Beans Forgot the Skin
Chapter 6 First Night
POV Rudy
After the incident that night I finally proposed to Mira and did not wait for a long time I married her, it only took me 3 months to strengthen my heart to let go of my future. Mira is a very charming girl, her face is ayu plus her body is good. He really intoxicated me at least I can forget a little about Tiara.
Tonight was our first night, she was wearing seductive clothes, her neckline made me want to repeat something we had done together. He smiled and looked at me shyly.
"Mas, it's not our first night, but I'm very happy to be your wife" she said gently and her eyes still lowered.
I smiled and I rubbed his head, smelled his forehead, I breathed a soft scent that made my mind drift, without a second thought, I lifted up her pretty face, her pure white face suddenly met red, add a sense of anxiety to nyubit and spoiled with this woman.
The soft curl of her soft lips, the kiss warmed up and made my desire uncontrollable, after almost****** I said
Thanks Tiara. I love you so much. Suddenly Mira's body stiffened and cried, I was confused between being upset and feeling guilty.
"I'm sorry, baby, didn't mean to hurt your heart" I said softly, still crying. He turned his back and the sound of his stuffing was getting worse.
I hugged from behind I tried to turn her back but she still sobbed, I hugged her body, her breaths and tears spilled on the chest of my naked midwife.
"Mira, I'm sorry." Kukecup.
"For why marry me if in the heart of Mas only one Mbak Tiara, I'm sick Mas," he said stammering.
I hugged her body tightly, the heat spread, the AC in the room did not give the effect of cold, the room was hot with passion and emotions that were equally peaked.
"Mira, we sleep first yuk, forgive Mas who ruined our first night," I said softly. There is a great guilt in my heart.
Suddenly his lips softly kissed my lips, the heat was creeping and made my desire for maleness peaked again, although it felt strange with his attitude but I resigned and enjoyed the game, he said, Mira became more aggressive and added to the sultry that night.
Her body that ran up and down swirled like a dancer who followed the music. I don't dare say I'm afraid to repeat the same mistake of saying the wrong woman's name. I don't know why it's so hard to forget Mama Radit's name. I was confused whether marrying Mira was an escape of my heartache because Tiara married Revan.
After both reached the top of the long climb finally Mira's body drooped weakly on the bed, I saw her face sweat, she enjoyed her game, I kissed her cheeks and forehead many times.
"Bless you dear," I said affectionately to his ear.
He was wriggling and hugging my body.
"Mas, don't hurt me for any reason, I'll make you forget Mbak Tiara, I'm the only woman in your heart from now on" he said spoiled.
"Yes dear, it turns out Mas's wife, hot as well yes, added love deh Mas." My eyes looked at him lovingly, he lowered his head in embarrassment and covered his face with both hands.
His behavior adds to the anxiety of wanting to always embrace him. I pinched his nose.
"You honeymoon where dear," I said softly in her ear.
"Here is Mas, I'm tired, next week is the honeymoon," he whined.
Mira is the youngest child and that's why she is so spoiled and hooked. His pampered attitude made me very special. I do love a spoiled woman and depend everything on her man, like a man adds when his woman depends on him.
I covered her body that was still naked, I still could not close my eyes. Why can I say Tiara's name when I can almost forget her.
He has forgotten me too. I grabbed a cigarette and sat on the sofa facing the window. I saw Mira was asleep. I let out a long sigh, I reached for the phone on the nightstand I clicked on the blue application with the letter F logo. Kuklik Tiara's name, seen photos of his honeymoon with Revan on the island of Lombok.
I saw the smile always expanding at the corner of their lips, could it be that Tiara had forgotten me a hundred percent to be able to laugh happily, while I still kept on reminiscing about it. You lousy guy, in my heart murmuring. My current future is with Mira, Tiara is just my past, I should be able to forget about her and kill everything about her.
I took another cigarette and I smoked each of his suction like there was a pleasure in itself and when I threw the smoke into the air like there was a burden missing. Tomorrow I'll be frank with Mira everything about me, not wanting anything to cover up again. I have to be honest and open about my past. May Mira accept me for who I am. After the drowsiness attacked I finally fell asleep in my dreams.
When the morning light kissed me, I opened my eyes and Mira was still asleep in my arms, I began to compare between Tiara and Mira, in the past Tiara had prayed at dawn and woke me up to pray congregation in the mosque. Prepare breakfast and provide all my needs. But Mira at 8am was still fast asleep in my arms. There are 2 women who have different characters. Mira is still childish. I hope I can be a good priest for Mira later.
I got up from sleep immediately cleaned my body, after finishing the bath I prepared the food perfected for breakfast. About fifteen minutes Mira approached me with wet hair and wrapped in a towel.
" Let's eat here, we have breakfast together but only milk and toast, baby" I said softly.
"I'm sorry, I'm bad luck, I should have served our first breakfast" he said shyly.
"It's easy, just sit here and eat this."
I took bread and peanut butter, I smeared it and I gave it to Mira, she looked at me bashfully.
