I'm the One You're wasting
MP (First Night)

Witma first laid her body on the bed by straightening her legs. Not long after Arash suddenly caught up and immediately lay down next to him.

"What do you think tonight's gonna go on without a hitch?" arash asked, looking to the side so he could see his wife's face.

Witma who was asked was just silent because suddenly she was nervous, she was nervous, although this was not the first time for him but somehow when he saw Arash's different-looking gaze he felt his heartbeat pumping even stronger.

"Darling ...," call Arash in a lung. And unexpectedly his hand has pulled the knot of pajama rope worn by Witma so that it shows white skin like milk that glares because of the thin lingerie. His fingers trace the line of the wife's face starting from the eyes, cheeks, nose and ending in the lips are pink naturally rubbed several times by slowly using his index finger. "From now on I will call you dearly" he whispered as he bit the little earlobe of Witma.

Witma's body felt bristling when it received a gentle treatment from Arash like this that he never got at all from Reka. He then tried to adjust his breathing to remain normal between his heart that is increasingly racing. His hands slowly tried to close his pajamas again because he was embarrassed to see the eyes of the husband who was full of adoration but Arash shook his head to forbid it.

"Darling, is your old love still in here for me?" Arash pointed to Witma's d*da sambi inching distance and he laid his body with one leg crossed on Witma's thigh.

Witma gave a small nod, as Arash's lips toyed around his neck the fine fur in his hands and his nape bristled. His fingers grabbed the sheets as Arash's lips sipped his neck softly and deeply with one hand slipping behind his lingerie. And it seems like the first few seals have been perfectly etched into the smooth white neck.

Witma also immediately closed her eyes enjoying every touch that Arash gave because the touch caused a crumbling sensation.

"I will from now on" said Arash with a heavy-sounding voice sweeping over Witma's ears. He also had time to kiss the top of the head of the wife with great affection while reading a prayer.

بِسْمِ اللهِ اَللّهُمَّ جَنِّبْنَا الشَّيْطَانَ وَجَنِّبِ الشَّيْطَانَ مَا رَزَقْتَنَا

"Bismillah, Allahumma jannibnaassyyaithaana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa."

Meaning: By reciting the name of Allah, O Allah, keep us from (disturbance) Satan and keep the devil from the sustenance which You have bestowed upon us.

Get here, and all of you must know what happens next please imagine each of you according to the contents of your brain.

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The smell of mint and the touch of a hand that felt cold made Witma forced to open her eyes, she felt she had just fallen asleep after her husband several times managed to bring her flying high above the clouds.

"Honey, the bath used to keep us praying at morning congregation," said Arash whispered as he kissed the wife's friendly forehead. "Honey, wake up first with the sun," he continued, who saw Witma closed his eyes again.

"Abang, in a moment," said Witma who now looks to pull a blanket to cover her innocent body. "A moment, I'm still very sleepy" he said in a hoarse voice.

While the shocked Witma can only resign when Arash buried his face between his twin mountains. And again there was a scene of a fight on a cold bed now again feels hot again.

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"Is it still sick?"

Witma who heard Arash's question lowered her head in embarrassment as the two of them were having breakfast.

"If the pain says it, let the brother buy you the ointment that is in the pharmacy," said Arash who again chewed his breakfast.

"No need to bang, it's natural that for a long time I will get used to it," said Witma with a growing shame, he also had time to wonder why it feels so sick when he was a widow is not a girl who is still sealed.

"Am I playing too rough?" The sentence of the question was thrown out of Arash's mouth without him knowing the wife was getting embarrassed.

"Don't you regret having married me after finding out where a widow's shortcomings lie?" Although embarrassed Witma still asked that by ignoring the husband's question.

Arash grabs Witma's hand on the table and takes her to his lips to kiss a few times. "Jutsu brother feels that brother is one of the luckiest humans, because he has managed to marry a woman who became the first love of brother so, according to brother there is nothing to regret." Arash answered honestly because he was really happy to have Witma and also he felt perfect as a husband after successfully giving Witma an inner living.

Hearing that, Witma semin felt that the second soul mate sent by God was a man who he always mentioned in his prostration and in every prayer. "Thank you brother, for being willing to accept my every shortcoming, and I hope that you will never get bored in reminding me of this mouth that is often presumptuous to ask for a word of separation."

"Please remind your brother too, if this mouth accidentally says words that hurt your heart because your brother is also an ordinary human who can be khilaf at any time," replied Arash who asked Witma to remind him. "Abang also asked later whatever happened there should never be any intention to leave brother under any circumstances," he continued.

When Witma will reply to Arash's words suddenly the door banging from the outside is very clearly heard.

"Honey, you can enter first into the room like it's the voice of Kak Alma." Arash tells Witma to go into the room. "Don't forget to lock the door, and never open it if it's not the brother who asked for it" he said, stroking Witma's head. "Don't ask about anything for now, because brother can't answer you better now baby come in yes," he asked. Because apparently it was not the voice of Alma but the voice of both Anja's parents.

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