IN-LAW
Our first night

His eyes closed, took a breath and then exhaled slowly. He decided to approach Aralia in the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Aralia sleep - sleeping with the blanket covered her body.

He was there a long time, wanting to say something but his mouth was so hard to move. The sounds and words that escaped his heart could only be conveyed through the heart as well. That bravery was lost against Aralia.

Whatisthis? Why am I such a fool even just to stare at Aralia I can't. Varga swallowed his saliva with a single breath he opened his mouth.

"Ra, happy birthday huh," Aralia was surprised to open her eyes and immediately met Varga's gaze. Aralia reflexively wakes up from her sleep.

"Don't know about birthdays, Ara?" It was beyond Varga's thought. His heart had even been prepared to accept the curse of Aralia or the painful words that his wife was likely to say. But look at even Aralia who was always able to stress him out, upset as if forgetting that unlucky incident.

Varga nodded, the man looked calm with his usual warm gaze. Her hands raised caressed Aralia's hair.

"The problem was .., brother apologized. You shouldn't have seen —" Aralia put her index finger on Varga's lips. Stopping the man from talking about the incident.

"All right, just I want to get it straight. I don't want you to misunderstand me. Sister is out to buy this ...." Varga took out a white gold necklace from her pants pocket, which she had previously removed from her box due to exposure to water while in the bathroom.

Showing it to Aralia, made his wife widen her eyes in amazement.

"For Ara?" Tanya Aralia gleeful. Basic labile. The mood changes are easy.

"Yes .. for you," Varga opened the necklace and draped it around Aralia's neck.

Varga helps Aralia get out of bed, taking her to the mirror. The shadow there displayed a necklace that was coiled around her pretty neck. Elegantly.

"Sister, I really like it. Pendant too. Brother always knew how pleasing Ara was." The man pressed his hands against Aralia's two arms. Happy, Aralia loves her gift.

Whatisthis? Is Aralia really like this? Why isn't he angry?

Aralia looked at Varga in the mirror and frowned, thinking that Lisa would not help her choose it.

"You didn't ask Lisa for help, did you?" Sound intonation goes up a notch.

Yeah better so Aralia. You don't have to pretend to forget.

"What did I ask for?" Varga turned Aralia's body towards him. "I chose it myself for you," he said staring in Aralia's eyes.

"Why is she with you?" Ask Aralia curious. If indeed the woman did not come with Varga then how did it happen.

"She called and asked to be picked up. Sister can't let Lisa get drunk in this town. He asked me to drink as a thank you for being willing to pick him up, but I didn't know what kind of drink he ordered until it felt like I was losing control, but it was just a glass." Varga explained it carefully, wrong bit his wife will sulk crazy.

Aralia hugged Varga. Close that hug and create a smile on Varga's face. This was the first for him his wife's hand was tightly coiled around his waist. Mercifully

"That's a stimulant drug," Varga frowned.

"Where do you know?"

"From the drama, the way to lure a man in a sneaky way is that way." Aralia drowned her face in Varga's chest. He also wondered why he could get those words out.

"Ha ha ha .., do you think Lisa also learned from drama?" Varga's chuckling filled the room. Surprisingly Aralia also chuckled in Varga's chest. "You are this." sizzled Varga, trying to digest. Why laugh so happily.

"Think of it yourself? Varga was drunk just because of a glass of drink. The brother wasn't drunk but .. it .. I don't know." Aralia was confused. You're stupid or innocent? he swore in his heart.

Varga looked at herself in the mirror, Aralia still hugging him. Feels comfortable.

I think Lisa should be responsible for this. If Aralia is right, Lisa has to bear the risk.

Varga stroked Aralia's head gently

"Don't worry, I've taught her a lesson," said Aralia raising her head at Varga. The man raised his eyebrows curiously. "I slapped him, as a warning that he shouldn't touch mine." Added.

"Eh?" Varga was shocked to hear that, for some reason his heart was rumbling. His little wife slapped Lisa with her tiny hands? And also no less shocked when he heard Aralia's words about him. If he is 'his' as if the speech sounds possessive. But Varga is happy, he doesn't care if Aralia makes boundaries, arranges and forbids him to interact with other women that Aralia loves most.

"You really did that?" ask Varga, and be taken by Aralia.

"Oh my goodness, Ra. I didn't think you'd be so brave." Varga took Aralia to bed. "Lisa didn't do anything with you, did she?" Added worry. That's all he can do.

"Mmm .. I can handle it" she said playing her necklace pendant.

"Next time don't do that. What if he hurts you?"

"Do you think I'm scared? He touched and meng ..." He kissed you handsome brother! in my heart with disappointment.

Varga looks moody, he knows what Aralia means.

"Sorry brother, Ra." She begged.

"Don't discuss the matter ..., "but his heart is still full of questions.

Sis did you tell your secretary about Reven? Did you say I cheated? You're very strange if that's what you do. From Mama you're covering up, but the same Lisa you're talking about.

