Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)
83. It's beautiful
"Give me Papa's money!" merry told his father.
"For what, dear? Didn't you just get a hundred million remittances from your mother-in-law?" asked the man to look at his son's face.
"It was for two months, and I wanted to buy something" he replied convincingly.
"Alright, but don't make anything." Anwar raised one of his index fingers.
"Yes, I just want to buy a new bag later." she replied smiling happily, she was the only child where Anwar might not obey his daughter's wishes.
"Go home and rest, do not forget to tell Papa if something happens to your womb" said Anwar again.
"Yes, thank you Papa." answered Merry so happy.
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"We'd better go home, I know you can't wait to spend the night with your beautiful wife" said one of the invitees and laughed at the others.
Anggara just smiled broadly, turning slightly Zahira had gone upstairs with Aunt Lastri. The old woman clearly understood what to do, she would help Zahira change clothes.
"See you in three days, don't forget to share your experience with me." whispered one of his nosy colleagues.
Anggara let them tease him and laugh when others also come along.
A few hours passed, the weather outside became cooler when cloudy came to cover the moon who always wanted to smile to see anyone who was overwhelmed with happiness. Raindrops adorn the atmosphere with their soft details, creating the beauty of a couple who just said a sacred promise.
The man looked refreshed in a casual dress with a damp face and slightly wet hair, walking towards the room of the girl who had just become his wife.
"Wear this one!" pinta Aunty to the girl.
"Isn't Aunt embarrassed, this looks short?" the answer sounded until he came out.
"No, your husband will like it. It's purposely bought for you, to please your husband." replied the subtle Aunt.
It seemed like Zahira was complying, making the eavesdropping man smile.
"Do I look like a teaser?" ask the girl again.
"You're teasing your husband, not someone's husband." Aunt confirms with a smile.
"True, thank you Aunt" he said happily.
"Auntie stay first! Remember to make your husband always happy." Auntie's message again.
"Yes" he answered as if promising, and was smiled back by Aunt while closing the door.
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His brown eyes immediately caught a small but contained figure in a pleasant part, looking very fitting if hugged tightly. Such a perfect appearance with a white dress, transparent on the shoulder but covered on the chest down, makes the girl graceful and not like a teaser. Of course still tempting in the brown eyes Anggara, the woman who is very much loved is now sitting combing hair in a luxurious mirror so beautifully, everything looks calling to immediately fall into his arms.
Zahira turned, "Mas!" call gently.
Anggara approached with a smile never extinguished, his smooth hands coiled around Zahira's slender waist, immersing his nose in between fine and fragrant hair, for a moment then moved on a cheek that was very smooth flirting at every time the man was already desperately holding her back.
"My wife is beautiful." whispered in Zahira's ear, the girl's clear eyes staring friendly through the glass. Inevitably Zahira wanted this second moment for a long time, since she thought Anggara was her husband.
Anggara turned Zahira's chair by holding the beautiful body still on his shoulder, now they face. Anggara no longer feel guilty enjoying the beautiful face is this close, clear eyes washed it seemed to call into it, red lips and wet it looks asking to be immediately in taste.
"Are you going to leave me alone again tonight?" ask Zahira slowly.
"I'm the one who doesn't want to go." she answered, drawing her face closer.
"I want to spend the night with you soon." Zahira made Anggara a little in disbelief, the beloved little girl of today wanted him so much. The days with her made her turn possessive, jealous and not want to be away from her, really it made Anggara feel happy.
"You ready?" ask Anggara still staring at each other not for a second.
Zahira nodded.
"Really?" anggara asked again to make the girl look down embarrassed.
"I'm gonna get you pregnant soon, baby, are you ready to conceive my son?" anggara asked again to make the girl blush, although she eventually nodded as well.
Anggara hugged her gently, kissed her forehead as well as her smooth cheeks teased, the hug felt so fitting for her with the top full and the stomach flat soft and warm. Not yet started Anggara has been holding tightness, the breath of chasing with the end of his smooth hand becomes cold, not to miss Anggara's face becomes hot igniting the flames of love that tempest.
Enjoying her beautiful lips, with a tapered nose on it made the man very engrossed and did it for quite a while, the delicate hand was no longer at home with two objects that felt a warm urge in his chest. The longer the craze does not know how he has managed to remove the beautiful dress from the owner.
"You're so lovely dear." The compliment that made the girl even more lulled, her little hands tucked in and hugged Anggara, the, enjoy the smell of mint on the stocky body that is still hiding behind a plain shirt that is worn.
Mute walls will not reveal how they give up longing, bright lights will not be able to blink to see the beauty of erotic dance that is becoming more and more, the dark sky seemed to give blessing with the occasional thunderbolt in the distance was heard, too, and only the big bed that came swaying to enjoy the rhythm of disco that never stopped until the sound of crickets was tired of singing.
It was inconceivable that a lonely night would be as beautiful as that, not even he imagined how beautiful it would be to hug the girl the entire time. His breath was like the wind of heaven that made Anggara forget everything, since near the delusion it had become real to be able to see and feel everything until it was not left, the happy smile and unceasing gratitude the man spoke to in his heart, finally the love and longing he longed for found a place to anchor it.
"Thank you for this happy night." said Anggara peeked at Zahira's already uncaring forehead, the girl was sound asleep with her little hands not to be separated hugging her beloved husband.
God is turning around, showing the best way to live someone in the wrong position, and when He has willed, nothing is impossible in this world.
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