Let Me Fall in Love
131. The New Life

Staring from the side at the beautiful girl whose hair was tied in a ponytail and was eating voraciously and with interest. Occasionally his hands stretched out to play a haircut dangling on the neck of the girl who was just a matter of hours rose to the status of his wife. Akbar felt like a lucky man to get the daughter of Ibu Sekar who is the last stock. Ludicrous flashback when knowing the figure of a Junior High child who is familiarly called Ami. Narcissistic and funny and good at pondering anyone. The definition of a soul mate is a divine mystery.

"Sister, don't squirm. I eat to be groggy. Could be his spoon coming with ketelen." Ami closed Akbar's gaze by placing a palm next to his left ear. Many types of food are presented at a minimalist dining table in the bridal room. But got a look of adoration in such a close distance, making Ami unsettled and misbehaved.

Akbar chuckles. Grabbing Ami's hand that covered her face, then biting her with anxiety. "You're doing the trick. So I want to open the gift."

"Aren't all the gifts brought home with Mom?" Ami reminded the story that Akbar said earlier.

"There's a special gift. Isya will open up." Sahut Akbar with a relaxed playing fingers left hand Ami.

"Is this where it is?" Ami circulates the surrounding gaze that is affordable to the eye.

"There was. I'll show you later. Now continue to eat until full, baby." Akbar picked up a green grape. He sat down beside Ami, accompanying the others to eat.

Magrib and Isya prayers are performed with congregation. Then connected with performing circumcision prayer two rakaat. The newlyweds don't go out of the room anymore. All the curtains are closed. Food and fruit stocks will not be lacking. I will not be bored in my room. Because all facilities are available with decorations to support romance.

"Darling, this is what I mean. If it is Sunday we can release the kangen freely. With all the events that we've been through the last weeks, I'm getting crazy missing you." Akbar stroked Ami's white shoulder which he held in a sideways position on his lap. Although not wearing lingerie, a long nightgown above the knee with a ribbon knot tied on both shoulders, able to trigger the work of testosterone hormones that have the effect of passion peaking into the crown.

"I also experienced heartache and longing at one time. And it was really torturous. Why is it that when we first meet again in Germany, I want to be hugged l? Cause miss you so like a crazy." Ami lay her head on Akbar's chest wearing a slimfit white T-shirt. It printed clearly the chest of the field that it could now touch without fear. His shame had reduced after starting from this afternoon Akbar gave touches to his body.

No more words. Change the interaction of two interlocked lips. Describe the heart that is opening a missed piggy bank that is full and crowded. Akbar guides the way of lip games so that the sensation pleases both sides. Without removing the linkage of two locked lips, he held the bidadari moved the place to the contest.

"Sir, he said he would open a special gift first. I'm talking about what it is." With the breath still regulated, with the heart rhythm beating faster, Ami tried to buy time. He could read what would happen next. He is grown up to understand that. Even when changing into sleepwear in the bathroom, Ami recalled the lessons from Tasya at that time. I have to be ready if my husband wants it tonight.

"That special gift is you, baby. I can't hold it anymore. I want to open now. You are all mine. I'm all yours." Akbar began to fondle Ami's neck by holding it over him. Lips busy sweeping. Hands went to work opening the knot of the rope of his wife's nightgown.

"Ugh..... Hmph....." Moaning and moaning escaped from Ami's lips without being prevented as the softness of Akbar's moist and wet lips continued to sweep up and down.

The new short clockwork moves towards the number eight. It could be said it was still afternoon. Skin to skin in the white dress contest must be paused because of the expression of pain of the bride. Tight breathing, sweaty circles falling on his forehead and temples, signifying pain is not a trick.

"Cutie, you're getting prettier and sexier. Only I can see this. You're mine, baby." Whisper Akbar with a raucous voice. He wanted to make Ami more relaxed before continuing his adventure.

Ami nodded weakly with both hands still clutching Akbar's plain shoulder. "Slow down, brother. I'm yours."

"Relax, baby. The pain was only for a moment. I love you." In every effort to open the narrow path, Akbar continued to whisper praises in Ami's right ear grimacing while biting his lips. His hands were tucked behind the wife's head and his lips began to clench again. In the end, the narrow path was able to be pierced with the sensation of overwhelming taste.

