Marrying Sister-in-law
Open to each other

Degs...

The heart stops beating.

*A..what is he doing? is he gonna ask for his right now?" bathin dara's.

His face paled and he fell silent motionless, his legs heavy, the virgin still peeking at the bathroom door. Dara lost all her courage.

Pras finally glanced towards ya. Seeing the wife was silent and looked down Pras also called him.

"Become here!" are you not tired of standing there." Pras said as he continued to stare at the screen of his phone.

Dara regained her senses from her daydream, slowly she started walking.

Heavy steps towards the bed.

Slowly sit at the bed. Her hands were straining and sweating, and she was really nervous and scared.

"Sleep, it's night. I won't do anything, I won't ask for my rights until you're really ready to be my wife" Pras said.

Dara was surprised and raised her face staring at Pras who was still also busy with his phone.

Pras stared at Dara for a moment and then returned to focus on the screen of his phone.

"Sleep, I promise we'll just sleep tonight. Eliminate all the fear on your face." Pras said again.

Dara became embarrassed, Pras who he thought would ask for his rights as a husband, turned out to be kind-hearted and breastfed. Pras was patient until Dara was sure Pras really sincerely loved him. Have I been judging her wrong all this time? he was a good and understanding husband.

"I'm sorry brother!" finally, Dara admitted her mistake and looked down.

Pras put down his phone and looked at the wife who was looking down, her shaky shoulders showing that the wife was trying to hold Isak in her tears.

"Darling, why are you crying? did I hurt you?" ask Pras again.

Dara shook her head, her crying broke into a heart-wrenching pras, and Pras felt sick watching his wife cry.

Pras pulled the virgin's body and buried her in her chest, channeling warmth and tranquility. Dara did not refuse, she was silent in the warm embrace of her husband who felt very comfortable and soothing. He can't be comfortable with this position.

"I'm sorry brother" he said in his tears.

Pras gently rubbed the tip of his wife's head and kissed her. "There is no need to apologize, I understand your feelings, mas wrong, mas has eliminated your trust, forgive mas" said Pras

Dara was still leaning in the husband's comfortable embrace. Pras again told everything, about the bets that dara heard, and the departure of dara made Pras aware of the love that was present without him knowing, Pras admitted everything honestly.

"So you don't love brother Dinda? bullshit, then how can there be Ega?" said dara upset but precisely according to Pras dara is jealous.

Pras smiled funny. "Dear mom, not brother, not papa. I prefer to be called papa." Pras said with a small laugh.

"Is my wife jealous?" pras asked still with a sweet smile on his lips.

A smile that had long since never appeared on his handsome face. Even Pras laughed, he felt funny when his wife smiled and increasingly hid her face in his chest.

Dara pinched his waist.

"Already, loose. I want to sleep." said Dara getting upset.

"Honey, listen to me, I love Dinda and I love you too, my love with her is different from my love for you. You know you have to desperately hold this feeling, and bury it deep, when you decide to marry dinda. I thought, you never loved me one bit, hate made me give up."

Pras gently rubbed the wife's back. "God is a weasel who turns back the heart of man, I am sure one day you will also love mas, just as I love you."

"Why is my sister so sure?"

Pras again clucked in annoyance, dara still calling him brother.

"There is nothing impossible dear, and mas always pray that the beautiful wife will accept mas with all the advantages and disadvantages mas ." replied Pras steady

"What does it have?" ask dara polo.

"Mas has a very big love for you and the love of mas will never run out, even increasing every day" said Pras.

Blush.Dara's face flushed to hear her husband's words.

"Honey" Pras was soft and clasped his hand.

"please open your heart to you, try to learn to love you again." Pras stared at the virgin with hope and love.

Hearing Pras's words, dara unconsciously nodded. Pras smiled widely.

"Yes!" Pras held his hands high like a child who managed to get his favorite toy.

"Thank you dear. I love you." said Pras

Their eyes looked back at each other, and seeing the great love Pras showed him, slowly he convinced his heart that Pras loved you very much.

Pras is advancing and eroding the distance between them. The focus is on the little lips of the wife who is so seductive. Now that the chewy object was perfectly attached, while Pras Silence, seeing no rejection, Pras returned******nya slowly, this time he kissed the wife with loving feelings. The virgin who never kissed just kept quiet and closed her eyes.

"Sleep, before you can't help yourself, mas" Pras said after releasing their hot kiss.

"Your mother's a pervert."

"I'm not a pervert, I'm a normal man dear, do you think I'm not tormented having to endure this turmoil on my own every night, when there's a beautiful woman beside me and she's kosher for me." Pras replied.

"I'm sorry" said Dara.

"Does that mean you're ready?" tanya Pras teases.

"Mas" shouted dara

Pras laughs.

"It's okay. Tonight I let you go, but I don't promise tomorrow."

Pras walked out of the room, while the virgin he prefers to lay his body that is not sleepy.