Ballad First Wife
First Morning as Salman's Wife

I still can't believe what we just did. I looked at the handsome face that looked peaceful in its depths. Thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, a sturdy jaw and a thin lips that can make me float.

"Happy?!" those sharp eyes were open. A smile spread across Salman's lips. "Why? Am I too handsome to charm you?"

I'm thorny. What to say in response.

"That's.." I was thinking how evasive. "Sir, about the marriage book?" I finally found a way to avoid answering honestly.

"Why?" Salman straightened his body. His eyes were on me, on my chest more precisely. I bowed in the direction of Brother Salman's gaze."

"Aw!" I pulled the blanket quickly to cover my treasure that was accidentally exposed.

"Haha.." Brother Salman chuckled. His hand pulled back the blanket.

"Sister!" pekikku while holding the blanket so as not to sag again.

"Honey, I've seen it, I've even felt it. Why should I be ashamed?" tease Sister Salman while pulling back my blanket. I screamed but soon my voice vanished in the link of Salman's cold lips.

The next day, I returned to my regular duties as a wife, preparing breakfast. Since the divorce, I rarely cook and eat out more often because of free cooking, no one will eat.

But this morning was different. I went back to the kitchen.

"What cooking?" Salman hugged me from behind.

"Ryan's favorite chicken soup and this, capcay. Salman still likes capcay, right?" my reply was a little breathless because Brother Salman not only hugged me but also teased me by kissing my neck.

"Sister, look at Ryan."

But Salman has not heeded my warning. He put his body and kept his lips down my neck. Even his hands began to creep into his favorite part. Our bodies were squeezed together until I could feel a part of his body reacting again.

"Mother!"

Salman's brother spontaneously let go of his embrace when he heard Ryan's voice.

"Morning, Ryan." Salman welcomed Ryan.

"For Salman's father."

"Wanna take a shower?" Salman rubbed Ryan's head.

Ryan nodded. He approached me. Looking at the ingredients I was going to cook and then plucking the pieces of chicken that I had boiled and then headed to the bathroom.

"That's right! Salman the hell!" my nag.

Salman nyengir. He came back to me and stood next to where I was cooking.

"Can we have a holiday today?" Salman looked at me.

"It can't be brother. Cook a permit suddenly. Why is it brother?"

"Mmm.there is no. Just wanna be with you." Brother Salman touched my cheek. I smiled while glancing at him.

"When we meet again, brother. I'm already, I'm going to cook first. Don't bother." I urge Brother Salman to stay away. Salman stepped onto the dining table

"By!"

I looked, "Yes, sister?"

Salman looked doubtful, "No papa. Continue cooking it."

I went back to my cooking show.

"By!"

"Yes brother?" I looked at Brother Salman who was sitting on the dining table chair.

"I love you."

"Ck." I laughed softly at Brother Salman's statement . What does he mean, wasn't he said it many times last night.

"Ra I'm serious."

"I know brother."

"If you know, don't doubt me one day." asked Salman.

I smiled and turned off the stove. After removing the apron, I stepped onto the dining table where Brother Salman was. I stood in front of Brother Salman who was directly holding my waist.

"I know and I'll never doubt you." I cupped his face with both hands and then I kissed Salman's forehead.

"Then don't work donk. Keep me company."

"Ih spoiled."I pulled out of Sister Salman's arms because I heard from the bathroom that Ryan was about to finish.

Ryan came out of the bathroom.

"Hmm the smell of father's son." Salman's brother menowel Ryan's cheek.

"Of course dad did. Why?"

"Take Ryan for a walk!

Salman gave his thumb a sign of agreement.

"Yes!!!" Ryan jubilant. He then ran to his room.

"Where did he go?" ask Salman.

I just shrugged my shoulders and stepped into the kitchen and began to arrange food for breakfast.

"A holiday!" back Salman whines. He pulled me to his lap.

"What the hell is it, brother?" I put my hand around his neck.

"Honeymoon." whispered Brother Salman then kissed my cheek.

I laughed, "Ogah ah. Shame."

"Ngapain shame. The honeymoon no one saw nothing to be ashamed of." persuaded Brother Salman as his hands began to misbehave.

As Brother Salman's face approached my face, my phone rang. I was about to get up to grab my phone but was arrested by Brother Salman.

"Shut up!" sister Salman. He then reached out his hand, grabbed my phone and lifted it.

"Assynnya!" Salman raised the call.

....

"Hi, Lan. How are you?" reply Brother Salman. Apparently Alan called me.

"Why? Yes, because I'm her husband."

Finished saying, Brother Salman kept the phone away from his ear

"Closed."

Salman looked at me, "Alans seemed angry.

I smiled wryly.

"Why just smile?"

"Then what should I do?"

"Are you okay Alan's angry?"

I'm shaking. "Between me and Alan it's an impossibility, brother."

"Why? Because of Alan's mother? What if Alan's mother changes her mind?"

"No. Not just because of Riya. Because what I love is not Alan but my husband Salman." I pinched Salman's nose. He smiled with sparkling eyes and then buried his face in my face making me nervous.

"A holiday!" back Salman whines. I finally nodded my will.

"Yes!"

"Then I'll send you a license first."

"No need. I asked permission"

"Can't you?"

"Yes can. I have an accomplice" he replied with a laugh.

"Mother. It's big still asking for my hand." Ryan chirped me in shock. I rose from the lap of Brother Salman.

"That's because when you were little you were never on the bench. So dad hugged her."

"Yes, Andre's father never held a mother."

"Ryan!" I rebuked Ryan.

"So I'm the first one to hold you?"

I answered Salman's question by sticking out my tongue.

"Review yes!"

"Here you go, let's eat!" take me. We then had breakfast.

Salman then went to take Ruan to school. I waited for him at home. When Salman left, Alan suddenly came.

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