After Marriage
Chapter 85

Sitting in front of the mirror of the dressing table, Kiran not only tidied her hair, but also gave a little makeup on her face that had looked fresh. He took a bath first from returning from the Supreme application event, now the husband is leafing in the bathroom, cleaning his body as well. 

Aydan, tonight sleeping in his own room, accompanied by Desi. 

Standing up, Kiran again noticed the reflection of herself inside the mirror.

The thin maroon-red lingerie was already attached to his body, the cloth did not cover the curves of Kiran's body, even more making her look gaping. 

He smiled when he saw himself. 

But tonight, Kiran had already prepared everything. Not only wanted to give a sister to Aydan, but Kiran also wanted to satisfy the Sumi. For almost a week they have not been loving. 

Chequek!

The bathroom door opened, and Aslan came out of it. Using a towel that is fully circular on the waist. Even his chest was still drained by some of the nesting water. 

Seeing her husband, Kiran was only able to swallow her saliva, then leaned against the dressing table and crossed her legs, flirting. 

And Aslan? He smiled, then walked up to the wife who had made her desire rise. 

“Who are you?” ask Aslan, because at a time like this, Kiran will turn into someone else, unlike Kiran usually. Kiran will be more flirtatious, naughty and aggressive, but strangely Aslan is so fond of his wife's change. 

And sure enough, instead of answering, Kiran even eroded the distance. Touching even caressed her husband's chest that was real open. To make Aslan look up, enjoy the touch of his intoxicating wife. 

“I am above ya?” bargaining Kiran with a seductive voice, and without babibu, Aslan immediately lifted his wife's body, throwing her on the bed until Kiran's lingerie was exposed.

Kiran screamed, surprised. But she liked the husband's rough play. 

And somehow at first, now the bodies of the two have fused together. The whimpering of the two sounds as melodious as the sweeping classical music. 

Not only sharing saliva, the two also share sweat. I don't know how many times Kiran was drowned with a throbbing dasyat, but Aslan did not also stop the stomp. 

Until midnight, Aslan's long moans sounded. 

The warm larvae enter the innermost part of the wife's womb, either too much or how, there are even some that flow out. 

Again, the breaths of the two hunted each other. 

From Aslan's chin even fell a drop paluh on the chest of the wife who was still up and down, panting. 

The two carved out a faint smile, recalling their hot romance tonight.

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The next day, Kiran did not enter, while Aslan only entered for half a day. 

Already agreed to add a baby, they can no longer resist the destruction not to unite like this all along. 

Although Kiran had permission not to enter, but this morning Kiran still left the house as usual. But not to the office, but to a hotel and wait for the husband there. 

Drt drt drt

Kiran's phone vibrated on the hotel bed. 

Kiran who was sitting at the dresser immediately took the phone, saw there was an incoming call from her best friend, Agung. 

No need to think long, Kiran immediately answered the call. Then say hello to each other.

“I think you are sick, yes it is fine,” said Agung after Kiran finished telling me, saying that he just wanted to spend time with family.

“Hem,” replied Kiran briefly. 

“Eh, wait-wait,” timpal Kiran later.

“What's up?” 

But he still has to say it. 

“Thank you Ran, but sorry, from now on you are not the only woman in my life. I will give precedence to your new Widya from all affairs,” explained Agung, his words were only a joke, but Kiran instead chuckled to keep her tears from coming out. 

“Iya, I know,” replied Kiran briefly with a vibrating voice. 

Great could feel, if his best friend was going to cry. 

“Let's make a promise,” said Agung again who did not want Kiran to be more sad, even though Kiran looks hard, but Agung knows, if Kiran's heart is so soft. 

“What promise?” kiran asked in a voice that had no spirit. 

“Promise to marry off our children later.”

Hearing that, somehow Kiran's lips that were originally pouting suddenly smiled widely. 

“Ogah!” kiran replied arrogantly. 

And hearing the poignant tone of the friend began to return, Agung at the end there smiled little.

“I will not force my children to marry someone, it is up to them to marry whom,” Kiran explained again.

“Yes, and I assure you, one of our children will be married,” replied Agung confidently. 

And there was another debate between the two, but the debate was not to aggravate the situation, but instead to fix everything. Sadness, fear of loss or whatever it is just gone, they are still the same, a friend, even though there will be many changes between the two. 

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Before dawn, Aslan had followed his wife at the hotel they agreed to. Enter room 3021, where Kiran is waiting. 

Lunch is neatly arranged at one table. 

Before eating the romantic lunch, both men perform prayer prayer zuhur congregation. 

This time there is one prayer that they add, both of them ask to return given the belief of having offspring. 

Until when Aslan heard the word Amin, Kiran did the same thing, Amin. Mumbled slowly. 

After the prayer, the two decided to have lunch together. Eat in that hotel room. 

“Feeling like a honeymoon ya Mas?” kiran asked with a chuckle, she was serving some food on the husband's plate. 

Hearing that, Aslan instead felt guilty, he even felt that he had never been happy for Kiran. 

“I'm sorry Ran, I didn't give you a honeymoon,” Aslan replied later. 

“If you used to, Mas take me on a honeymoon, I also do not necessarily want to,” replied Kiran who again with his coolness. 

Remember, the beginning of their relationship. 

Relationships without love, but with all their might form a family. 

Eventually, that love blossomed. 

“Why am I sorry? I should have apologized,” Kiran again. And Aslan was unmoved, not yet knowing the direction of the wife's conversation. 

“Because until now, I still can't be a good wife to you, I'm not perfect,” Kiran said with her deep gaze.

Kiran was quite self-conscious, she was still far from perfect. For simple matters, pray for example, Aslan still often reminds him, not the other way around. 

Aslan then grasped one of Kiran's hands on the table, kissing the back of the hand lovingly. 

“You can't be perfect, so will I, because that's why we're together now. To complement each other what is lacking, until the word perfect that we can achieve, til Jannah.”