Trapped in Love Lecturer Idiot

First Night

The show is over. Ara has now been brought by Ilham, heading to the new house that his father gave to Ilham at that time.

Inspiration stopped the car decorated with ribbons with wedding flowers, right in front of his yard.

Inspiration took a long breath. In any case, Ilham felt very confused. His heart was beating, faster than usual. This is his first night with Ara. Although Ilham knows, nothing will happen to them tonight, but still it feels very happy.

Inspiration turned to Ara who had fallen asleep, next to her steering chair. The makeup she wore, still clearly visible on each side of her face, made Ilham smile to see her.

Inspiration touched Ara's face very gently, "Honey .. wake up yuk, we have arrived," murmured Ilham very gently, making Ara wake up from her sleep.

Ara snorted, because the Inspiration that stroked her face, making her shocked half to death.

"Well, Brother Ilham why hold me?" asked Ara who cornered herself, to the corner of the car, like a frightened person.

Inspiration flinched, "I'm sorry to startle you. I just want to tell you, we have arrived at our new home" murmured Ilham, making Ara look around her.

Ara gave a confused look, while constantly sighing, 'Oh ... how do you forget that now I'm married to her?' inner Ara who had forgotten her status, who was already the mistress of Fauzie.

Inspiration flashed a smile at him, "We're in?" bargaining Inspiration, made Ara look at him, then gave a small nod.

Ilham opened her seat belt, and also the belt that Ara was wearing, making Ara fall silent and stare at Ilham.

'Why do you remember Morgan?' inward Ara, who remembers Morgan's sweet treatment, always opens her seatbelt for her.

Inspiration looked at her with a smile, then immediately exited the car, and opened the door for Ara.

The car door opened, Ilham thrust his hand towards Ara, making Ara even more sad.

I doubt what it should be like. After thinking for a moment, Ara reached for Ilham's hand, and immediately stepped outside the car.

They entered slowly into a very large house, for them.

"Acica ...."

Inspiration opened the door of the house, then opened the light switch, and immediately the room was lit very bright.

The atmosphere looks awkward here, because there are only them in this house.

Ilham looked at Ara hesitantly, "Mmm .. sorry, the house is not as good as your old house, and also not as spacious. There are only two rooms in this house. One main room, and one guest room. The guest room has not been cleaned yet. So you can rest in the main room. Later ... I rest on the sofa," muttered Ilham, making Ara beliciously with what she said.

Ilham smiled, then immediately left Ara there.

"Sister!" tekik Ara who made Ilham stop his steps, "Brother sleep in the main room alone, with me," said Ara, who made Ilham smile, without looking at Ara.

Ilham again continued his steps, and immediately put all the items that he had not been able to neaten, in the guest room. Except, Ara's stuff is really hard to get out. He put it in the main room.

After finishing tidying his belongings, Ilham went into the main room, and accidentally saw Ara who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

With doubt, Ilham continued his steps and sat down next to Ara.

Ilham turned his head towards Ara, who was still wearing the white dress, "You .. didn't take a shower?" tanya Ilham, made Ara bow.

Undeniably, Ara also felt the same thing, as Inspiration felt. His heart was racing, making him almost unable to breathe, plus the corset he had worn since morning, further making his chest and gynecological tightness.

"In a moment," answered Ara, making Ilham swallow his saliva violently, "Sir Ilham did not take a bath?" asked Ara, making Ilham shocked to hear it.

The atmosphere instantly became more ambiguous, because their conversation topic seemed to be just flat, and ambiguous.

"Ma-tigers. Do you want ... shower with me?" tawar Ilham, who let loosely spoke like that, because his mind was in turmoil, made Ara delicately hear him.

Ilham gave a sigh, seeing Ara's expression which he thought might have already become very disturbed. Inspiration becomes its own spark.

"Sir ..," cried Ara, at the same Inspiration just silently staring at him.

Ara waved her hand in front of Ilham, "Sister Ilham ..," cried Ara louder than before, making Ilham surprised and awakened from her daydream.

Inspiration looked at Ara who was in front of him, twitching her forehead, "Huh, yes, why?" tanya Ilham, made Ara pursed her lips.

"I asked from earlier, Ilham did not take a bath?" asked Ara, making Inspiration exhale loudly, because his words were just a delusion.

Inspiration rubbed his face rough, "Yes, I took a shower first, huh?" a very embarrassed Inspiration to the situation.

Inspiration who could not think clearly, immediately set foot towards the bathroom in his room.

Ara looked astonishedly at him, "Did she take a bath not bring towels and copy clothes?" muttered Ara, who was astonished by the strange behavior of Inspiration for him.

Ara immediately took out the equipment to remove her extremely thick makeup, while waiting for Ilham to finish his bath.

With the cotton and micellair water he had, he wiped the entire side of his face. He continued to clean, until all the rest of the makeup was lifted from the surface of his facial skin.

In the bathroom, Ilham soaked in the bath tub, making his body feel very relaxed. However, it cannot be denied, Ilham could not eliminate his bad thoughts about Ara's speech earlier.

He was very upset with himself, being near Ara, even made him feel very burdened like this.

"I love you even more" murmured Ilham, who held back his passionate feelings, because he knew he could do nothing more.

It's the same as getting himself hurt over and over again, isn't it?

"Huft ...."

Ilham gave a rough sigh. His mind was too tense, to the point of not being able to think clearly.

"Now if it's like this, the room I can use to spill emotions, just here," murmured Inspiration merrily, then drowned half his face into the water.

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