It Turns out There's Love
83 - DAG DIG DUG

Zafira lay on her back staring at the ceiling of the room. His eyes didn't move from there after the clock ticked for a few seconds. He was still trying to calm his heart and his heart that flowed rhythmically dag dig dug. This feeling is more stressful than having a thesis exam surrounded by many lecturers. If you can choose, he prefers thesis exams supervised by dozens of lecturers rather than having to start something he had never done.

"How do I hug her? I'm confused where to start? Why am I shaking like this? All this time I've never been this loud and shaky when I hugged Fariz. Why is my brain so stupid now? Just to hug alone, I had to drain my mind to figure out how to start? Why can't I think? Is it because I'm too nervous? O God help me," he sighed inwardly as he glanced at the man lying next to him.

After more than five minutes of breathing and calming the heart. The girl also changed her sleeping position. Tilting the body to the left facing Fariz. He saw Fariz showing no reaction at all. Only his eyes seemed to flicker hitting the corner of the wall that was in front.

Zafira slightly raised her head and shifted her pillow further up. His body moved up following the pillow and again lay his head on the soft object. He deliberately positioned his body higher than the husband in order to easily hug his head. Afterwards, hesitatingly, using her right hand, the girl turned the still-slouched Fariz to turn to face him.

Before hugging Fariz, Zafira took a deep breath and threw it slowly to calm her feelings.

"I beg my heart.., Stop making it difficult for me.., For this time only, try to calm down.., Fariz will hear all if you keep speaking out loud. Helpme. This time try to be friends with me..," the girl tried to calm the thump in her heart, wrinkling both eyelids and closing them.

The newlyweds are now facing each other. But Zafira's head was higher above, while the man's head was aligned with the girl's chest.

Zafira is seen straightening and stretching his left hand on the upper side of Fariz's head. Then bend it holding the tip of Fariz's hair. With feelings raging through the heart and mind, and by gathering all the courage, slowly the girl's right hand grabbed Fariz's head and clasped him into the chest. Brushing the black hair slowly, over and over again.

"Deg"

Fariz's heart was pulsating. The man was aghast as he felt his head already inside Zafira's chest. Fariz could not believe that he was currently confined in the white girl's arms. His body became vibrating as if electrified, burning heat. The rhythm of his heart that had been normal was now like a boom of time that a few more seconds soon exploded. The man did not expect that Zafira would hug him into his chest. At first thought, Zafira would hug her body from the side using her hands. But this is precisely Zafira who clutches her head to the chest. The sustenance has never been changed. Tonight he got a big fortune. Even though he could not freely touch her, at least he was very grateful to be able to lay his head in the chest of the wife.

Silent and frozen behind his wife's chest, Fariz gulped down a rough salivary that was hard to swallow, resisting all the turmoil that hit his maleness instinct. But he did not want to break the promise. He will not break the deal he just agreed with his wife. Still lucky, Zafira is still willing to hold it. Not a profit, but very lucky and a moment that will never be forgotten from the memory of the man.

If he wanted to indulge his desire, it felt like he wanted to undo his intention to sleep. He wanted to do more than this. Touching and touching the girl's entire delicate body. Moreover, the fragrance from Zafira's chest was too disturbing his sense of smell. But his sane brain again reminded, that he should not break the promise. He didn't want Zafira to be really angry this time if he broke his promise.

Fariz closed his eyes, taking a long sip of air from the crevices of Zafira's chest. Turns out Zafira hugged this. Thought it.

Some time ago, Fariz had already smelled the fragrance of the fingers, neck, hair of Zafira. And tonight, it's the girl's chest turn to be her wild sense of smell. Justjust wonderful. There is no such wonderful favor of God.

Apparently, it was not only the fingers, hair, neck of Zafira that was scattering fragrance. Even Zafira's covered chest spread a very fragrant aroma, which had become opium to Fariz. It seemed that not a single antidote was able to remove the opium other than Zafira.

Fariz could not bear to keep silent like a lifeless statue. His left hand also moved slightly and then coiled affectionately on Zafira's waist. Although they were in one blanket whose wiggle room was a little narrow, Fariz was still able to move his hands freely under the covers. So that hand was already hugging perfectly on that slender waist.

"Deg"

This time Zafira's heart was beating. As intense as his energy, he closed his eyes trying to calm the gurgle inside his chest.

His voice was made as calm as possible, but his heart was no longer able to do anything but sing dag dig dug signifying that he was not okay.

The warmth flowing in Fariz's body got a touch as gentle as that of Zafira's hand. A sense of comfort and peace also flows in the heart when enjoying the fragrance that burst from behind the Zafira negligence.

The man behind the chest only seemed to nod his head in response to Zafira's words. The nod rubbed against the two objects on Zafira's chest. The girl in white was only able to bite her lips and slightly grimaced feeling a sensation that she had never felt in a lifetime. I don't know what that sensation was, which clearly felt so tugging at his soul. Zafira slightly pulled his chest away from Fariz's head so that the head covered with black and thick hair was not too attached to his thing.

"Dumb thouhh! Why am I hugging him like this? I shouldn't have put his head on my chest. Why am I being so stupid? Where's my smart brain all this time? I'm a graduate of Cum Laude but why is my men's business so stupid! Stupid, stupid," Zafira lamented her own stupidity but it was impossible for her to withdraw, she did not want her attitude to make Fariz feel offended.

"Brush, tick, tick"

The clock has been spinning for ten minutes.

"Have you slept yet?" Zafira was impatient to let go of his embrace immediately.

If their position like this continued, he could make sure his heart would completely fall out of place.

"Hmmm," a sleepy voice rang out from behind Zafira's chest.

"Good sleep" the man's voice came back.

Fariz was already drowsy. The fresh scent of Zafira's chest crack was like a sleeping medicine to him. Makes her feel very sleepy and want to go to sleep immediately. He hoped that when he woke up tomorrow morning, his head was still in his arms.

Zafira felt calmer hearing the words from within his arms. Her voice raspy. That's the sign, Fariz will soon fall asleep.

The girl continued to stroke Fariz's black hair, with the intention of getting the man to fall asleep quickly so that he could immediately take quick steps to escape the atmosphere that had completely rendered him helpless.

A few minutes later, Fariz had fallen asleep behind Zafira's chest. And I don't know when, apparently Zafira had also fallen asleep with a position that had not been changed. Still hugging her husband's head.

The night is getting late. No more voices in that room. There was only the sound of a subtle breath coming out from between the lips of the two newlyweds. No one would have thought, if in just a matter of two days, three days in, the two could already be this close. Sleep in a blanket and embrace each other. Friends who used to be just friends to play, eat and chat, in fact tonight has become a married couple who are ready to wade through the household nipper. Hopefully one day, Zafira can really realize her feelings for her husband and express love to the man who has been waiting for her for decades.

Sometimes making a friendship can make us understand, if something is lived with sincere and sincere, it is not uncommon to grow the seeds of love in the heart without realizing it, as is currently experienced by two lovebirds who are hugging through a quiet night.

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