Unanimous

SEASON II: EPS 16

After saying goodbye to his father and mother. Wiya got into the car with a very disappointed feeling. It's like he's having a dejavu tonight.

Not too dark yet, the city streets were still very boisterous and dense. Their house is quite far away and must go through the plantation area.

Thousands of herds of callilawar flew out from the big trees, as if heading towards the bright Purnama.

The sound of owls began to cuddle small wake up the flock that is still sound. It sounds like a "Wake up! It's night, time to eat".

Crickets as representatives Night insects singing melodious began their activities. Sound between the population and each other.

Do not forget fireflies, animals that have a source of personal lighting, a kind of LED flashlight on the fragile wings, their community is still very charming even though it is only able to circle the weeds and grasses are low.

Wiya remained silent throughout the trip. Fear, worry and disappointment are now rolling in tangles in the head. Shouldn't he be enjoying a romantic dinner for a couple of newlyweds one year into a household bath.

Does having married a ceremony like this become insignificant to you, husbands? If yes, then Wiya is a poor wife. I wish the moon would fall into my lap.

"Sir Taufik, what time does my husband come home?"

"It won't be too late, ma'am, maybe it's already on the road."

"Ohhh...!"

The atmosphere was quiet again until the car stopped perfectly in front of Zayn and Wiya's residence. Mr. Taufik opened the car door for his mistress. Wiya came down lazily, she stepped back with a shunt now.

Wiya took the key from inside the bag and opened the door. As usual, though his heart was broken. Wiya always wished for a surprise to be prepared for her. Wiya closed her eyes when she turned on the light switch. Slowly reopened his eyes like crazy. Because nothing happened.

Falling, his heart fell again. With so lethargy and a raging mind. Wiya stepped up the stairs leaving her living room.

Wiya opened the room door so furious. Today's series of events really stirred up his emotions. Wiya was eager to throw her bag in any direction.

But when the door of the room was open, Wiya could immediately see something strange from inside.

Along the side of the road from the entrance to his room, Wiya was greeted by rows of beautiful electric candles along with red rose petals connected to a collection of candles and flower petals in the shape of an icon of the heart.

Wiya continued her steps deeper into the room that was only illuminated by the candlelight.

On the way to the window, there was a sweet and seductive look, a very large bouquet of Roses complete with matching latex balloons. Does red always represent love? or maybe a passion?

Then not far from the bed that has also been scattered fresh rose petals, has been arranged a simple dinner dish, complete with a small slice of cake that reads Happy Anniversary

A transparent night dress made of velvet in bright red. Wiya opened the note listed there.

"Wear it, baby!"

Wiya smiled hugging the little paper. Without wasting any time he immediately cleaned himself up, changing his clothes. Do not forget to prepare yourself to perform optimally in front of the giver of a dress that is very stunning when she wears.

Wiya came out of the bathroom with a very high confidence. She was ready to wait for her husband. How surprised Wiya, because it turns out Zayn was already in bed watching it.

"Mas," Her lips covered a charming smile, approaching her husband who was already standing by the bed.

"Qawiya ILma. Know that your love is breath, with which I cannot escape, without which I would be limp" Zayn touched Wiya's cheek with his finger. "Before, staring at you was opium, and now my soul hangs on you, Happy Wedding Anniversary." Zayn*******Wiya's lips very gently for a few moments and remove them.

"Mas." that was all that came out of Wiya's mouth just before she wrapped her arms around her husband's body tightly.

"Don't cry dear dong, tonight there will only be a happy story."

"Thank you,"

Wiya did not speak because her husband quickly ambushed her lips and tongue. Wiya reciprocates Zayn's treatment so that their activities become hotter.

Zayn brushed the petals scattered on the bed with rough and impatient and laid his wife's body there.

The fragrance of fresh red roses blends exotic with the distinctive aroma of romance. Sweat is a contamination of Love and the desire to continue to have each other and and satisfy.

All the essential elements blend into a passion that ramps their bodies towards an unusually intoxicating achievement.

Until the release comes at the same time. The two bodies of the insa. drooped in unison at the end of the squeal and shouted.

"Yahzhhhhh.... "

That night they fell asleep soundly, without the burden of thought. Which is still a question. What is the point of the table, the fruit, the cake and the drink??

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