CUTS
The shinta...

The intat dara baro or ngunduh mantu event at Faisal's house finally arrived. Cut's extended family and the market where Abu was selling and Mak Cek Siti's neighbors also took Cut to the groom's house. The ten decorated talams came to color the line as soon as they reached Faisal's village.

If when delivering the linto or the groom, the family of the groom will bring the talam containing the equipment of the baro virgin or the bride. Unlike the case with the contents of the talam brought by the family dara baro. Dara baro family or bride will bring talam containing typical Acehnese cakes that have been decorated in various forms.

Dodol, meuseukat, halwa, wajeb, bolu, keukarah, boi, bungong kaye is a must-fill cake for every bride's shipment.

The group got off the bus and walked about 30 meters to the event house. Cut is already standing at the front flanked by Mak Cek Siti and Intan as an umbrella holder. Accompanied by the Prophet's hospital, the troupe walked slowly to the event house after seeing Faisal accompanied by Adi and Juli coming to pick up.

Traditional ritual events are not much different from those held at Cut's house. After the traditional event, the meal for the bride's entourage was also over. The entourage including Cut's extended family pleaded with the groom's family. Both brides received guests at the wedding after a photo session with the family.

“You..”.

“Ya, we. Why, do you think we won't come? Although the rain of lightning even bullets accompanied our journey but for the sake of our true friends we still pass with sincerity.” said Wira in a contrived style.

“You're better suited to being a poet than a doctor, step aside! I want to meet Fais' wife. Hello, meet! My name is Hendri from Padang. Mak-bapak aboriginal malay so I am also of Malay descent. Oh yeah, we've been friends for a long time"

“Lama-“ continued Wira cut off the words of Hendri who was thinking how long they had been friends.

Behind the two men stood a woman who had just been silent.

“Congratulations Fais and Cut, may you be happy until grandparents.”

“Sin-“

Cut smiled kindly as Shinta's warm hand stalled at him. “Thank you,” said Cut then they took a picture together.

The men continued to talk while Shinta chose to get out of there. Cut himself felt something different with Shinta and her husband but he chose silence.

“You don't go home yet!” ban Fais when his two friends catch up with Shinta outside. While Fais must receive guests back with his wife until two in the afternoon.

“You rest, I go out first to meet my friends. It's okay, right?”

“Nothing.” said Cut briefly while they were in the room.

Cut laid her tired body in their bridal room at her husband's house. The fatigue that afflicted him was increasingly felt until his eyes closed without him noticing. Meanwhile in a hotel room located not far from Faisal's residence. A pair of ex-lovers were sitting face to face with a difficult gaze to interpret.

“I didn't expect you to come today.” Faisal said.

“I just want to meet your wife, am I wrong?”

“No. I just don't want to hurt your heart.”

“Nobody can hurt my heart. We are separated by a different faith. Our parents would never let us know if we were together. He can have your body but not necessarily he can have your heart that easily right?” said Shinta then grasped the hand of the ex who had the status of another woman's husband.

Faisal looked at Shinta as before. The gaze that Shinta liked so much, the gaze that was able to make her blush in embarrassment.

Cup...

A kiss landed on Shinta's lips with gentleness.

“I miss you so much.” said Faisal.

“I also, but now you have a wife. Reduce your longing." said Shinta but both hands even coiled beautifully around Faisal's neck until the distance is quite close.

The two dissolve in a kiss full of desire and deep longing until Faisal realized as soon as Cut's face crossed his mind.

“Why?” shinta asked as Faisal ended their action.

“Why? Don't we usually do it?”

“I go home first. My parents must be looking for me right now.”

“Honey, wait a minute! How about you stay in the field. We can continue together without being close to your parents.” Shinta suggested.

“I thought first. Already yes.”

Cup...

Faisal gave a quick glance at Shinta's forehead and then exited the hotel room in a hurry. One thing that he avoided right now was his lust that was difficult to control when with Shinta earlier.

Cut woke up from his sleep as soon as he heard the knocking on the door.

Chequek...

“Iya, Brother. Sorry I overslept.” said Cut to his sister-in-law.

“It's okay. Sorry if my sister disturbed your sleep. Sister find Fais, is he inside?”

“No, Brother. He said he wanted to go out but didn't know where.”

“Ya already, sister find him first.”

Cut choose a bath to refresh yourself. For the first time she entered the bathroom of her husband who was very clean and tidy. Cut began his ritual with a bath soap that he brought from home. He enjoyed his bath so much that he did not realize that a pair of eyes were staring at him.

Aw....

Cut screamed in surprise with his hands curled around his waist all of a sudden.

“This is me.”

The sound of the whisper was able to make Cut speechless for a moment then they enjoyed bathing together for the first time and of course the first experience in Cut's life. In the past, when in the village he once bathed with the late Ilham at times or with his other friends finished helping Abu and Umi in the rice fields. Once upon a time, he even took a bath with a buffalo who had just finished plowing the fields.

This time, she took a bath with her husband, and even the cloth she was wearing to cover half her body was gone somewhere.

Cut was surprised to find Faisal's treatment of her this time. Inexplicably Cut felt Faisal was so vicious when touching him in the bathroom. He even felt pain in his intimate area due to Faisal's wild treatment.

Cut looked at the face of Faisal who had fallen asleep in their bed. The face that made Cut want to know her husband better. The flash of their hot romance often makes Cut blush on his own especially with the events that Cut first felt.

“Why do I remember it keeps?” inner Cut.

Cut hugged his own body and his eyes closed, like he felt the breath of the husband on his neck. Unknowingly, his hand also touched the lips when the memory of the husband's soft kiss was so delicious that his hair bristled.

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