I told him everything Tiara did, started waking me up for dawn prayers, cooking my favorite food, all of it I told you in detail. But accidentally Mira was down and crying. Yeelaaaa woman is indeed a strange creature, she who asks for criticism and she is jealous of basic women or I am a man who has no feelings. I don't know the dilemma of being a guy like me. Rudi Anggara, a lousy man.
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POV Revan
Finally Tiara became completely mine but there is still something stuck in my heart, 3 years is not a fast time to be able to forget Rudi her ex-husband, she said, I know in the deepest corner of his heart he still keeps Rudi in his heart. It has been three months I married her, although her attitude is sweet to me, polite, soft but her heart is not completely able to let go of her mass is proven she still likes to cry when hearing the songs of memory of both of them are being heard. But even so I will still make it comfortable.
Like tonight, I accidentally read the writing on his diary that I accidentally read.
Dear Diary
Tgl March 21, 2019
Hi Diary I have let go of my past and choose Revan to be my last moor so that he can be a good priest for my future even though honestly there is still fear of starting another housewife, there is a huge trauma if you fail again. As much as possible I move on from Mas Rudi but nevertheless Papa Radit is still always in my heart.
Yes I'm sorry bang Revan, I haven't been able to give up my whole heart for you but as time goes by it may or should be. May only death do us part, not divorce, it is painful. The experience is very slicing the heart, honestly I was very afraid if it happened twice in my life, maybe I will not be able to even though the essence of life is who first left or left behind. But the point of parting in any way is very painful.
Unable to read the entire contents of my woman's diary, like a thief secretly reading someone's secret, I finally stopped reading to me. But I did know that Tiara was only strong on the outside but her heart and soul were very fragile and sick. I could feel intense pain in both eyes, always implying pain, heartbreak and abuse. I'll be as happy as you can for Tiara.
"Bang, kok daydreaming anyway, thinking what, tomorrow we have returned to Jakarta, the honeymoon has finished, we take a walk this afternoon to the beach yuk. I want to see the sunset. I think it's exciting," said Tiara enthusiastically.
"Okay baby, I'm kangen with Radit yes," I said slowly.
"By dung, we've left him a week at home, surely the boy is already fussy,"
"Radit is an adorable and active child, maybe Rudi little like that, brother," said keceplosan.
I saw Tiara's eyes surprised by my statement. Iau Rudi has married Mira, my office friend, although we can not attend because we are a honeymoon, but we still leave gifts to office friends. Mira Surabaya people, somehow they got married right when we were honeymoon might indeed avoid Tiara or how I do not want suudzonn la. May they be as happy as we are both.
"Mas Rudi has chosen Mira, meaning he can already forget me Bang," he said gloomily.
"Why is his face sad" I said to Tiara.
I saw his face flushed either startled or confused by the question I was asking. I hurriedly pinched her nose to neutralize her feelings.
"Forget the ex, baby, now there's your husband who will always make you happy" I said. While I hold his body.
Tiara just kept quiet, I saw her smile at a glance.
"My husband is jealous, his face is tense" Tiara said casually.
Finally we laughed together after he had made the hotel bed we finally rushed to the beach.
Tiara is running around small, her robe and veil blazing adding to her beauty, she said, he uses a sky blue robe plus a matching hijab adds to the complement of his clothes he uses a yellow ivory beach hat adds to his sweet appearance plus eccentric sunglasses. My woman is graceful and exotic. The bule women who were sunbathing and showing off her aura all passed to her beauty compared to my woman whose aura was perfectly closed which added to the value of the plush.
His hijab fluttering, he I photograph secretly, a rather oriental face because Papa-in-law I of German descent and Mamaku Java Sunda adds to the uniqueness of the face Tiara. If the artist looks like Cellsea Islan. It is like, eleven twelve. Hijab version. Beautiful full.
We enjoy young coconuts that are lined up on the beach, I really enjoy the exotic beach view of Lombok. Bali eleven twelve. But Lombok is still beautiful and virgin. Still very natural.
On the sidelines of enjoying the sunset, Tiara said something that burned my heart out of jealousy.
"This sunset is the thing that Mas Rudi likes the most, he always likes to play on the beach, first time haneymoon to Jogjakarta to all beaches" he said.
She smiled wryly perhaps reminiscing about her safety with her ex-husband, but she did not realize that there was a jealous heart here. Tiara is indeed a hobby of sightseeing just like Rudi, they used to often upload all his stories on his FB wall so I know that Rudi beach guy.
"O, that's the deck" I said briefly.
He looked at me in full search, maybe he felt a jealous intonation in my answer just now, he smiled and leaned his head on my shoulder spoiled.
"Don't be jealous Bang, he's just a piece of massalalu," he said lirih.
A piece of mass that you find hard to forget, baby, in my heart murmured. Whether I marry only his body, his heart and soul still remember the man who gave him proof of his love Raditya Fasha. Children are the fruit of their love. Don't want to think too far. I pecked his forehead and gently rubbed his head. I love you so much Tiara, if I may ask GOD let me leave you do not you leave me, if only death can separate us. I can't afford to be separated from you, I can't feel it.
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