IN-LAW
Gaun

After the marriage Aralia and Varga who is now her husband returned to their residence. The wedding took place at Aralia's house as Nisa's request.

Aralia hugged her mother tightly, it was hard to leave the woman alone in the house she had lived in all this time and today she had to go and be bound to be someone else's family.

Nisa nods to release Aralia, already at risk as a parent.

Varga opens the door for him and soon the car runs away from Nisa's house.

Aralia stood right in front of Varga's room door, waiting for the man she left out there to come and open for her.

Varga ran up the stairs, not wanting to make Aralia wait and showed her a cold look.

Varga opened the door, for the first time for him to set foot in this man's room. Neat and luxurious impressed.

Many photos adorned the walls, and all that picture Rena her brother. Aralia stared at one big photo on display there, the wedding photo of Rena and Varga.

Aralia sat on the sofa there and saw Varga standing by the door.

"When do we move?" tanya Aralia opened her voice, looking towards Varga.

Varga frowned, "moved?" Confused ask.

"Mm.m ...,"

"Where?"

"Home is at —," not yet finished Aralia's speech, Varga immediately replied.

"We're gonna stay here, the house's for sale."

Varga forgot to say that his house with Rena had been sold since the incident that befell his wife.

Aralia nodded, "then where did I put my clothes?"

"This closet is empty, you can wear it and please don't touch this one that belongs to Rena, my wife" Varga said, showing a large cupboard in the room. Aralia nods, not caring about the cupboard Varga is forbidden to touch.

"Then get rid of it" murmured Aralia.

"What?" Aralia shook her head.

An awkward atmosphere was created in the room. Both Aralia and Varga remained in their respective positions. Aralia felt a sultry and itchy feeling on her body that was still wrapped in a beautiful dress that dangled sweeping the floor.

"Can you come out? I'm gonna take a shower." Aralia looked at Varga through the dresser in the room.

Varga nodded his head walking out and did not forget to close the room.

Aralia moved to see a small bed that was meant for babies. White and decorated with bright hangers. Aralia smiled as her hand touched the hanger and let out a singing voice.

Gts ... Gts ...

Aralia turned her head, and walked to open the door. " What's up?"

Varga brought a suitcase containing Aralia's clothes that her mother had prepared.

"Your clothes." He said he pushed the suitcase inside.

Aralia closed the door again after Varga left. He took out his clothes and chose a pair of pajamas and a towel

Tonight he wants to pamper himself with foam water on top of the tub.

Aralia dripped the therapeutic scent into the water she had put in the bathup and opened the wedding ring and put it on the bath and opened the dress she was wearing.

Damn

Umpatnya upset, trying to reach the zipper on the back of his body. His hand arrived but was unable to pull the zipper.

Ahrrrs

Aralia growled, got out of there and stood in front of the mirror of her room looking at how to open the zipper. But the girl couldn't either.

Shitty

The bath that she dreamed was finally just a dream, the clock was at ten o'clock in the night, added her husband had not come.

Aralia sat on the bed, she gave up and laid her body feeling itchy and sticky on her body.

Actually, he had been thinking about calling Varga earlier. But Aralia didn't have the courage to do it. That's not what's in his heart. He did not want the man to see his body let alone touch it.

Aralia is shocked, hearing the door open she spontaneously wakes up and finds Varga at the door. The man frowned, confused to see Aralia still wrapped in a wedding dress.

"You haven't had a shower?"

Aralia shook her head with a lazy highlight.

"Cold," he answered.

"Oh," Varga nodded, going into the bathroom and intending to refresh her body with a bath.

Varga unbuttoned his camera while seeing the water in Bathup not yet used and still emit a fresh aroma.

Varga sighed, thinking that there was something that made the girl who was now his wife not take a bath. Varga seemed to think then decided to go out and ask.

"Did you prepare that water for me?" Hahaha Varga wanted to laugh as the question rolled from his mouth, where perhaps Aralia who hated him so much prepared the bath water as well as dripping the fragrances there. It's just that Varga has to be rich.

Aralia frowned and screeched.

Don't ever think about it

"What do you think is that for you?" Aralia asked back.

"I don't think so."

"Why ask."

"Mmm well, I was wrong to have hoped." Varga said there was a slight smile etched on his face. As he was about to close the door, he put his head back out and said.

"It looks like you're so happy to be wearing that dress." He said then closed the bathroom door.

Aralia bit her teeth furiously, "is she mocking me?" She said she threw a gaze toward the bathroom door while squeezing her dress in annoyance.

After the bath, Varga put on her pajamas in the bathroom, trying to forget her habit of just wearing a towel and walking around in her room. He remembered the presence of Aralia who had not been able to accept him.

Varga found Aralia still sitting on the bed, "sleep it's late" Varga said, drying her hair in front of the mirror.

"Mmm .., "the Aralia murmured at a glance their gazes met through the mirror, and somehow Varga's heartbeat beat fast.

"You don't want to change your clothes?" Varga tried to ignore the beat, "your face should also be cleaned of makeup if it can not cause black fle later."

Whahuh? I care about her face that looks so sullen. I don't know what's gotten into me. Oh my ....

Aralia stood up and walked towards her closet, while Varga began to climb onto the bed after tidying up her hair and intending to sleep.

He saw the little girl who had been his wife's legitimate silent and felt uncomfortable with the dress he was wearing. Although it looks beautiful but for Varga the dress is not comfortable under sleep.

Aralia cleared her throat, "it seems like there is a problem with this dress. I'm having a hard time pulling the zipper." His selfishness he lost. Varga thinned his lips right guess something must be wrong.

Varga lowered her legs from the bed and moved towards Aralia, grabbed her shoulders and turned the body of Aralia. The girl was surprised by Varga's sudden treatment, blushing.

"Why is it so hard to ask your own husband for help" said Varga pulling the zipper down. Split the dress that Aralia was wearing. Varga had pecked at the smooth back of Aralia and unfortunately her heartbeat again beat. Not only was his natural blood as a normal man felt boiling he felt flowing in him, Varga's face flushed he remembered a long time since widening his inner living unfulfilled.

"Don't take this shower late at night you can get sick later, clean your makeup. I'll sleep on the couch you can sleep in the bed and don't forget the door lock scared mom comes in without knocking." Varga said take a pillow from the bed and move to the sofa. Putting himself to sleep there while adjusting his breath that felt a little tight.

What's the matter? His bath patted his chest that felt tight. Tonight was supposed to be his first night, a thrilling night for him but considering his relationship with his wife was intertwined for some reason he was trying to ignore his special night.

Aralia went into the bathroom and ignored her husband's words by deliberately bathing and even soaking there for a long time.

In the morning, when Aralia opened her eyes she found Varga looking neat. Wearing a white cameja with a black tie coiled around his neck. Varga stood in front of the mirror styling her hair.

"You awake? I want to go to work if I want to go to college, tell me to go among the papa" Varga said without seeing Aralia who was sitting.

"I was riding online only," Aralia lowered her legs and lazily opened the bathroom door.

"Ara ...," Call Varga to stop Aralia's footsteps, turning her head.

Varga takes his wallet and pulls out an atm card, giving it to Aralia.

"Use this for your needs, the pin number is Rena's date of birth" he said, then landed a kiss on Aralia's forehead.

Instantly Aralia pulled her head away, she was too shocked by Varga's sudden treatment of kissing her forehead.

Varga smiles and grabs her phone on the bed, leaving Aralia in place.