Aralia slams in, trying to remember Lisa's bullying face to her when she tells him that Aralia is cheating.

"Can I do it?" aralia asked timidly, Varga looked at him curiously.

"Sure,"

Aralia stared deep into the man's eyes. Finding love there for him. Make sure that the man loves her very much. "I want to give up my first kiss, for the one I love" she said shyly with a hue filling her face. Varga held back a laugh.

"You've never kissed?" ask Varga deliberately flirting. Aralia shakes her head.

"Maybe you forgot, we've been kissing" Varga told Aralia.

"It wasn't a kiss! Varga's brother forced her."

"What matters is that it's never been, right?"

"Sister! You are shameless. The kiss should be given willingly by the owner, to the one he loves. Forcers!" Already angry with throbbing lips. That's Aralia's actually temperament yet forgiving.

"So ... Who has the right to that kiss?" ask Varga gently. It should soften, right? otherwise he wouldn't have gotten Aralia's kiss.

"Silver." muttered Aralia but Varga's ears clearly heard it making her smile thinly.

"You admit you love me, Ara?" Aralia nodded in disarray.

"I love Ara too."

"I love big brother," said Aralia bowed, Varga cupped his wife's chin that made the two look up.

"I love you more, Ara." His fists, staring at the focus of Aralia's lips that colored natural pink. Aralia closed her eyes giving permission to Varga.

Varga took a short peck, then stroked the lips gently then put them back together, separating the upper and lower lip petals, sucking, sucking, sipping and poking slowly in slow motion as if provoking a silent Aralia reaction to feel without replying. Varga let go of a moment of pause and took a breath.

Aralia slowly opens her eyes and meets Varga's already foggy gaze and somehow the courage from which Aralia pulls Varga's sleeves closer and kisses Varga's lips with her budding ability. Varga blinked feeling the messiness of Aralia's movements and made her hold back a laugh. But, it makes him happy, the innocence of Aralia in terms of making out is very minimal and with great pleasure Varga who has been shrewd will teach him.

Varga welcomed, made slow movements for Aralia to follow and over time the movement demanded more. Varga pushed Aralia to sleep without letting go of her kiss. He leaned over his wife and pulled his lips together. Then whispered right on Aralia's warm lips.

"Darling can I taste you somewhere else?" his whispers are full of desire.

"Please, tonight I'm yours, sir." sizzled Aralia in a sensual tone. He was more mischievous and lured Varga into it even deeper.

"It's our first night." Varga whispers a kiss on the neck, the side of Aralia's face bites the ear slowly and returns to the lips. His hand moved to remove all the obstacles in his body and the same thing he did to Aralia. The body was now innocent with hunting breath. The long night is now hot.

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There, in his room Reven tightened his grip on the cellphone. Lisa called saying that Aralia was with Varga in a hotel room. The man seemed unwilling to part with his wife until he took her on work duties.

What would a pair of people do in a room if not romantic things? Moreover, they are a couple of husband and wife.so Lisa complained after failing to get Varga.

Reven even sent a message to his now deflected soulmate, the reason just for not wanting to destroy, betraying the family that gave him love all along. In fact Aralia dropped her heart on Varga.

Then did I not give you the love of Aralia? I can't even know where A is and where B is, all of his faces turned into yours. Inner Reven held back emotions.

You'll miss your chance if you don't act sooner Lisa said deliberately.

Reven, dial the phone.

Varga holds Aralia in her arms, after falling asleep and complaining of pain in her sensitive part. Varga breaks his wife's blood membrane and marks her Aralia intact.

The phone rang, not wanting Aralia awake Varga grabbed it from the nightstand and saw the caller who is now named Reven without the frills of emoji love again.

Varga clucked, turned off his tone and let it happen. His relationship with Aralia had just begun he did not want to be disturbed when his heart was happy. The phone rings again but is still in Varga's grasp. Varga rejects him and is moved to know what as long as Aralia ends her relationship with Reven going well or vice versa.

Varga opened the message, the only message in there was congratulations from Reven on the night of the turn of the day.

Varga was upset, jealousy was still on his face. Apparently he wasn't the first to say that. If only today's events had not happened.

Put the phone back where it was, though,

raising the blanket wrapped around Aralia's plain body. Varga kissed his wife's cheek slowly and then got off the bed very carefully, walking only in her underwear to pick up a towel and wrapped it around her waist.

He took a canned drink from the fridge and walked up to the balcony door, pulled out a little curtain and enjoyed his drink staring out of the room, waiting for the sun to rise.

What drama does Aralia like to watch? I'm curious. Varga chuckled in light of his wife's words.

It feels happy after getting the whole love of his wife now just stay menjanganya let Aralia who is still childish soul remains beside him.

Lisa's problem? I'll finish you off if Aralia's assumption is right then you should take responsibility for it. Inner Varga gulped down his drink while looking straight ahead.

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