Berlianku My wife
60. First Kiss

"Wake up, he said thirsty" said Ardi pulling Alya's blanket.

"Ish don't pull" Alya maintains holding onto the blanket to keep Ardi from opening. Alya felt uncomfortable wearing a shirt with her shoulders and chest open.

"He's thirsty?" ledek Ardi wants his wife out of the blanket.

"No, I'm thirsty, I'm going to sleep!" alya answered, tightening the blanket over her face.

"Where is thirst other than drinking?"

"So, I'm not thirsty anymore"

"What's the light?"

"Husband snapped" Alya replied chuckling behind a blanket.

"Huh basic!" Ardi snorted as he ruffled Alya's hair poking out on the blanket.

"What shit? Don't touch" Alya replied spoiled from inside the blanket.

"Kriiiing - kriiying" Ardi's phone reads. Ardi picked up his cell phone and walked to the balcony of the room picking up the phone from someone.

Alya also heard a phone call, she opened her blanket up under her chin, she saw her husband move away while chatting with someone.

"What akrab? Could it be his girlfriend? Ah time bodo. I want to sleep" muttered Alya trying to eavesdrop on Ardi's conversation but couldn't because it was far away.

Not long after Ardi hung up his phone and sat down beside Alya. Seeing Ardi sitting next to him Alya immediately gerogi and covered the blanket back.

"Why closed? I want to see my wife's face" Ardi said approaching Alya again.

"What the hell, wife, wife what?" alya replied shyly always called wife.

"Did you always behave like this when you were with Farid?" ask Ardi suddenly.

"Huh? What's?" Alya opened her blanket again hearing Farid's words.

"Are you this same as Farid?" ask Ardi again.

"Farid? Brother Farid means that? No" Alya replied quickly. Then Alya got up and sat leaning still still covered her body with a blanket.

"Sister Farid is kind, polite, gentle, not rich you, of course I also respect him a lot" replied Alya passionately telling Farid.

"It's really exciting to talk about Farid, until you wake up. Open the blanket" said Ardi trying to grab the blanket, want to see Alya open again.

"No! What the hell!" alya answered mode on tightly holding her blanket.

"Did Farid ever see you?" ask Ardi again.

"What does that mean? Of course he's seen me. Even we have eaten together, taught together as well" Alya answered frankly and passionately told Farid.

"Did Farid ever see your hair, your legs? Your neck? Is that you?" asked Ardi again pointing to Alya's chest.

"What the hell? Not clear" replied Alya annoyedly pointed at his sensitive direction.

"Answer question!" tanya Ardi was a little inflamed.

"Of course not! It's so strange the question is, we'll meet at the parlour with the children, where there are things like that, he's Alim, not your rich pervert!" alya replied annoyedly getting hardened Ardi's jaw.

"you mean? Is it so in your eyes he's very good? L didn't? Then what did you say? I'm pervert? What did I do to you?" replied Ardi bringing his face closer to Alya with an indecipherable look.

Alya swallowed her saliva facing that close to her husband.

"Ma-ma-I mean, she's always keeping her distance from me? Not sep"

"Cup" Ardi stopped Alya's talk with his lips. Alya's eyes rounded feeling something chewy, warm and wet in her lips. This was the first time in Alya's life. Yeah, first kiss from her impromptu husband. Alya was silent because of the shock.

Ardi realized there was no reply from his wife, he immediately let go of her lips. Ardi knew that this was Alya's first kiss, so Ardi understood that Alya was silent and did not reply. Even Alya's sweat sprung up on her forehead.

"Don't want me to be with him, go to sleep! I'm leaving, maybe I'll go home at night, stay here asleep. I'm the key from the outside. Don't try to escape!" said Ardi coldly then took the jacket and left.

Alya who was still shocked could only stand still watching her husband go somewhere. Alya looked at the wall clock, it was 9pm more.

"Where is he going? Home night? It's already night" Alya muttered inwardly looking at the door. "Oh my God, did he kiss me? Puk Puk" Alya patted her cheek hoping everything was a dream but it turned out that everything was real. Alya held onto her chest that was pounding.

"He's good-looking Ya Alloh, very handsome in fact, he's also rich, but my dream husband is not like him, why did my dream kiss end like this? Haish" Alya covered her face with a pillow.

During this time Alya always dreamed of getting a husband, fellow doctors or lecturers in his campus who both came from pesantren. Not like Gery, Ardi or Farid, Farid grazed. But it has not met Alya's criteria. Even a few times with Ardi, Ardi left the Fardlu prayer and I don't know what the association was like all this time.

Alya imagined presenting her kiss in a romantic and syahdu place with her loved ones. Alya also always imagined a marriage that was sacred, memorable and made her mother proud. But what Alya got now, married because of the accused, the same person who was newly known, and now Alya even kept a secret from his friends.

"Ish ish ish dasarrr male nyebelin!" Alya hit her own blanket. Then Alya got up to get water on the table. After that Alya walked over to the dressing table. Alya looked at herself in the glass, Alya is indeed very sexy.

"Ck...the shame of me, even I was with him like this? My God, so he's really my husband? Is this really my destiny?" Alya sat down for a moment in front of the mirror.

Alya just remembered that from falling asleep on the trip until now has not held her phone. And I don't know where the phone is. Because Alya herself did not know how she could suddenly wake up with her husband in the room.

Alya walked around Ardi's room, opening each drawer. "Thank God to meet" Alya smiled happily to find the bag and cell phone Gery gave in the dressing room drawer. Alya opened her phone. Lots of messages from his mother, Gery and friends Alya.

"Astaghfirulloh, even I have not ngabarin mother, but if the phone at this time must be mother has slept, sorry Alya Bu. I just send a message" muttered Alya read her mother's message, then reply with reasoned lowbat phone.

Alya then reads a message from Gery. Despite agreeing to be friends, Gery still aggressively approached Alya. Gery always asks Alya's schedule that day, what will it take care of? How did he get there, Alya lives in Megayu's apartment on what floor?

"Ck, he hasn't changed, said Doctor Mira. Did I just say yes, that I'm married? Ah but very embarrassing"

Lastly Alya read the messages from his friends and read the schedule of Alya hospital guard, for tomorrow. Apparently Alya keep the morning and the afternoon overtime replaces Anya's schedule. That means that tomorrow Alya must prepare to wake up early. Moreover, Alya's work clothes are in the apartment. It could be from dawn Alya had to leave from this House of his in-laws.

Alya closed her phone. Head to the bathroom, wash your face toothbrush and wudzu. Finish praying and wearing Alya skincare immediately put his body on the blanket. Luckily Ardi left so Alya could sleep freely.