HATE Before LOVE
Shame but Mau. (21+)

Late in the evening, Zehra and Adit return home, though Elif and Ardan offer to stay the night, but Zehra very understandingly rejected the offer of the new married couple who had not been able to enjoy the first night. Of course Mr. Ardan is very grateful for Mother Zehra's teaching which was delivered very politely.

After closing the door Elif was confused because there was no Ardan in the family room, when the man was there.

"Where is he?" Elif Mumbles. He went to the kitchen to put dry dishes after washing into the kitchen set, wipe the entire surface of the kitchen table, after making sure everything was neat and clean, Elif turned off the kitchen lights and turned off the television screen that was still on without anyone watching.

Then he knocked on the door, a moment later he chuckled to himself, "What am I knocking on the door for?" The old custom of Ardan was still being worked on, every morning Elif had to wake Ardan by knocking on the door of the room. Ah, who would have thought, that finally Elif would occupy the room with the man she once hated so much is now a husband.

"Ardan?" Elif opened the door, tilted his head, but was quiet. There was no Ardan in the room. Elif scrunched his forehead, he circulated a glance at the room, nothing strange. Elif was about to open the bathroom door just as Elif was holding the doorknob, it opened.

Like the slow motion scenes in the movies, Elif saw a stunning scene that made Elif momentarily hold his breath. Ardan stood right in front of him, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, showing blatantly the plane of his chest, his stocky shoulders, his strong arms, his, and his belly with pieces of torn bread was perfectly plastered, droplets of water from his wet jaw dripping down on Ardan's chest.

Elif whose height was only limited to Ardan's chest was hard-earned to move, honestly he was tempted to touch the surface before him.

"You want to touch her, baby?" Ardan's heavy voice shatters Elif's fantasy, pulling the woman back to the real world and resting her.

"Ehm... your wound... Your wound is okay?" elif asked without seeing Ardan's face. He was embarrassed, because his face must have been as red as a boiled crab.

Ardan moved forward instead of answering his wife's timid questions. Along with his steps moving forward, Elif's steps moved backwards until his back touched the wardrobe. Elif no longer blurred as both Ardan's arms locked Elif on the right and left sides.

"Why did you answer my question with that question too, dear?" ardan said in a low voice. Makes Elif goosebumps, not creepy goosebumps but goosebumps that make his stomach like a lot of butterflies.

"Per... Which question?" Elif was still embarrassed to look at her husband's face.

"You want to touch her?" reiterate Ardan's question.

Elif painstakingly soaked his throat which suddenly became dry, dry!

"Me-ehm-touching what?"

Ardan grabbed Elif's hand, bringing the tiny hand to touch the surface of his chest, abdomen, waist and further down...

"I-I-I want to take a bath first!" With lightning fast seeing one of Ardan's hands detached from his left side, Elif immediately shot away from before Ardan and entered into the bathroom. It was clear Ardan was laughing there. While behind the bathroom door, Elif held onto her chest, she could feel her heart beating at once, her breath being cut off and her belly twitching strangely. He did not expect to see Ardan bare-chested like that could make himself out of breath.

Oh, Ardan is so perfect. Handsome, dashing, plentiful. While her?

Elif looked at the reflection of his face on the mirror. She was just a girl that her father did not want, ugly, not even have abundant wealth. While out there a lot of women who are much more beautiful and rich. How could Elif be able to balance himself with Ardan? Is it too late to feel inferior like this? But, honestly this is what Elif had been afraid of for a few days before she finally became a wife.

Elif finally chose to bathe under a shower of warm water, to calm himself from all sorts of vague thoughts and fears that were inside his head. After all, in fact, Ardan chose Elif from so many perfect women who must have approached him. The women are beautiful, rich, smart, have a complete family background, but Ardan still chose it. Surviving beside him, still holding his hand even though he knew what Elif's life history was like. The man still loved her with his soul and body. What makes Elif doubtful?

Cclack.

Elif opened the bathroom door, with wet hair, eyes staring timidly at Ardan who was already wearing a plain T-shirt and shorts, and looked at her, her husband was leaning on the head of the bed while checking several emails on the screen of his laptop which was held on his thigh.

"Ehem, are you going to stand there all day, baby?"

"I-I'm going to get my shirt." replied Elif.

"Then?"

"The book is still in the suitcase."

"Then?"

"The suitcase is right next to you."

"Ohhh, come here, get your clothes."

Elif bit her lips instead of moving from her place.

"Or do you want me to carry you? But you remember Fadil's word, right? I don't care if I have to carry you." Ardan stood about to approach Elif, but quickly Elif stretched out his hand, stopping Ardan's footsteps.

"I-I can do it myself."

"All right, please." Said Ardan while grinning wide.

Was-was Elif stepped up, clutching the winding of his towel closer to the suitcase under the foot of the mattress, with a slight bend, Elif tried to unzip his suitcase with one hand, and somehow zipper suitcase was suddenly like a person mocked, very difficult to open, so inevitably Elif had to use his two hands to open it, to open it, but at once his movement stopped when a pair of stocky arms coiled around his waist from behind.

Elif closed his eyes, biting his lips, he could feel the warm breath of Ardan sweeping across the surface of his skin, it felt tickling and caused a sensation that only Elif knew. Gently a kiss landed on Elif's bare shoulder, then on his nape, then on his neck, on his ears. I swear by anything, Elif enjoys it. A sensation he never knew before that the human body could have such a response.

Slowly Ardan twisted Elif's body until they faced each other. He smiled looking at the eyes of Elif who I opened to see Ardan. He again landed soft, friendly kisses on the forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose and finally the lips. Slowly and gently Ardan kissed Elif's lips. Increasingly provide a sensation that makes Elif no longer avoid.

Elif's hand moved, coiled around Ardan's neck, he closed his eyes, and opened his mouth slightly. Elif has surrendered himself. Ardan smiled, he immediately served every mouth cavity of his wife, from soft and finally hunting until both of them were forced to release their lips because they were out of breath.

"You are so beautiful, my wife." said Ardan slightly whispered in Elif's ear.

"And what are you. hhhmmppphhh."

Now there was no longer any chance for Elif to dodge or cover up what had belonged to him.

With their position standing right on the bed, it was not difficult for Ardan to finally make the woman he loved so much fall on the mattress with their lips still locked together. And long-buried desires are no longer able to hide.

At last.... Ardan split duren!!