After the First Night
Chapter 4's

"Your attitude makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

The way you treat me makes me feel happy.

You're flawless....

Very perfect ....

While I ....

I'm no longer perfect, though,

I'm sorry I can't be perfect...."

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“Honey, this is our new home.” said Arzan while embracing Aisyah's shoulder. Modern minimalist style house is not too big, but looks very comfortable with white paint that dominates.

“Mas, very good.” the woman smiled and then returned the embrace of the husband. Today after a tiring wedding, Arzan immediately brought his wife to live in the house he bought with his own sweat. She knew how her mother-in-law behaved in treating Aisyah. So he does not want if the wife is depressed for a longer time.

Arzan takes Aisyah around, introducing her to a housekeeper who is like her own biological mother. After being satisfied around, the man took his wife to enter their bed which was upstairs.

“Masya Allah mas, the room is good.”

Arzan just smiled in response. “I'll take a shower first, my body is sticky. Or do you want if we take a shower together?”

Aisyah's pretty face met, thinking about the ritual of bathing together made her ashamed. So that the woman just looked down to hide her reddened face.

“Yes same pity husband himself is still shy. Yes, I took a shower first. Next time do not refuse and we will often shower together.” the man gently stroked the tip of his wife's head. Then I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up.

“It turns out you are perverted also mas.” muttered Aisyah on herself. He immediately dismissed the dirty thoughts that passed just now, stepping into the balcony of the room that presents a beautiful view at night. The flower garden decorated with small colorful lights below makes the view more beautiful.

“Wah why did I just see if there was a park there? Did Mas Arzan deliberately make the garden because he knew I liked flowers so much?” he smiled to himself. Enjoying the beautiful atmosphere that her husband seems to have deliberately created for her.

“Ah you are so sweet, mas.” instantly She feels very lucky because she has been loved so much by her husband.

“What's the matter dear?” the woman gasped, feeling a hand that was now wrapped around her. Wrapping his tiny body with the body of the husband who only wrapped in a white kimono with water droplets that flowed slightly from the hair.

“Mas, what are you doing?” ask Aisyah clumsy.

“Hugging my wife. What else is it?”

“Mas, I'm ashamed. Anyone see how?” the woman's head was a thief.

“Yes my dear. Who's gonna see us, hmm? After all if there is any they will certainly understand because we are newlyweds.” landed a light kiss on the head of the wife. While his wife was just smiling enjoying this happy moment. Kiss the scent of the body of the husband.

“Mas, I want to shower first.” he said shyly.

“You want me to bathe?” Arzan smiled ignorantly.

“Jeez mas, what the hell. I can shower myself.” one pinch landed on the man's arm.

“Ishh hurts, baby. Just one day married you have KDRT.” said the man while pursing his lips.

“Makanya. Do not pervert.” he tried to escape from the husband's embrace.

“Biarin. The same pervert as his own wife. Udah HALAL.” deliberately emphasizes the word halal while winking one eye and installing a ignorant grin.

“Sak karepmu.” Aisyah saunters into the bathroom, leaving Arzan who does not take her eyes off her until the woman's body disappears behind the bathroom.

Aisyah had just come out of the bathroom after almost half an hour. He came out wearing only a pink bathrobe. According to his favorite color. It seems like the husband has arranged everything. Even about the robe he chose the favorite of the wife. Again, Aisyah felt very lucky to have become the wife of the young businessman.

The room looked deserted, there was no perverted husband she was looking for. His head did not want to be silent looking for the whereabouts of Arzan who was not in this room.

“My dear wife, wear this lingerie for me. I want to see you wear it. I'm going to the study for a second. Don't miss, this husband of yours is just a moment.”

The woman again blushed, since when can her husband be this romantic? Even all this time his attitude was impressed. She put the paper she had just read, reaching for the satin lingerie her husband had prepared.

“Should I wear it?” he bit his lips. Observe how sexy lingerie her husband's gift is.

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Arzan entered the room shortly after Aisyah fell asleep. He smiled to find the wife sleeping on her side wrapped in a thick blanket. As soon as his forehead wrinkled in wonder, was he cold?

He flung his body beside his wife. His outstretched hand stroked the delicate brown mane. Attaching a few strands of hair covering Aisyah's face to the back of the ears.

“Sorry to have you waiting.” he whispered as he peeked at the woman's tired-looking forehead.

“Mas from where?” asked Aisyah who immediately opened her eyes after feeling the presence of her husband. Arzan smiled, gently stroking the long mane.

“I'm sorry, dear. There was a job for a while.”

Aisyah nodded.

“It's done?”

“Honey already.” he smiles. Grabbing the wife's body more docked to her body.

“What was my message you received, baby?” Arzan smiled ignorantly. The face of the beautiful woman was like a boiled shrimp. The red curate is very visible there. She was ashamed, in the arms of her husband.

“I want to see it. Don't cover the blanket like this.”

“I'm ashamed.” great-grandson Aisyah without wanting to lift her head.

“Listen baby, I'm your husband. Don't be ashamed of me anymore.” The man grabbed his wife's chin with his strawberry. Staring in that embarrassed face. Smacked those pink lips and took a sip. Gurgling sweet lips as sweet as honey, which he had never rasai.

A kiss that was once gentle, now turned into a passion and demanded more. Both of them just released the link of their lips after being out of breath. Arzan fused his second forehead with a hunting breath, his net closed as he let out a heavy sigh.

“I want you,” whisper friendly.

“Can I?” the woman bit her lower lip. Then for a while he nodded faintly, a nod that made Arzan smile happily. The man moved his forehead that was originally fused, slowly opening the blanket that had since wrapped the wife's body. Her eyes were increasingly covered in passion staring at the smooth body of Aisyah who was wearing the lingerie of her choice.

“Honey, you look so sexy...."

“I'm shy.”

“You're perfect.”

The maroon-colored lingerie looked very fitting on Aisyah's body. Her pure white skin looked very contrasting.

“Are you ready baby?”

“Quiet, initially it might hurt. But for a long time you will enjoy it.” whispered Arzan with sensual. While the woman's heart was beating faster, worries instantly seethed in her heart.

Carefully, the man entered the core of the wife's body. As late as the next second, his body stiffened. His eyes widened, his originally reddened face in a blanket of passion now turned pale. While the woman below him had only closed her eyes and had even shed tears.

“A-aisyah. Your ka-? Su-dah ti-dak pe-rawan?” said the man stammering. Looking for the real answer he already knows what the answer is.

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