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M P Bride Kedaluarsa

Yudha ended her conversation when it was getting late in the afternoon. He recalled that there was a worship that had not been carried out, but had been left behind a few minutes ago.

After bidding farewell to the remaining guests, he headed upstairs to catch up with his wife.

“Han, please handle everything, yes. But if something matters, Han just call,” Yudha told one of the trust staff named Hanes. The person assigned to help him special today.

“Good, Mr. Yudha,” replied Hanes nodding obediently.

“Han can go straight home later after everything is done.”

The man nodded back.

“Change, Umi equals Alif to where?”

“It looks like they've gone upstairs, sir.”

“Good then, I stay.”

Yudha passed by to the elevator. Done are all the hassle today and leave feeling tired. Not to mention his empty stomach because it was only filled a little earlier this afternoon. Not once did he encounter any heavy meals except for the usual snacks.

If in this condition, it is the bride who is sometimes neglected and less noticed.

Arriving at the destination room, Yudha immediately knocked on the door—how long, opened the door behind which looks a beautiful figure of small stature with minimal clothes. It is not a transparent dress similar to night service clothes, but very interesting to show the shape of his body is still tight.

Yudha smiled into the room and closed the door again. “Yes Allah my wife, it is still afternoon ..”

“What's the reason?” ask Vita pretending not to know. “Fear of being tempted, yes?” he grinned mischievously.

“Fear of Khilaf, because the day is still long. There's still a family dinner later.”

“Khilaf is fine too, Mas. Already can.” Vita walked pretty up to the bed.

Yudha shook her head eliminating her wandering mind.

For a moment he ignored his wife to enter the bathroom. Wash his hands and immediately approach his baby who is moving agilely on the bed.

It's only been half a day, but it feels like it's been a long time since I've seen her son.

“Papa misses you, son,” he said while showering baby Ray with a kiss. The smell of the baby seemed to be an opium for him.

“Thank you for all this happiness, dear,” said Yudha also kissed Vita. Never tired of him saying thank you to his wife who has sacrificed his life to present the fruit of love for them. Not only life, even the pain he did because of his past mistakes. Then with greatness of heart, Vita is still willing to accept it wholeheartedly with open arms.

After worshiping, they sat on the balcony doing a delayed lunch. They also talked a lot about their excitement today.

“Many gave me gifts, but I haven't opened one yet. Curious,” said Vita deplores.

“We open equally tomorrow.”

“Why did Rahma not invite you, Mas?” ask Vita. He was about to ask about this, but it had been delayed ever since.

“That is impossible, there is no need as well,” Yudha replied while busy chewing food.

Yudha considered and understood. It is not nice to invite your ex at a wedding because it will reap controversy such as— if viewed based on the experience that has been.

Things like this are often seen in social media. Moreover, Rahma was previously the legal wife and Vita was only the wife of Siri. Rahma is known by many while Vita is not. Not a few people will gossip, because most humans only judge from the visible, not the hidden.

“Eling, Car. Eating it,” Vita reminds Yudha because the man looks like a starving man so one table is almost eaten by him.

“What is eling?”

“Sadar.”

“Iya aware I'm hungry.” Not wanting to be full by himself, Yudha also poured some food onto his wife's plate.

“Yes, stop. I can't eat too much.”

Even today, Vita has bristled many times just because of words.

“Merinding.” Vita rubbed her arm. From yesterday they always got a nuisance, as a result they decided to do it today. Yes, hopefully for tonight they will not fail again, his mind is so hopeful.

***

Dinner is being done in the restaurant downstairs, the first floor; it is still inside this Hotel. Everyone gathered except Alif. Umi said Alif was heartbroken by failing to propose to a woman.

“Indeed earlier they were already connected?” asked Yudha curious at once astonished. He knew nothing about his sister's plans. “If you apply directly without telling each other first how is the story?”

“It seems not, Son. His own fault too,” replied Umi Ros. “According to Vita, how's Dara? Didn't she tell you she was engaged?”

“I just found out, Mi. I was also surprised, because Dara had brought a fiancee,” Vita replied.

“A few days ago, Alif told Umi he wanted to propose to Dara. It's okay he said that he would still be busy in college. That can be arranged. But it even happened like this. Disappointed is certain.”

Abah replied, “Means not yet a mate. Don't imagine. Love the explanation for Alif so that he does not overdo his failure. Fail, hurt, disappointed it's a matter of course.”

“The child also does not know where.” is going

Umi wasn't really looking for him. There's nothing to worry about. It has become a habit of his second child is indeed a hobby away from home. He would return a few days later, if he had been content to stay somewhere.

Not too long Yudha and Vita were in that restaurant. After everything is done, Umi and Abah immediately go upstairs with a postulate, “Parents can not stand the same cold air.”

The hotel is cold, but that's not the real reason. Because he understands what usually happens if a couple gets the night. Ya—although not a newlywed, but an expired bride.

At this time the clock still shows eight o'clock past a few minutes. But Vita was getting ready to prepare the best night ration for her husband.

'Didn't want to do that have to wait for midnight first?'

The woman wears her collection of lingerie which she prepares ahead of the wedding. Reflecting on the bathroom mirror, he smeared his face with a touch of makeup to make it look fresher.

Tok tok!

Door is slowly knocked followed by Yudha's voice, “Still long?”

“Sebentar.”

“I'm just afraid of you why-why. It's been a long time since you've been in.”

“It's soon finished, Mas Yud ..”

Yudha decided to sit in front of the mirror, waiting while playing her phone to drive away the boredom.

Before long, the door opened. Look at the tantalizing sight of the mirror reflection in front of him—so that made the man swallow with difficulty.

Without being told, the woman sat on her lap, draping her hands to her neck in great seduction.

Not wanting to procrastinate, that second also Yudha brought him to the bed that was sprinkled with flowers. Both of them had turned to see their babies placed in separate beds.

“Aman,” says Yudha. Then it continues to give a small rang sangan-rang sangan before the real battle actually happens. Do not want to be selfish, what he does is nothing but to facilitate the path that will be passed later.

A few minutes passed, after feeling that what he was doing was enough, Yudha bent her legs and ....

It was the second night.

***

To be continued.

I can't write ginian. Not an expert specialist ++. I think this is enough, because this novel is semi-religious. Halal cannot be mixed with haram. That's how I learned it.

The announcement of the title Alif Sama Dara has been announced in ig @ana_miauw. 😙