Arwaa was focused on her phone instead.

"Find the restaurants that open near here. Who knows, we could take orders at this hour."

Attalaric gaped, not believing in the innocence of his wife. What he meant by hunger was another hunger, not a hunger of food.

Oh God, so worry himself he.

"Don't darling. No need," said Attalaric took Arwaa's phone made Arwaa turned to look at him confused.

"So they said they wanted to eat?"

"Yes yes, but not eating it..."

"What do dong eat?"

"Eat you..."

Attalaric looked at Arwaa's reddened face, as if his wife had understood what he meant.

"Maa-aa... Last night, wasn't it?"

"Um, you don't want to baby?" Tanya Attalaric put on a sad face.

"Bu-not so. But I'm..."

"Still sick?"

Embarrassed Arwaa nodded to answer the husband's question because with her who had just woke up, the bones in her body felt like porous all because of her pheasant. More of the pain left down there.

"The promise will be slower and softer. Yes yes yes I am..."

Attalaric kept begging to make Arwaa feel bad for herself. Moreover, her husband is entitled to it.

"Slow ya?" Arwaa's question ensured that immediately answered Attalaric's quick nod before the man again attacked the idol.

Softer, of course.

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