An Inner Lent to My Wife's Cousin
Second Marriage

"Do we have to do this?" nana asked, as she was already wearing the bridal outfit.

"How do you think? Do we have to commit adultery so that we can freely relate?" tukasku while tidying up my black suit.

Today, I'm going to turn Nana into my wife. More precisely my second wife without telling Yani, my first wife.

The reason I wanted to marry her was to give an inner living to Nana who was rarely found by her own husband, because her husband worked in Kalimantan and once a year she came home.

You could say this is our second marriage without telling our respective families. Had I expressed my intention to marry Nana, the family and Yani would not have agreed to it because Nana was married. Nana is my first wife's cousin. Though my good intention was to only provide an inner living for Nana that was rarely obtained from her husband.

I pity to see Nana who is always like a depressed and dizzy person facing everything. I don't know why she is like that either, and maybe it's all because of her work as a housewife and working in the village hall office.

Nana and I have been close lately as people date because they see the nature of Nana being so spoiled towards me. Starting from he who often confided about the problem until our chat went to the discussion ***. From there I understood that Nana needed an inner living that was rarely obtained from Dana, her husband. I don't know where I think I'm going to marry Nana so she gets what she gets later. Therefore I invited him to marry in series so that I could give him an inner living without having to do adultery.

"Come, we have been awaited by Mr. Penghulu in front," joked Muhlis who had just entered the room.

The three of us walked out to the upper house and also some people who would be witnesses of my marriage.

"Are you ready?" he asked as Nana and I sat in front of him.

"Already, sir." Even though this isn't my first marriage, I'm still nervous about it. Moreover, our second marriage was not attended by relatives, except Muhlis who became the guardian for Nana.

Nana's parents are still there. However, we dare not invite them and make her guardian for Nana because this marriage will definitely be opposed by them.

"Well, I marry you brother Herman Abdullah bin Harin with sister Nana Anindya Putri bint Hidrullah with dowry."

I took a breath. "I accept the marriage of Nana Anindya Putri bint Hidrullah with dowry .. paid in cash."

"How are the witnesses?"

"Well!"

"Goddessa ...."

We prayed after the kabul Ijab pronunciation went well. I turned to face Nana and she immediately grabbed my hand to kiss her. Nana is now my wife. I don't have to be afraid anymore to get into a relationship with him because we're religiously legitimate.

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"Remember your promise that if this is all revealed, don't ever involve me!" muhlis said as we were both in front of the bridal room.

"Look, I won't involve you or say your name if this is all exposed" I assured him.

"Remember your promise, Her!" Muhlis passed by leaving me at the door of the room.

To be honest I also feel anxious if someday my second marriage with Nana will be known by the family. Moreover, Nana and I live in remote villages. If everything is revealed, just prepare me and Nana will be the lips there until they reach the next villages.

I opened the bedroom door and entered it, revealing my second wife who was now leaning on the headboard while playing her phone. Now Nana has changed clothes and only wears pink lingerie to show her curves. I unconsciously swallowed my own saliva.

At the age of three-headed, Nana's body really still looks slim. Her white skin and slim body made me look forward to quickly uniting our bodies. It's very different with Yani, my first wife. Although Yani's face is superior to Nana's, but Yani's body looks fat without change from year to year.

From the first time after giving birth to our youngest child, Yani's weight slowly began to increase. Yani never wanted to straighten his body because he said if fat people are a sign of healthy people.

I really don't mind it. But the longer I also compared Yani's body with the bodies of other women who look slim. How do I imagine when in bed with Yani's body that looks slim.

"Sir, why are you standing at the door?"

I woke up from my daydream after hearing Nana's reprimand. I saw Nana who was still leaning on the head of the bed not moving one bit. I just smiled then started taking off the black suit I was wearing and hanging it behind the door.

"Have you taken a shower?" my many.

"Here, just now."

I saw Nana's hair still look wet. I started to pick up the towel and went into the bathroom to refresh myself.

After a few minutes, I came out of the bathroom in casual clothes while carrying my bridal outfit. I glanced at Nana who was now calling someone. From the direction of his conversation I could tell that he was talking to his son.

"Yes, Mama will be home tomorrow. Take care of your sisters, ask grandma if you need anything. Yashudah, assalamualaikum."

"Minda?" I asked after Nana ended her call while approaching her. Dinda was Nana's first 14-year-old daughter, Nadia.

"Yes." Yeah."

I slowly sat on the edge of the bed feeling nervous. I glanced at Nana who started playing her phone. However, the look on his face looked tense and nervous. Is Nana the same as me?

I took the initiative to get closer to him and leaned on the head of the bed beside Nana. I started to embrace it until Nana started saving her phone. He started looking at me shyly.

Oh God! I seem to be getting impatient!

I approached his face until our breaths hit each other in our faces.

"Can?" I whispered for permission. I need to ask her permission first fear she refuses not to be touched first.

Nana nodded shyly at the omen allowing me to enjoy her body. I smiled faintly and began to put my lips together on her lips.

We were both swept away in the explosive passion tonight. This first night, I really didn't expect Nana to be this aggressive in bed. Maybe because the passion he had been nurturing all this time finally paid off through me. Maybe because Dana who comes home once a year causes Nana thirst for touch and caress from men.

Uhh!!

Oh, my God, I don't think I'm gonna regret marrying Nana, who made me so nervous.