Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
Traumatizing

Mas Dhika pinched my cheek with an anxiety while mucking it. ”Still ashamed of you? What's confused?”

“Why?” I frowned suddenly while touching my hot cheek.

Mas Dhika put my hand off the cheek gently.

“Soleh girl like you know kiss, baby.” Mas Dhika stroked my cheek while smiling.

I'm blinking lips. I don't accept the charges but I'm confused. Not wrong with a fierce and anti-romantic girl like me, I understand how to complain lips.

Suddenly I remembered something. I went to him who was playing with the ends of my hair. I suspect she's good at kissing. Whose same training? Niru who? Duh... suddenly I became curious.

I sat down and tied my hair. I looked at him seriously while he covered his face with both hands.

“Only the guy who has been dating is just the same I know how to kiss? Why pinter?” I said, squinting one eye in front of his face.

Mas Dhika raised her hand and grimaced widely.

“Ampun Risha, I'm khilaf talk.”

“Jawab!” My insistence. “Or I make our reception later tonight add complicated with my anger!”

“I only watch Hollywood movies, Sha. Just watching me keep thinking.”

“That's all thought out! Nothing else!” I said ngegas.

“Is, crazy lu.” exciting mas Dhika fast. “I think how doang, practice has not had time. My partner cu—”

“Heh!” I clicked a finger on his lips. “Aparticularly by the way. Risha no cupu, Risha only.”.

Mas Dhika gave a slightly flushed lip while trying not to laugh.

“What's free? Can't do? Embarrassed? Felt taboo?” Mas Dhika grabbed both of my hands at the waist and then grasped them while her feet restrained me.

“Jawab Risha, you why?” insist mas Dhika, his lips grin, his eyes sparkle. He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

I lowered my head. This guy in front of me is definitely not playing I'm ashamed.

“You must know I am a mas, we have been together for a long time so do not understand. Don't you be insensitive! Ih basic.” grumbled I pretended intentionally.

Mas Dhika took off my hand with a slight jolt to make me raise my gaze.

“Chick if not playing victim ya lash. Wonder me.” lamented then closed his eyes.

“Yes you should know why! I'm shy.” I said release. “I'm ashamed mas even my shoulders can not limp when you hug.” I hissed while getting out of bed.

Mas Dhika laughed but then she stopped laughing at this naivety by calling my name softly.

I turned my face to him and threw my face away. Don't want to see his face, don't want to be ridiculed.

”Risha, babe. Here, don't fight. Not good to hear outside.”

“Mas only come here. Woo me like you woo me to race!”

“This chick from High School likes to brawl words, brawl taste. Where I like more. Crazy you, already know the missing leg one is still in order to work hard to seduce!” his grunts before the sound of screeching and gedebug made me turn my face and rush to move until my chair toppled.

“Sick mas?”

“You should know what it's like to fall out of bed, Ris. Pain, shame again.” Mas Dhika hid her face into my stomach.

“My feet are hard to compromise, Ris. Ask for an easy-easy dong now. Please understand me.”

My stomach's tightening. Instead of feeling this romantic position because I held her head while stroking her head, I felt that this situation made it difficult for me to breathe.

I patted her shoulder. “Iya... Da... Now we move first, Risha amused. Especially mas like pingin really bite my stomach sekarawwww.” Mas Dhika bit my stomach quickly until I got out of the way until his head hit the floor again.

Dhika is complaining of pain. But he can still grin while rubbing his back head.

“Do not do that, Sha. The transition from dating to a halal husband is difficult, but do not gini also times. Slowly rolled your body, enjoyed this intimacy. Don't be a cake not a muhrim! Keep distance.”

I rubbed my stomach. “But you are like piranha mas, can not see the tender meat dikit.” protest me while helping him to uphold the body. He rubbed his weight with both hands.

“Start learning your affectionate with me, do not lose the same smelly boy kencur era now who was already friendly before halal!” said reminded.

I cupped his jaw with both hands. I wet my lips fiercely while bringing my face to her lips spontaneously.

Mas Dhika widens eyes. “You're a serem, Sha. Don't get into a trance.” said as he tried to rewind his body with a panicked expression.

I pulled the corner of my lips before widening my mouth in front of the mouth of the dhika mas who let out a huaaaaaaaaa sound full of fear.

“Ris..., no, Rish... Don't.” he said while shaking his head.

I spread my mouth wider before turning my head quickly, the door of the room was knocked from the outside.

“Risha... Dhika, are you guys okay?” That's mama. I got out of front of Dhika and opened the door.

Mama looked at me and dhika took turns with a suspicious look.

“You why Dhika? Why is that fear?”

”I'm traumatized, Ma. Risha. She wants..”

“Good how? Risha maksa you? Risha won't serve you? Tell me about mama, Dhik. Let mama advise Risha.”

I was blown up behind the door when Dhika complained to my mother I wanted to devour her lips ferociously.

Mama pinched my waist with an anxious look on her face. ”Not like Risha, who is sweet, friendly.” he said reminded.

I'm getting sloughed up until this limb goes limp. “I'm ashamed, Ma. Can't be friendly. It is so it is.”

Mama shook her head while staring at mas Dhika while sighing. “You're ajarin Risha, Dhik. Slow down, but do not make it, hit yourself later!”

“Siap, Mom. Ready...”

I closed the door while continuing my laughter that had not yet subsided.

“This time you survived! Next time not.”

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