A Flick of Asa For Love
CHAPTER 121

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Widya is carried by Harsa to their bridal room. The feeling of thumping and fear pervades a Widya. This was his first time living in a room with a man. However, he must be ready, because now his status has become a wife.

"Yeah, in!" Harsa's voice restores Widya's consciousness. The woman who had held the title of Miss Harsa stepped her feet into the room. How surprised he was, seeing a room that had been transformed so beautifully. The romantic and sweet impression he aimed for the witch of the room. Who else if not Harsa.

The room was covered in dim light, with thousands of rose petals scattered everywhere. Especially in their beds, the petals were arranged like a heart shape and inscribed with the word 'I love you, my wife' in the middle.

Widya was so touched, she closed her mouth which was slightly agape because of her astonishment. Unconsciously her tears also melted along with happiness. Widya is very grateful, being able to be the woman Harsa loved so much.

"Why cry? Don't like the decor?" Harsa, who saw his wife crying, asked worriedly. Cupping both cheeks Widya while diving into the two netra that let out tears.

Instead of answering, Widya instead rushed to hug her husband's body. "Thank you, I love you too" she said, stuck behind her chest.

Harsa smiled. He was sure that his wife's cry was a happy cry. Harsa could still faintly hear his wife's words, but he wanted to clearly hear Widya's words just now. "What are you talking about?" tanyanya pretended not to listen.

Widya lowered her head, but Harsa immediately raised her chin to look up. "I didn't hear you say anything just now. Why are you crying, baby?" Harper repeated his question.

For a moment, both of their neutrals were locked in silence. Widya looked at the sparkling bead of Harsa's eyes, as well as Harsa, staring at the shiny crystal circles in Widya's eye pelukur. Occasionally his hand rubbed the clear liquid melt that was still flowing on Widya's cheek. The swab of his hand went all the way down, and stopped at Widya's cleaved lips.

Widya was still silent, until she unexpectedly Harsa's hand slowly moved on the niche of her neck, then slightly pressed her. Harsa lowered her head, bringing her face closer to Widya's. The goal is only one, those red lips.

Harsa seemed to be stung by a flow of electricity with magical powers. That power spread when his hands came into contact with Widya's skin. It felt pulsating all the way to the center of its core.

After their faces were almost not far away, Widya was awake. Her hands reflexively pushed on her husband's body. "I want to take a shower first" Widya said as she turned to avoid. He was trying to calm his heart that was so beating.

"Wait a minute, Yang!" Harsa held Widya's hand, keeping the woman in her place. "I'm .. sorry for being so presumptuous" he said again feeling sorry. He was afraid that his wife would object.

The apology from Harsa made Widya's body turn around, then looked at Harsa's lethargic face as if holding something back. "Why apologize? I am legally your wife. So you're free to do anything with me. I don't hurt it." Widya said while grimacing in shame.

The bright sparkle again radiated in Harsa's eyeballs. The man pulled Widya's body back into his arms. "really? Can I do anything? Especially that ...." Harsa did not dare to say things that he thought were taboo, he also felt ashamed.

Widya smiled faintly, she hid her face in the chest of Harsa's field. Nodding the head that felt rubbed against her husband's chest, she considered as the answer to her husband's question earlier.

Harsa who was anxious with Widya's behavior clenched his wife's body more tightly, but only for a moment, before he pushed the body just to give a little distance. "Yes, already. You take a shower first, gih! Abis is just me" he said with a funny smile.

Widya did not dare to look at her husband's face. He still lowered his head and replied, "yes."

Harsa released Widya's body, and the woman immediately ran towards the bathroom.

"Darling, you need help, don't you, open the dress?" Harsa shouted behind the locked bathroom door from inside. Trying to tease the frightened Widya.

"No need. I can do it myself" Widya replied from inside.

Harsa chuckled then stepped her feet onto the bed. He stretched out his tired body and made the pile of rose petals crumble. A smile never left his lips. Harsa's mind was traveling everywhere. "Honey, don't be long!" he shouted again without changing his position.

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Twenty minutes later Widya came out of the bathroom. The woman was wearing a bathrobe provided by the hotel owner in the bathroom.

"Look, don't look like that! I'm ashamed." Widya's voice keeps Harsa awake. He smiled, then lowered his feet from the bed before walking to his wife. Once close, Harsa leaned her head towards Widya's body. Smelling the refreshing aroma that emanated from his wife's body.

Widya is not silent. She moved her body slightly away from her husband. Of course he was embarrassed by Harsa's treatment. "Se–now it's your turn to take a shower, Yang!" he said nervously.

Harsa sighs resignedly. The feeling that had been sticking out in his body wanted to be resolved immediately. However, his body that felt sticky by the sweaty dab of his hard work today, required him to take a bath. He could not dispute the wife's orders.

"I take a shower first. You wait for me in bed!" The sentence was so softly thrown from Harsa's lips. The man whispered in his wife's ear.

Widya swallowed her saliva. Harsa's whisper made her heart beat so hard. His body brushed for a moment, especially when Harsa who was still stuck in the bathroom door again said, "Don't sleep, yeah! And ... don't change the clothes!"

Harsa went into the bathroom after giving the order to his wife. Meanwhile, Widya sat waiting on the edge of the bed while calming her heartbeat.

Only ten minutes did Harsa spend her time cleaning up. Widya was stuck because her husband took a shower so quickly.

Widya lifted both her legs on the bed and then pushed her body back, while she saw her husband coming with a cheerful smile. Harsa crawled up onto the bed, following the wife who he thought was ready to challenge.

Widya blinked stiffly. Her body trembled slightly, looking at her husband's so stocky body. His body could not move when he was already pressed. Without him realizing his body was easily overpowered.

"We're starting now?" ask Harsa carefully.

"It has to be now, huh?" Widya asked back, but Harsa did not answer. The man just looked at Widya with a longed-for look.

Widya understood that look. Her breathing sounded resigned, before she nodded her head in approval to her husband's request. "Slow down, yeah!" pinta Widya is shy.

Harsa smiled brightly. A happy ray emanated from his perfectly open net. His head nodded vigorously, then landed a warm kiss on his wife's forehead. "I'll slow down" he said reassuringly. Widya nodded again.

After getting the consent of his wife. Harsa straightened her body again just to pull the blanket behind her body. He used the blanket to cover his body and the body of his wife.

Inside the blanket, Harsa will climb the hill of the mixed valley. Traverse the hilly streets with a passionate vibrancy, and leave a trail of ownership in every place that makes him feel opium.

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...To be continued...

⁇ : Less heat, Thor.

🙋 : Just HP on the stove.

⁇ ️: Select, the scene of his first night, not his HP.

🙋: Don't think hot first. Not giving a vote yet?

️: If it is hotter, ane love the vote is three.

🙋 : Bo'ong, sin!

️: Hesitant.

🙋: Yes, already. Othor wants to go to sleep first. A hot dream time. Make it air tomorrow.

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