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18. Good luck!

Rizky answered him a long time ago, he seemed to be looking for an excuse.

"Later in the night, he'll be tired, so let's take a break."

"Oh yes already." Gita hangs up the phone and leaves Nella's room.

*

A few minutes later, Nella finished her bath. The beautiful girl came out of the bathroom wearing a kimono towel with wet hair, she was also shampooing earlier.

Nella was immediately shocked to round her net when she saw the bright red clothes on the bed.

"Astaghfirullah, what kind of clothes is this?" Nella took the clothes on her fingertips, she grimaced amusedly. "Said Bu Gita earlier, this is the outfit Rizky chose?"

Nella immediately threw the clothes under the bed.

"I thought he was a total pervert! As for me now being his wife, he arbitrarily chose such clothes for me!" furious Nella. He moved his feet into the closet.

When he opened the closet door wide, he again looked up. Because there's clothes like that again in there. Even the contents of the closet are only clothes less material with the same model, only different colors and amounted to four pieces. Maybe five pieces with clothes that Nella had thrown under the mattress.

Annoyed, Nella slammed the closet door and sat back on the bed. Of course he did not want to wear the clothes, especially after knowing if there is a name Rizky as the voter.

"You think I'm gonna do the first night with you, do you? What a bitch you are, Rizky!" Nella monologues with her lights.

His ears suddenly rattled the sound of the villages of Han Rizky and Anna while on the toilet. Really, making herself nauseous, Nella closed her ears and shook her head.

"No-no, I can't be touched by Rizky. I'll get her a divorce!"

***

It was almost midnight, Rizky was still busy chatting with her friends, they were all almost mocked the newlyweds.

"How many rounds do you want, Riz? I'm sure you don't want just one round. Hahahaha ..," said Bima while laughing out loud.

"He is clear, his seed is clear" said another friend, they numbered four.

"Lu's great, aren't you single? Kok suddenly married suddenly, then with his son Pak Sofyan again, where still a girl. Won a lot of you." The man of Rizky's age patted Rizky's arm.

"Yes that's great! Now you don't have to hire Anna anymore. Her daughter Pak Sofyan is much prettier and sexy, and more seductive of course, hahahaha ..," added another friend of Rizky's, stroking Rizky's chin.

Rizky just laughed awkwardly, he did not answer a single question that came out of their mouths. Originally, Rizky's mind was not calm thinking later when meeting Nella in the hotel room.

"Rizky, how come you haven't entered the hotel room? You think you're there already" said Gita, who had just approached Rizky, patting her on the shoulder.

"He's groggy he said, Auntie." Rizky's friend who cheated on her.

"Are you really groggy? Why that? Isn't this the night you've been waiting for?" ask Gita while stroking her two cheeks. But suddenly the two cheeks instantly met red.

Rizky is not a hypocrite, her little heart does desire. He is also certainly curious to feel the pleasure of the first night, no matter the woman he loves or not. Most importantly, he can make love. But .. ah yes already, Rizky also tangent to how.

What is expected? Mom is pretending to forget or what, anyway? Make me feel dizzy! I know Nella's attitude so, she must have refused!' rizky grumbled in heart.

"You drinking?" gita asked, pointing at some empty bottles of alcohol on the table.

"That's good, Riz! From now on you can't drink that illicit drink. Swing around! Now we go to the hotel room, it's night. Poor Nella's waiting for you." Gita pulls Rizky's arm, so she wakes up from sitting down. But his son's ass was as if it was stuck to a chair, heavy as it was to lift.

"I'm gonna stay up, Mah" he refused.

"Well, that's good. But stay up in the hotel room alone with Nella."

"I don't want to, I just want to stay up here with my friends" he said.

"Look along!" The Gita does not want to hear the word rejection. Then he pulled Rizky's arm rough until Rizky finally stood up.

Ah Mamah this sucks, I don't want a room with Nella. What if I was nafs?

"Gays, I'm gonna take a break, okay? Thank you guys for coming" Rizky told his four friends.

"OK, Bro! Good luck, Riz! Don't forget to take some strong medicine from me!" reprimand Bima while chuckling.

"Main slow down Riz! Look out ... Don't make Nella cry, but make her moan!" timpal his other friend chuckled. They keep on teasing Rizky who has passed away with her mother into the elevator.

Ting~

After the elevator doors opened, they walked to the bridal room. For some reason, Rizky's heart suddenly pounded violently, his hands shaking and wet.

That groggy feeling is now coming back. In fact, Rizky tried to push away from the desire of the mother to do the first night. But he was afraid to meet Nella. Fear of his faith is weak, especially if later sleeping in bed with him.

"Riz! Why are you keeping quiet? Not in!" gita's word while patting Rizky's shoulders violently, to make Rizky who was daydreaming to be gasped.

"Ah, yes .. yes," he said nervously.

"You daydreaming? Why do you keep daydreaming from morning? What's the problem?"

Rizky let out a heavy sigh. "Actually .. eemm ...." Rizky paused his words for a while, hesitating to tell the truth.

"What actually?"

"Ah no, Mah. I'm just tired. I'll go in first then." Rizky attached the system card under the door handle, as the room was locked from the inside.

"May work! Wait for your good news!" Gita pats Rizky on the back before the child enters the room.

Rizky and Nella are gonna do the first night, but Gita's busy. He wanted to step into his room next to Rizky's, but hesitated.

Eemm... roughly, if they are legitimate mende, sounding outside no, huh?

Gita's soul thrashed, the mother of three children finally put her left ear on the door of Rizky's room. As if they wanted to hear what they were going to do in there. But it is not denied, he also prayed in the heart.

O Allah, let go of my son's first night. Hopefully ... his wife does not refuse.

Gita rubbed her face with both palms, at the end of her prayer.

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