 Akbar managed to resist various attacks of temptation during his life. In the era of free and open association, it is easy if he wants to have fun with any woman. Handsome, steady and powerful, he has. But grateful still have faith that can hold him from the act of mischief. Now he is proud, giving his virginity to a halal lover.

Ami from the beginning has sincerely given himself completely to the man of his first love who is now a mate. Pain indeed. The moment of honor he has been protecting so far by hanging out in a good environment, successfully penetrated by a blunt weapon that spills millions of live bullets that will compete to meet the egg to be fertilized. Expect to form a zygote that will bear the fruit of quality love.

A soft caress of Akbar's hand in his hair, gradually relieve the pain and pain that Ami felt at the core of his body. The affectionate caress gradually closed her eyes until she was lulled in peace in the priest's embrace of her life.

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After lunch, Akbar said he would bring Ami to move to Jakarta tomorrow. On Friday, we are going on our honeymoon to Switzerland. Given the second week of August, Ami will start ospek as a new student in the medical faculty of the University of Indonesia.

"Mother, Papa, Teh Gina, can you take me to Jakarta?" Ami looked at his family one by one.

"of course. We'll all take the drop." Sahut Ibu Sekar's.

"Yes, Mi. I'm going to Germany on Thursday. Later Ami same Mas Akbar had to repeat the holiday to Germany yes. Yesterday was a sad holiday." Gina giggled at Ami who was insinuated then glanced at Akbar with a face blushed in shame.

Akbar carries out Magrib and Isya to the mosque with Mr. Bagja. Tonight he helped Ami pack items to be brought to Jakarta. Of course while interspersed with fumbling and creeping.

"My boy should be brought in, huh, brother? This is a very historical. Because I'm beating you Panda. Look at you every day. Hihahi. Be that I get this gift. I hug every night. So bobo's friend." Ami hugged her favorite panda doll.

Akbar unravels Ami's embrace of the panda doll. Switch it that pulled Ami's body so that it was immersed in his embrace. "May bring the doll. But the place is not in our bed. There's a living panda that Cutie has to hug in exchange."

Ami looked up at Akbar's stern jawline, who had just cut his hair shorter this morning at Barbershop in the Lake area. Rubbing a thin sideburn that adds macho appearance of her husband. He kissed his cheeks and then broke away by jumping into bed. Hiding under a blanket while giggling.

"Darling, dare to tease ya. Look, tonight can't get away." Akbar pulled the blanket down to the floor. He then pounced and tickled Ami's waist to laugh.

The laughter did not last long. The atmosphere turned silent changing the roar of breath that hunted each other. The third night passed with a friendly spice to the peak of nirvana. This is the first night in Ami's room with two people combining love, bathing in sweat.

***

The atmosphere was full of happiness in the upper room, in contrast to in the lower room. Exactly in the room of Mother Sekar. Syahdu, sad, and blue. This is what a mother of 4 children is feeling. His chest felt tight because it held sobs after packing clothes to be taken tomorrow to Jakarta.

"Mom, if you want to cry. Spill now until relieved. Don't cry in front of Ami. Later Ami becomes heavy separation with Mother." Pak Bagja grabbed the head of Ibu Sekar who was sitting on the edge of the bed while looking down with his eyes closed. Clutching it into the chest and giving a gentle swab.

The loving sweet treatment finally made Sekar's defense break down. She drowned her face in her husband's chest. Crying terggugu. There is no denying there is sad who sighed because it will release the youngest child so quickly. It is not a blessing or not giving blessing. Because he knew this would happen. His youngest son gets a soul mate faster than his other brothers. It's just her instincts as a woman, tears are a weapon to relieve the heart of accepting the destiny of her children. Prayers that will be a link accompany children wherever they are

Such is the circumcision of life. Someone came and went. There is also separation. Children who are cared for from the womb, grow and mature, will eventually undergo their respective roles in this mortal world. Far from physical family. But the inner bond remains near unobstructed distance.

...T A M A T'S...

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This shortcoming novel is over. Sorry if I cannot satisfy all readers. God willing, I will fulfill the request of Bestie all who want to be extra part. Slow update though.

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Next....I'll announce the giveaway winner. There are 6 chosen people who will be able to hug Panda in their respective homes. Who is it? jreng jreng.