After Marriage
CHAPTER 162 - The First Time

“How long ago “ asked Altar when Alana and Sisil were right in front of him.

He saw that Alana who had returned looked cheerful, unlike earlier when this girl said goodbye to go to the Library. Altar glanced at Sisil at a glance, he looked suspiciously at his little friend this one.

Sisil smiled to himself, as if it was a laughing smile at him.

The altar came to think, actually what these two girls had just talked about.

“We talked about ourselves_”

“Stt!” cut Alana quickly, she even immediately smothered Sisil's mouth using both hands.

Seeing that, the Altar frowned suspiciously.

“Not saying anything, come to class,” Alana direct, she even immediately pulled the Altar to follow her steps, leaving Sisil who was holding back laughter behind there.

“Wait Al Al,” shouted Sisil, then followed the two.

Initially Alana only grasped the Altar's wrist, but the Altar immediately took it off and tightly grasped the hand of his future wife. His second finger was tightly adrift, although it seemed that Alana was pulling the Altar forcibly.

Back to school, it was raining.

Fortunately, this morning the Altar decided to use the car.

Alana and Altar's bodies were only slightly wet, as the two ran towards the car.

“huh! Wet all,’ complained Alana as she was already sitting perfectly in the steering chair. Using her own hands, Alana tried to wipe away some of the water that had fallen on her shirt and body.

“Use this.” Altar said, he took his jacket in the back seat and gave it to Alana.

“Use to dry your body,” said Altar again, when Alana just fell silent and did not receive the outstretched jacket.

The thought of Alana flying everywhere thought that the Altar asked her to change her wet shirt using this jacket, replacing it while in the car, when there was an Altar.

Realizing if that was not what the Altar meant, Alana immediately shook her head quickly, wanting to throw away the dirty thoughts that continued to harass her.

Then without thinking much more, Alana immediately received a thread of the jacket.

Cleaned his own body. Until everything feels better.

Seeing that Alana was done, the altar took over the jacket and dried her slightly wet hair.

“I don't think the rain will be this great, it turns out my guess is wrong. Are we going to stay home?” ask the Altar, doubt it. Their bodies were slightly wet, and there were no warm clothes in this car, the only jacket they had used as a towel.

While it rains, it just gets heavier.

If forcing home, they will get cold, because they have to use a car AC with a high temperature. If you stay here and wait for the rain to subside, at least they will feel warmer.

“As far as you are,” replied Alana who was also confused, suddenly she was even nervous herself. Imagine what no-no.

The two were with the Altar in the car when it was raining outside, imagining what they would do next.

Feeling annoyed with his own thoughts Alana to hit his head, to make the Altar turn towards him and look at Alana with a confused look.

“Why you?” ask the Altar, astonished.

And asked like that, Alana even flirted herself.

“Ti-nothing Al, we should just go home, I will not be cold,” replied Alana dotted between

his nervousness. It's better to go home soon than to stay here with the Altar, in this situation. Alana cannot think clearly.

And hearing Alana's wish, the Altar nodded her head. Then start the engine and start driving out of the school area.

“Go back if you feel cold here,” said Altar again, as breezy Ac from the car was starting to fill the car. It must be like that so that the glass does not dew and interfere with the view of the Altar.

“I'm fine Al, you should focus on driving and be careful,” replied Alana, she squeezed her own two hands, reducing the cold that began to spread in the body.

“Propay yes?”

Alana nodded.

Long enough they are on the streets, heavy rain and many other vehicles make them longer on the streets. Even until they reached Alana's house, the rain still did not subside. It was just as fast as when they got out of school.

“Wait here, I'll get you an umbrella,” said Altar directly, shortly after their car engine died.

But just unlocking the car's door, Alana quickly restrains the Altar's arm. A touch that felt so cold.

Altar even to the surprise of feeling the coldness of Alana's hand, he reflexively touched Alana's hand and grasped it tightly.

“Your hands are cold once Al.” The altar then took Alana's other hand and grasped both of them at once, even blowing them over and over to make Alana feel warmer.

“We should have waited for the rain to subside. Wait here, I'll take an umbrella and you can go in.” soon

Again, Alana held back as the Altar was about to leave her there.

“Do not, you will get wet,” said Alana finally, after she was silent for a long time.

“I'm a boy, rain won't make me sick,” always Altar but Alana doesn't want to hear, Alana still holds the Altar's hand to keep quiet.

“Sama like you who do not want me to be cold, I also do not want you to be rained,” explained Alana, when the Altar has returned to staring fixedly at him.

Silence, just after Alana said that there were no more words between the two, only their gazes were locked together. As if speaking through that look.

“Your face is also cold Al,” said Altar, breaking the silence. One hand moved up and touched Alana's cold face.

Alana bit her lower lip, feeling nervous.

Gently caressed like that, the instant Alana froze, with blood flowing even more profusely.

He was stunned and only able to look at the two Netra Altar.

And it was as if time stopped spinning, as the Altar approached and eroded the distance between the two. With a pounding heart, Altar ventured to sip Alana's lips. Sipping it deep and so soft.

For a moment, Alana was glued to her two perfectly patterned neutrals.

But when he felt the touch of the Altar so soft, he felt like he was washed away.

Alana closed her eyes, and began to open both lips slightly, giving a gap for the Altar to be able to go deeper.

The two clung for the first time.

The cold that they had felt, had now disappeared somewhere. Both bodies turned extremely hot.

Afraid of losing control, the Altar immediately took off their pawns slowly. Both open their eyes until they are locked again at a very close distance.

“Saaf Al,” says Altar, shrewd. Even her warm breath was still able to gently sweep Alana's face.

The altar was ready if Alana wanted to slap him firmly.

But instead of answering or slapping, Alana looked down, embarrassed.

“Do not apologize, you better marry me quickly,” replied Alana softly, more embarrassed after saying that.