Love For Nabila
New Bride

Some say the time of the newlyweds is the most fun thing in life.

The day when two people love each other, get to know each other to create beautiful moments that will never be forgotten even though the times will change.

But like her it does not apply to Nabila's marriage. Because even though SAH bears the predicate of a wife of a gus and lecturer named Bhintara Nakhla Al Rashid, she still closed her heart and refused to open herself.

During this week their relationship looks mediocre, there is no visible awkwardness from the marriage. Tends to be normal like a newlywed on his or her general.

Nabila runs his party very well as a devoted wife to the husband, preparing all the needs of Bhintara from the smallest to the big thing though. Starting from the man opened his eyes until he closed his back.

Everything is perfect in the eyes, Nabila so deft take care of her husband.

But..who would have thought? Behind the perfection there is a diatribe in her, which is not able to carry out her duties as a wife by giving the first night for the husband.

Nabila is really not ready for it, because he is still hesitant and needs time to convince himself.

“Mas..” call Nabila while removing some clothes and luggage from the suitcase to be arranged to a large cupboard in the corner of the room.

Bhintara turned his head, stopped his focus on Handpon and turned to his wife for a while and looked at his screen again.

“Iya darling.” Bhintara's voice unconsciously.

Bluss…….

Nabila immediately stopped from his activity, widened his eyes briefly but then even more bowed his head in shame when he heard the word friendly.

Honestly, being called as sensual by Bhintara makes the heartbeat of Nabila also crazy. It caused a strange sigh in his body, because for the first time there was a man who called him with words of affection.

“Ap..what the hell is mas? Start her dreadlocks.” answered Nabila shy and nervous, getting busy stirring the suitcase does not want to turn to the source of the voice because it does not want the husband to see a red hue on his cheeks.

“Dek..

“Mas, these clothes I can't put next to your shirt? “

Silence has no validity.

Bhintara was still busy typing a reply on his flat object, so he did not focus too much on Nabila's words and made the wife suddenly feel an unpleasant feeling in her heart.

Nabila nibbled her lower lip inward, then smiled wryly at herself.

Conscious Nabila, aware ! you are just a wife who has not fully surrendered herself. So never position yourself as worthy as a real wife in this marriage. Who are you in Bhintara's life? Only a new person may not necessarily be able to shift the woman in your husband's heart.

Nabila shook his head, after the inner struggle he had just done. Now with a quick movement back put his clothes in the suitcase again.

“ It..anu mas, not so deh. Let my clothes in the suitcase not papa, later not put there ya mas so as not to eat too much temp...”.

Hearing Nabila's words like her still behaving like other people, Bhintara immediately upheld the body.

Put the device HP on the table, then stand from the chair that he has been sitting in.Disregarding some incoming messages that have not been completed he type his balasa.

“Honey, stop. ” Bhintara said gently.

Nabila pegged in place. He heard the Call again, although the reaction was not as great as it was but enough to make the fine hairs on Nabila's body stand up.

Nabila shook her head, removing the strange taste in her body.

“ Mas, it's about to be finished. After that I want to take a shower and immediately find Umi under it is not good if..”.

Nabila movement again stopped. Now there are no more strange murmurs or crazy heartbeats, but now it is all replaced by a great stress on his body when he feels a pair of hands hugging him from behind.

“You till when Deck Nabila will continue to behave awkwardly like this hem? “ Byisik Bhintara softened in Nabila's ear, “ I'm your husband, you know? All mine means yours too, including this room and its contents. Understood ? ” then he rested his chin on Nabila's shoulder, further tightening his wound.

Indeed, Bhintara was eager to answer all the words of the wife immediately, because rarely he listened to the polar woman speak a lot in front of him. But..want how else? some e_mails that enter Hanponya more dominates his mind to immediately reply to these messages.

Until a small phrase that was thrown the wife withdraw all his attention to immediately leave all the incoming chat and switch immediately to Nabila.

Bhintara hates, hates to see his wife always positioning herself like a stranger. Always avoid if he wants to spend time chatting longer, by making the Mother as his reason.

Bhintara was caught off guard, he was determined from now on he would never let his mother sin any longer by always rejecting him.

Enough with just one week of time in Jogja he let Nabila continue to avoid him, because for the next he will never allow or let his wife do it here. In his room.

Yes, now Nabila is indeed in one of the rooms that he used to often pass when running pickets while still a santriwati in this Nurul Qur'an boarding school.

And now, instead he lived with a man who had no thought at all. If the owner of the room is the one who is destined to be her husband in the future.

Really funny, isn't it? who does she love? and who is her husband is who !

"Mmaas.

"Mas I'm short of breath. "the exact body I limp mas. keeps it in the heart.

Not in thought Bhintara even twisted Nabila's body to face him without releasing his hands from his wife's slim waist, making the beautiful woman frown.

