Beautiful Wedding Imperfect
With you

Five days after the mind is torn by disbelief. I was slicing white mustard and meatballs on the kitchen counter while biting my lower lip. Mas Dhika hugged me from behind while rubbing my thigh skin with a friendly touch and kiss on the nape of my neck.

“Yesterday you promised me, Sha.” whispered quietly in my ear lobe. Feather

I cleared my throat with a loud intonation while putting a knife on the table. Not having breakfast, just eating crackers and drinking tea, I'm hungry, cooking must be delayed somehow a few minutes.

“Risha cook first mas. We had breakfast first because it was better than hope!” I said nervous.

“No need to cook weh, hunt this world bright back!” he said that the carvings were anxious.

I looked out the window, “Color kok.”

Mas Dhika bit my shoulder suddenly until I turned around and swerved.

“My world, Sha. Again this blurry, whether so close you in my eyes what I've lusted.”

I jumped up later. We were too close and clingy until my chest seemed to stick to his. My heart was pounding, my body was frozen in his arms.

Could my chastity be lost today?

I covered my lips while shaking. Mas Dhika grabbed my wrist and took me to the room.

With a horrified expression I let her lock the room despite my much stronger energy to resist it, but promise to stay.

Mas Dhika wants to be a man while I want to be a good wife to her. Be, hungry, horrified, pounding, painstaking and ashamed, we begin our many failed experiment as we seek the way to worldly pleasures and the Hereafter.

“Pelan-pelan, mas. Slow down.” I said while covering my head with a pillow.

Mas Dhika chuckled as my stomach crept loudly despite the insistence and insistence he gave in my body.

“Gue wants to be cool, you even laugh.”

“People say Risha is hungry.”

“Oke-okay, I'm accelerating. I'm accelerating.” I gripped the mattress with the prone and duarrrr position, bursting all the desires buried in Dhika made her knees shake and we collapsed instantly.

“Minggir mas, sticky.” lamented with a raucous voice while shaking my hips.

Mas Dhika was away for a long time from my body while adjusting her hunting breath.

“My feet are really pegel... Pain relief cream, Sha. Pain cream.” he said ngos-ngosan.

I picked up a blanket on the floor while wrapping my body and went to pick it up in the desk drawer.

“Eat him slowly, di said slowly ngeyel.” I said while handing him over.

“Good people how to slow down!” he complains with a grim face. “Pakein dong! It's hard to wake me up.”

I grabbed her shorts on the floor and covered the part that made me nauseous and curious.

“That is very shaped, in terms of color is not consistent!”

“From on got you no color gradation!”

I snorted with a smile as I massaged her legs. Among amused and want to swear it feels different thin now.

Gini really be a wife, should not have shame huh? Oh my goodness, Risha. Dhika will definitely be productive after today.

“Why you? Why is your cheek like red?”

“Yes no papa, can't you?” I closed the painkiller cream and looked at her with a flat look.

“Don't keep going, sick. Make a scream but I hold on.”

I snorted as I tried hers and left. Mas Dhika broke down while stroking her own. Hid.

“Risha shower first, mas do not forget to shower junub as well. Know your prayers?”

“Bareng aja weh, let me also learn.”

I stuck out my tongue while going into the bathroom without any worries because Dhika took a while to get up.

“Lu have the same heart as me, Sha. In dearest I used to cake after so long the first night is now the goal. How difficult it is to enter again. You give me that key?”

I opened the bathroom door.

“The key is in you mas, not in me.”

“Halah already, 'already broken as well.” he said while pushing forward.

I raise my hand. I'm not used to this, seeing him in plain circumstances makes me misbehave and think hard about him. About the bundle of his loamy, protruding muscles. About his body that had been wrapped in neat and nice clothes.

“Close the mas, not in the umbar. Later in bite mosquitoes danger, gatel!”

Mas Dhika pulled out the plastic chair she used for the bath and I am quite grateful that her fake legs are made of titanium so it is not so much a problem if exposed to water. But it takes a fairly high fund to look aesthetic and sturdy, so no wonder if om Ray confiscated car insurance money and our wedding donation money.

“Ntar finished the bath is also closed, if itching stay in the scratch. What is difficult.” said mas Dhika indifferent.

I turned around and grabbed my phone that was ringing at the table. The number I don't know, my inner self while putting it on the table. But the phone ringer came back as I picked up the towel.

“Who, Sha?” exclaim mas Dhika in the middle of the gurgling water.

“Ndon't know, don't know.”

“Di lift!”

“Ribet lu!” I said while grabbing the phone. “Good day, can I help you?”

“We from cyber police want to meet with brother Dhika Wahyudin!”

“Good, Sir. We will be going to the police station soon.”

I looked at Dhika who was shampooing while whistling.

“Buruan mandinya, in search of your police.”

“Wih, suddenly deg-degan me. Ouch, mampus! What's the result, Sha?”

Mas Dhika wiped her soaked face with her foamy hands. His suddenly poignant eyes made him immediately think the answer to his question was what he felt.

“No, we haven't been there yet. We do not know, so now change, let Risha also had breakfast!”

“Gue makes instant noodles ajalah, meatballs same mustard earlier stay cemplung. Most rich people, run out delicious, eat noodles fall more delicious.” he said while reaching for the towel I handed out.

First of all mas Dhika dries her fake legs before wearing the towel carefully, she is still not balanced, but I am sure she has accepted by continuing to adapt and therapy.

“Lu shower a bit splintered yes. I was curious.” he said while kissing my cheek.

I cleared my throat while removing the bedroom blanket under the shower. Allow yourself to accept the coolness of the well-drilled water with a wandering mind.

Could it be that Dipta did it? Whether the seeds of love from him are racing towards the egg that dwells in the fallopian tube. Will I get pregnant soon? I'm thrashing.

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