Ballad First Wife
The Past Part 1

“They're asleep?” salman asked as Fira walked into the room.

Fira nodded. “Mas, shouldn't we talk to Raul? Until when are we gonna cat like this. Raul is Ardi's real father. He has rights over the boy.”

“Darling, what rights does he have? Did you forget that a child born without marriage cannot be the heir of his father?”

“Please once Ardi. How could Elsa be that reckless?” sorry Fira. He laid his body next to Salman. Salman hugged her.

“You know baby, whenever I see Ardi I always feel guilty. I know Elsa did it because she was disappointed in me. But I can what? From the beginning what I loved was you. Our marriage was also due to his deception. I can be patient together is also not easy for me.” Salman began to slip his hands behind Fira's nightgown. He stroked Fira's stomach.

“Tales actually how the hell, Mas?” Fira tilted her body to face Salman.

“Mmm, the story is long.” Salman replied, His hand just keeps playing around in his favorite places.

“I have plenty of time to listen.” Fira looked curious.

“But I don't have time.” Salman.

“Indeed Mas Salman no work?” Fira's forehead wrinkled in wonder.

“Mm.” Salman nodded.

“Oh, yes already. Just do the job of Salman. The story can be tomorrow.” Fira said disappointed. He changed his body position.

“Truly I can work now?” Salman raised his body using his right hand as a pedestal.

“Iya can.” Fira replied weakly.

“Alright, you who gave your permission yes. Don't pull your words.”

“Iya. Ja. Work!” fira was a little upset.

Salman smiled. He stroked Fira's face and placed a kiss on her lips. A demanding kiss.

“She works?” Fira pushed Salman's chest away.

“It's starting to work. So don't be bothered ya!” Salman is attacking again.

Stupid me, I should have realized what working for my husband meant. Working for him is to prank me.

Fira finally resigned. For a long time he helped Salman finish his work, uh their work both until both of them were exhausted.

“Mas, you look at our children too often.” Said Fira while adjusting her breathing.

“Let them not be surprised later when they see me.” Reply Salman origin.

“But people say, if too often seen later his son will look like his papa.”

“She's my son. What's wrong with looking like me?”

“If our son is a boy, it doesn't matter how similar you are. But if women would be a little strange if it looks like Mas Salman.”

“Why weird?” Salman looked at it.

“I'm handsome. My daughter if girls must be beautiful.”

“Yes, if his face is down from Mas Salman, how is his body? She will grow into a burly woman.” Canda Fira's.

“Ck. You're this. Don't be weird thinking.” Salman flicked Fira's forehead.

“Mas.”

“Hm.”

“The work has already. So can you tell me?” Fira began to seduce Salman. He was really curious about the story of Salman and Elsa.

Salman took a deep breath. He thinks Fira has forgotten her curiosity about her past and Elsa's story.

“Good. It's good that I told you too. But remember! It's all the past. So don't overload your mind!” Salman pointed at Fira's forehead with his finger.

“Iya.”

“Appointments. Don't be jealous!”

“Iya. I won't be jealous.” Answer Fira quickly. He was very curious.

“And don't cut!”

“Iya, yes. Come on quick the story!” Fira shook Salman's body so impatiently.

Salman smiled.

Good opportunity. It's a shame to be missed.

“Honey, to tell a story it takes energy. Moreover, my story is very long. So I need extra energy.”

“What? Salman wants to eat? Good. I'll get you.” Fira wakes up but Salman pulls her back down.

“You don't have to bother taking it. My food and my energy source are here and here.” Salman is holding me to Fira's chest and core.

“What?!” Fira doesn't believe what Salman wants.

Fira shook her head.

“Well how else. It's my fate to have a husband calculation.” Fira's great-grandson was upset.

Salman laughed with satisfaction. Fira's speech is a green light for him to re-charge energy to be able to tell stories.

I hope you're tired and asleep after this. So tonight I can postpone the story.

Salman then began his activities to charge to the full.

This guy is really amazing. Although doing it repeatedly, the calm is not reduced even as it increases. Is his energy really filled again after doing this activity. But why am I getting so weak? Does he suck my energy. He's like a hunter-gatherer creature that siphons the energy of its prey. Inner Fira while cowering limply in Salman's embrace.

“Sleep. You look so tired.” Salman stroked Fira's delicate back.

“I'm tired but not sleepy. So don't expect me to go to bed before Mas Salman tells me. This time don't fool me anymore!” Fira looked up and stared intently at Salman.

“Hehehe tetahuan” Salman nyengir.

“Don't find reason again or fast a week!” threaten Fira's.

“Wow. I like, I like.”

“Apaan anyway, Mas. Come tell me!” whining Fira with her puppy eyes.

“Good. Where do I start?” ask Salman to himself.

“Just start from the moment Mas Salman steps away from me. Why did it stay away from me?”

“Yes from there.Why do I stay away from you, you must already know the answer because I told you once when Alan gave you a gift ring. Remember?’

“Hm yes. I remember.”

“When I walked away from you, Elsa kept approaching me. He is always there whenever I need a friend. Seeing Elsa I look at you because of your closeness. But the love in my heart is still for you. When Elsa said she loved me, I subtly rejected her. I thought Elsa would stay away after the rejection, but I was wrong. He said he wanted us to be friends and apologized for loving me. He also promised to bury his love.”

“Then how can you get married?” asked Fira impatiently.

“I told you not to cut my story!” Salman clapped Fira's head slowly on his chest.

“Iya, sorry. Continue!”

“Continue. Like a campaign slogan. Continue!” Salman chuckles.

“Ah let's tell you again! Don't joke!” Fira twisted a small dark brown circle that grew on Salman's chest.

“Hey, condition your hands. That's the emergency button. One ticker my energy will be drained. I will have to re-charge again. Want you?” hardik Salman while catching the ignorant hand of Fira.

“Iya sorry. Let's tell you again.”

“After that we split up. As you know, I moved to Jakarta and continued my studies there. But unexpectedly it turned out that Elsa was following me.”

“He has a brother in Jakarta and went to continue his studies there even though we are not sekampus. One day, unexpectedly we met while at the party of my friend who was also his friend. That night it all started.”

“I didn't know what was going on that morning, I woke up and was in a room. To my surprise, Elsa was lying next to me with a plain body.”

“What?You guys did it before marriage?”

Salman again touched Fira's forehead. “Be a good listener!”

“Iya-iya.” Fira fumbled her slightly grilled forehead.

“I'm shocked. I tried to remember what happened but failed. And more to my surprise, the door of the room where we were in was broken down by people.”

“The Elsa family is coming. You know, among the Elsa family that came there was Raul. I thought Raul was also part of the Elsa family. They caught our wet and forced me to marry Elsa.”

“Mas Salman wants to marry her without trying to prove the truth of the incident?”

“Of course I deny. But all the evidence incriminates me. Many red marks on Elsa's body and also there are traces of male remains on her body and strangely on my body as well.”

“Finally I gave up and promised to marry her after we graduated college.”

“So so the story. And Ardi? How can there be an Ardi who turns out to be Raul's son.”

“Sweetie the story is still long. Continued tomorrow! My batteries are running out again. If you still want to hear the story, you have to perform first. If tomorrow, I can sleep instead so that my battery is full.” Salman blinked one eye.

Oh, my God, my. You are right yes. Really counting. Good thing handsome if I'm not mocked.  How about the reader, ngecharge what is sleep? Ah just sleep. I'm tired too.

“Good. Go sleep. Tomorrow it continues. I'm sleepy too. Hug!” Fira began to look for her most comfortable place. Salman tightened his embrace. They slept together.

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To Be Continue

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