"Mas... "

"From now on, I'll call you that. Mind it? "

Okay, a request that sounds more like a statement. Together with deep eyes so that Nabila was made to gasp by her.

For a moment Nabila was stunned by the face of the husband, lost in the eyes of the man and was complacent in enjoying the wonderful work of God from such a close distance.

As if hypnotized, again he could only nod approvingly like a dazed fool.

Wealth, rank and high school seem to shrink with its own because the desire to respect just arise in the heart.

"When... "

Bhintara looked into the wife's two eyes with a look of adoration, grabbing one of Nabila's reddish cheeks with one of her hands.

Getting a touch as soft as that on her cheek made Nabila move her eyes alertly.

" Well, I haven't been in vain...... "

Bhintara shook his head "No ! this time deck Nabila can not avoid anymore"

Then Bhintara's hand crept into his wife's head, preparing to remove her hijab but was held by the owner.

" You haven't loved me yet mas "

"Didn't you see her in my eyes deck? "

Nabila looked down "For now I haven't seen her but. "

A bland laugh slid from Bhintara's lips, in tandem with a small coil. He let go of the hug and then returned to his original seat.

"Sometimes I think, are the eyes of your heart still blind and covered in grief? so the deck of Nabila can't feel the particles of love around you."

Nabila turned to look at her "Is this now a gengan is expressing your feelings to me mas? "

" What about the deck Nabila? "

Nabila looked down in doubt, linking her fingers for a while and then looked up. Staring straight at the man who was currently waiting for his answer with anxious expectation.

"Mas..it...anu.., sometimes a person may misinterpret where love is and where it is ***** "

Bhintara did not answer.

"Sorry before, I don't mean to doubt your feelings. But wasn't it her own brand that said, if there's still another woman's name in your heart and it takes time to replace it with my name? so is it wrong for me to still be hesitant about how my feelings change so quickly? "

Again the man was silent.

Bhintara smiled, she stood up again from her seat. Approaching Nabila and immediately kissing her cheek. "Is this enough to clear your doubts? "

He held next to Nabila's cheek and kissed her again_this time longer than before.

Nabila's body heated up, even more boiling as Bhintara switched to landing a brief kiss on the ripe lips carefully.

Then switch to stick his forehead with the wife's forehead, and bring their breaths together.

The man knew very well, this could have resulted in the woman in front of him now getting away. But stupid with it all, because for now he just wants to do that so that the wife can feel that her heartbeat is churning so fierce if only close to him.

He will not have much material reviews to prove it, because from today he will immediately practice it with action and will no longer be much nonsense.

"Mas Bhintar"

Nabila regressed her face, but was reluctant to let go of her eyes from Bhintara's two eyes with an annoyed look.

"I'm sorry for stealing your first kiss. "

"As promised, I'll never touch my body carelessly before I'm ready and allow it, right? "

Bhintara nodded, then put aside the distance between them.

"Okay, I was wrong and I'm sorry for breaking my own promise, but just so you know I never regretted doing that. Because in this world there is no thief who steals his own property.

The man again held Nabila's face with a faint look, then turned down the nose of the wife's nose "This is mine "and then stopped over Nabila's sexy lips, focusing his gaze there " This is also "the thrill of making Nabila sculpt.

" It's all mine deck. This nose, cheeks, eyes and even lips. Everything has become my Right, counted from one week ago since the word 'I accept' has been thrown out of my mouth. So. the whole body that you have to behavior from good to bad even though it has become my responsibility. "

For the first time Nabila saw a flash of anger mixed with a fake smile emanated in Bhintara's eyes, resulting in Nabila's chest pounding hard for a while.

Nabila was afraid of her not playing, misbehaving and sitting limp on the mattress while looking down helplessly. Can no longer look directly into the eyes of the husband who fibers will anger.

Bhintara chuckled softly, then turned back to face Nabila walking towards the door to get out of the room that felt suffocating. But his steps came to a halt when he reached the doorway.

Without looking back again he said long.

" Marriage is not just about desire and *****, just that if I were to obey my will as a normal man maybe I would force you to give me an inner living at that very moment. Because it's my right as your husband, but.. I respect you. give a lot more time until you're ready, but what? all this time you actually continue to avoid me by making Mother as the reason. Am I a shit you've been avoiding? to the extent that fikaran also come with you to smear, Assume if I only want to hunt ***** only in this marriage." Bhintara's growls are full of emphasis in every word. "I told you we should fight together, but like her here, I'm the only one desperately trying. You're not all that."

Pause for a moment.

" I want you to, I give up. I'm sorry "

Clamps

The sound of the door closing quietly, stopped their conversation that night. By Leaving Nabila who was sitting was disturbed limply while shedding tears of regret.

So.. do not forget like, comen and his vote yes.....

Oh yes, for the next part next want her in Up when? afternoon,bakda magrib? or the middle of the mall usually.

Wait for the answer.