WRONG MARRIAGE

129.

The man went into the bathroom while Zalfa sat in the front seat of the dressing table. She took off her headscarf, untied her hair, then combed her straight black hair that was along her waist. Her eyes glanced to the side when she heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened. Arkhan came out of the bathroom, the man also glanced towards Zalfa.

Zalfa's heart beat twice as fast as Arkhan's footsteps drew closer to him. Quickly Zalfa turned his gaze to the mirror.

Arkhan stood behind Zalfa, the man slightly bent down so that his face was on a level with Zalfa who was in a sitting position, then he placed his palms to the left and right sides of Zalfa's seat. The seat behind him without a backrest makes Zalfa can feel the touch of Arkhan's chest on his back. The man looked at the beautiful face reflected in the mirror, instead Zalfa glanced at the handsome face that was also reflected in the same mirror. Her heart was running around getting a pushy look from her husband. Somehow he still feels awkward when Arkhan has somehow been in a position that is much more intimate than the current position.

Arkhan tilted his face then smelled the fragrance of Zalfa's hair. He is like a drunk person enjoying drug addiction, as well as Zalfa hair whose aroma has characteristics that make Arkhan like an addiction. Zalfa brushed away feeling a touch of Arkhan's lips on her cheek.

“Do you not want to sleep?” arkhan whispered as he wrapped his arm around Zalfa's stomach.

“Yes, here I want to sleep.”

Arkhan smiled faintly glancing at the smooth cheeks that were only a few cent away from before his eyes.

“Scent once your body,” Arkhan said while kissing Zalfa's hair. “Do you use too much perfume?”

“Neg. This may be the smell of bath soap that is still sticky on my skin. The aroma is indeed strong,” replied Zalfa rather clumsy to feel the touch of Arkhan.

“You want to sleep, why are you still here?”

“Iya. It's going to sleep. You make me unable to move.” Zalfa held Arkhan's arm coiled around his stomach.

Arkhan opened his eyes again as seconds closed and Zalfa had not yet caught up with him to the bed. “Come, come here!” The man patted the bed next to him.

Zalfa smiled faintly. He then stepped closer to the bed with an erratic feeling. I don't know when he should feel that bad? Will that awkward feeling change over time? Yes, maybe Zalfa was nervous because he was not used to it. He went up to the bed and lay down.

Arkhan tilted his sleeping position and facing Zalfa, he placed his arm over the woman's chest. “Your heart rate is very strong,” whispered Arkhan. His arms lying on top of Zalfa's chest made him feel that abnormal beating.

“Ah, time?” Zalfa pretended to be stupid.

Arkhan smiled faintly. “Close your eyes!”

Zalfa looked and turned. Close-eye? Wh-wh-what for?

“I ask you to close your eyes, why turn?” arkhan protest.

“Eh, yes.” Zalfa closed his eyes even though he did not know what the man was going to do.

TB