Trapped in Love Lecturer Idiot

First Night 2

Inspiration has completed the bath. He stepped out of the room, with his hair still wet, and used a plain white t-shirt he had been wearing since morning. He also wore short boxer shorts that he also wore since morning, because he forgot to prepare a copy shirt, so nervous he was with this situation.

'Why am I stupid, don't bring a copy of a shirt?' the mind of Inspiration that has been ashamed of Ara.

As much as possible Ilham covered the waist area down, using a small lucky towel is already available in his bathroom. He did not focus on the waist area upwards, whose shirt was wet with the rest of the water still on his body.

Ilham saw Ara who had finished changing her dress with a shirt, and also trousers, making Ilham rather embarrassed to show herself who only wears shorts.

Ara was nervous, when she saw Ilham who only wore shorts, in front of her. However, the chest of the field of Inspiration diverts Ara, making her unable to concentrate with the circumstances.

'Why is this even like this? How do I like to squirm his chest? Satisfying gini is it?' inner Ara who was nervous with the circumstances.

'The wood is wet, why does it look so sexy, anyway? What dream am I semalem?' the old mind of Ara is getting more and more slanted.

Ilham denied his gaze because he was embarrassed by Ara's gaze, "You take a bath first, let it be fresh again," muttered Ilham, making Ara look at him and then looked down embarrassed because she had looked at Ilham's chest excessively.

"OK," muttered Ara, who without further ado headed straight for the bathroom, to simply wash away her already sticky body.

Ilham sighed, when Ara had already entered the bathroom, making herself very limp.

Inspiration stepped towards the work desk, which was in the corner of the room. He sat there, and immediately picked up a small notebook, which he always put in his desk drawer.

He wrote down the words outpouring his heart, because it was his routine, which he did every night before going to bed. He has been doing this since he was a child. Wherever he was, he would always keep writing about what happened today.

..."Today, is my wedding day and also the girl I dreamed so much about. Eventually, everything went as I expected. However, I still have to hold back my feelings, even though she is now the only woman in my life."...

Ara had finished washing her body, until now her body felt very light. He accidentally saw Ilham sitting in the corner of the room, writing something in his notebook.

Ara came up to him and stood before him, "Sir Ilham didn't sleep?" asked Ara, making Ilham shocked, and immediately closed the notebook.

Ilham looked at Ara hesitantly, "Let me sleep, really. You sleep first" said Ilham, making Ara look at him with sadness.

'Surely Brother Ilham was disappointed, because the first night was beautiful for him, it was even like this. How else would you like? I haven't been able to accept her, Ara's inner self, making herself feel claustrophobic.

Ara stepped towards her sleeping bed, and crawled up. Very slowly, he laid himself on the bed.

'Today was tired, ' Inner Ara, who had unconsciously closed her eyes.

Inspiration looked towards Ara, who was already fast asleep. He let out a long sigh, because a room this big, felt very crowded to him.

Ilham smilingly looked at him, then immediately, he hung the figura on the wall of his room. He looked for a moment at the clear-cut photo.

"Beautiful" muttered Ilham, whose gaze was always on Ara, who was holding a flower bucket in her hand.

Inspiration put the gift he had prepared for Ara's birthday, on the bed next to Ara asleep. Not to forget he put down a happy birthday card for her. Because tomorrow is Ara's birthday. Right on February 2nd tomorrow morning, Ara was born into the world.

Remember her 10-year-old self, who was running around with Arash to see Arash's mother, who was trying to give birth to Ara to the world. That day, Ilam loved the presence of the little angel. Ilham also desperately wanted a sister, but it turned out that fate was not in his favor.

His mother had left Ilham to a very distant place there, since Ilham was only 2 years old. For this reason, Inspiration does not remember the feeling of being loved by the figure of a mother. However, it was fortunate that he had a very gentle father with him. Never been rude to him at all. Unlike Arash and Ara's father, who treats them harshly.

Inspiration enveloped Ara with a blanket thick enough, so that Ara did not feel cold. He looked at Ara with a very deep gaze, making the turmoil of his feelings even stronger.

"Happy birthday, my wife," muttered Ilham softly, worried about waking up his beloved wife.

With doubt and trembling hands, Ilham stroked Ara's hair very gently, while preparing to kiss her.

'Just a happy birthday kiss. It should be, ' the mind of Inspiration, which seeks to strengthen itself.

He drew closer to Ara, eager to kiss Ara on the forehead. However, he stopped himself, and immediately retracted his face to move away from Ara's plain face.

"Happy birthday," Inspiration could only murmur softly to Ara.

He smiled, then stayed away from Ara to return to his desk, to continue his activities incised feelings.

Inspiration again incised word for word, which was in his heart. Since childhood, no one has been able to listen to his story. Therefore, he was always looking for paper and pen, to incise all his feelings.

The introvert has been an inspiration all along.

All the feelings he buried himself, plus the busyness of his father that makes Ilham could not just talk to him.

..."From the beginning, I wanted him. It never occurred to him that he should get his heart, or his body. I just want to be with him, even though he never thought I existed."...

Inspiration looked towards Ara who was already completely asleep, making her also become very sleepy. He put his head on his arm, leaning on his desk. So tired, Ilham could no longer open his eyes.

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