After the First Night
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Love is not always painful

Love is not always happy

Love is never wrong, sometimes it comes when it is not on time

Until he fell into a longing

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Aisyah felt very nervous, only a few hours ago she officially became Arman's wife. Though this was not her first marriage, but events in the past made her come back scared. Arman knows that she is not a girl anymore. But somehow he felt afraid that Arman would be disappointed just like Arzan used to be. The woman walked back and forth in the hotel room filled with red roses. The smell of aromatherapy candles fills his sense of smell, so soothing and so romantic. Aisyah was currently looking for clothes in the closet, but only one nightgown was exposed in red.

"What'sthis? Why is there only one and why is that so ..." the woman lifted the piece of clothing up. Very thin and open. He shuddered, unable to imagine how he would wear it. Before long, the bathroom door opened, the woman quickly put back a piece of sleepwear she had held and immediately closed the closet. Arman was wearing a white towel around his waist with wet hair. The man appears to be drying his hair with a towel. Seeing Aisyah who was still wearing a wedding dress made the man frown.

"Why haven't you changed your clothes?" asked Arman in wonder. Aisyah scratched her non-itchy nape. He looked down embarrassed, occasionally throwing his face because Arman was bare-chested in front of him. His chest that was like torn bread was clearly plastered in front of him, occasionally the woman gulped violently.

"I-I don't have any clothes" said Aisyah.

"In the closet?"

"Nothing."

Arman again frowned deeply.

"Didn't Mama say she'd prepared clothes for us? Mama said our clothes were in the closet." Arman's index finger pointed at the white closet behind his wife. Aisyah turned her head, then looked confusedly at the man who had now officially become her husband.

"Ti-nobody."

"Ah, is that right? Mama can't lie, can she?" Arman stepped closer, the smell of his body smelled very clear in the woman's sense of smell. Arman opens the closet and finds only Aisyah's nightclothes.

"What's this?"

He asked Aisyah, so he made the woman meet.

"That's all in the closet. No other clothes."

"God. This must be all Mom's ideas. It turned out that mom couldn't wait to have a grandchild." she giggled as she shook her head. The face of the mother.

"W-what?" Aisyah gulped back violently.

"Why? Aren't you ready to give your mother a grandchild?" ask Arman as he approaches. He threw away the towel he was holding with the origin. Seeing Arman getting closer made Aisyah's heart beat faster. The woman's legs reflexively retreated backwards to hit the closet.

"Aren't you going to give a grandchild to your mother?" arman asked by raising his eyebrows to his wife. He's holding the woman. Aisha stood up tensely. He looked at the man before him with a heart that almost jumped out.

"I-i ...."

Cup

One kiss landed on the woman's forehead. Aisyah snickered, looking a small grin at the corner of the lips of the man who officially became her husband.

"Tonight is our first night, baby. Tonight is only ours" whispered Arman in Ayesha's ear. The man bit his wife's ear lobe making the woman's body goosebumps.

Arman stared confusedly at his wife. Their faces were very close, even the gusts of the two were hitting each other's faces.

"But what? You don't want it?"

"No! It's not. I also want to ...."

Uppss .. the woman's face flushed. She blushed.

Aisha closed her mouth. Just the woman's words made Arman's smile curl.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

Arman instantly silenced his wife's lips with his. At first Aisyah was surprised and just kept quiet, but for a long time she enjoyed it and retaliated against the sudden attack. The two engaged in a hot scene that excited until the morning. No regrets, everything is done on the basis of love and without demands. Everything flows as it is.

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Three years passed

A woman wearing a nude hijab and a black robe was playing with two young children in a park. He looked happy, running after his two laughing hearts cheerfully. A man wearing a black shirt approached the three.

"Honey, it's afternoon. We better go home." The woman turned her head, smilingly welcoming her husband.

"But they're not going home yet."

"Aisha, don't make children excuses. Just tell me you still want to be in this garden to remember our first meeting." seduced her husband.

"It could be, you're mas." Aisyah just laughed.

"Aisha," called a middle-aged woman who was not far from where they were standing. Aisyah and Arman turned their heads, looking as the mother of her ex-husband looked at her in disbelief. Seeing that, Aisyah looked at her husband.

"Meet me" he said, smiling and nodding. Aisyah nodded and immediately approached her former father-in-law. Don't forget to kiss the back of the woman's hand.

"How are you, Ma?"

"Mama is not good. You how? Seems like you're so happy now?" the woman smiled sincerely. Aisha smiled happily.

"Allhamdulillah, Mother. Aisha is very happy now."

"I'm sorry Mama and Arzan in the past, yeah. We are so guilty of you. And now, Mama and Arzan have got their karma. Arzan does not want to marry again and decides to live alone forever." Aisyah just kept quiet, she stared at the grass that was in her massage.

"You're getting prettier now with the hijab. And your face looks radiant. That kid your son?" mama Arzan asked, pointing to the two boys running around with her father.

"Yes, Ma. They're twins. Her names are Alisa and Abizar."

"Well, you're very lucky. They are so funny and clever. You must be very smart to educate them." praise mama Arzan looks sad. In a car not far from there, a man looked at his ex-wife with a deep longing. The corner of his eyes was watering, he quickly wiped them away.

"You look so happy, Ayesha. But you do deserve it. You're a very nice woman. If I could accept the past, maybe I'm in the man's position now." he said, staring at Arman who was inviting his two children to play. But regret is only regret. All cannot be repeated. Memories are memories. It can't be returned. Enough he keeps in his heart all his feelings. He lost her because of her stupidity. If virginity were not a measure of happiness, then it would not be possible that he would feel loss.

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