After the First Night
Chapter 16's

**When I tried to rebuild the scattered glass fragments, but you purposely went back to smashing.

I'm sick, very sick.

The flakes of glass were increasingly pierced into the deepest recesses of the heart

It causes a very gripping pain

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Taken home with a limp walk, occasionally seen grimacing holding his thighs. Aisyah who accidentally saw Dita's return frowned in surprise. It was morning, about six o'clock. With curiosity, Aisyah walked over to her half-sister.

"Dit, where did you sleep last night? Why just come home? Ohya, why your legs?" aisyah asked as she approached her sister and wanted to help her walk.

"Ah, sister. Last night I fell off the same bike. That's why I didn't come home last night. I was treated at the hospital," he lied.

"What?! You fell and treated but didn't talk to brother? What the hell are you, Dit? Brother is worried about your situation." said Aisyah panicked.

"Sorry brother, Dita just don't want to take care of brother. But now I am doing well. Just sprained a little."

"Related ... We are brothers. Should've helped each other."

"Sorry, brother. I was scared to go home last night. Scared the same thing happened at Arzan's office that time."

"I'm sorry, brother, yes. Though your intentions are good because you want us to be better, but brother even thinks strange. My sister's mind was so fucked up at the time. Sorry yeah,"

"It's okay, brother. Brother is not wrong. Hopefully after this the relationship of brother and Kak Arzan is fine" said Dita. In his heart he cursed that they would quickly divorce and he could replace the older brother as the wife of the man.

"So help, yeah. Poor you, look so sick." Aisyah volunteered because she could not bear to see her sister who was walking with pain.

How not sick? Arzan and I did it all night. I don't know how many times we did it last night. Walking is also difficult. If brother Aisyah does not exist, I have asked for a sling with brother Arzan.

"No need, brother. I'm doing fine. I can be alone." reject Dita.

"But Dit ...."

"It's okay, brother. Mending sister ready for breakfast. If brother Arzan comes home, he can eat right away. He must be flaccid because all night to overtime. He needs manpower for work again."

"e-b ... Anu, Arzan usually does not come home. He likes to be late at the office, right, brother? Dita is just frivolous." he said, smiling unwell.

"You really, anyway. Mas Arzan rarely came home, he preferred to overtime at the office rather than go home."

"Well yes, that's why I'm a big sister ready for breakfast. Brother Arzan must have come home this morning."

"You really are too. But can you really be alone?"

"It can be, brother. Relax, ntar is also healed."

"Well, you go to the room. We'll have breakfast later."

"Ready, brother. I went to the room first, yeah." The girl immediately went to her room in a limp. Occasionally he grimaced with the pain coming from his groin.

Brother Arzan really makes me bother. But I like it. Hihihi ... murmured in the heart. Her lips did not stop smiling, last night was the most beautiful experience of her life. No regrets arise even though she has lost the honor of being a woman.

Just as Aisyah was about to step into the kitchen, she heard the sound of Arzan's car. Before long the man who had officially become her husband entered with a tangled and messy clothes.

"Mas, are you home?" Aisyah walked over to greet her husband with a cheerful smile. True said Dita, her husband came home this morning. The woman grabbed her husband's hand, kissed the back of the man's hand solemnly.

"I'm glad you're home, ma'am. I made your favorite fried rice, well." said Aisyah without letting out her smile even though the man in front of her looked so cold.

"Whatever" he said. Her husband's cold attitude affected her heart a little, but she tried to shake things off and think positively.

"Mas sure tired already working all night, mas bath first well. Let's have breakfast together. Ohya, my. I'm sorry about yesterday's trouble. I shouldn't think anything about you guys. I should be grateful to Dita for trying to improve our relationship. I'm sorry, yes mas." said Aisyah sincerely. Regardless of who is wrong, a wife should apologize to her husband first.

Deg ...

Arzan looked at his wife with a pus. His heart rhythm was irregular, beating faster than usual. The heat struggle last night was still clearly recorded in his memory. He could still feel a sensation he had never felt before. The distinctive smell of the struggle, the taste in every inch of Dita's body he can still remember clearly. A forbidden romance that shouldn't have happened. The illicit relationship that should never have existed between them. Her little heart felt guilty, but she remembered what Dita said last night. After the first romance, Arzan feels guilty and feels that what they did was wrong. But the girl with a glare tried to make Arzan feel innocent and felt everything they did was right.

"Sister, we're not wrong. What we do is not wrong. Brother Aisyah who started it all, she was not honest with her brother. Brother deserves a girl who is still a virgin. My brother deserves real pleasure. And I, can give you everything that you don't get from Brother Aisyah. I'll always be ready any sister wants. I'm going to make you the luckiest man in the world." he whispered so sensually that it ignited the passion. Until he and Dita again sip the sweetness of the forbidden relationship. He could not count how many times they did. All he knew was that he was only pursuing pleasures that he had never had before. With Dita, he can be a whole man. He was very happy to be the one who first took the virginity of the girl. He felt lucky because he could feel the girl who was a virgin.

"Mas, why dumbass? You sleepy?" ask Aisyah.

"Huh, no. I want to take a shower" said Arzan as soon as he passed. Leaving his confused wife filled with question marks. Leaving the pain that continues to creep, as strong as the heart he presses the feeling of pain. Not wanting to return weak, she immediately headed to the kitchen to cook her husband's favorite fried rice. Hope the remnants of love are still left in the recesses of her husband's heart. Hope to be able to re-improve the household that is already on the edge of the horn.

"May our household be well, ma'am. I hope I can take your love back. I'm sure in your heart you still love me. You are just disappointed, someday you will understand and want to accept everything." he said while smiling expectantly.