
Pras slowly moved his face, his virgin reflexes closing his eyes.
"I love you" whispered Pras
After that he rose to leave the virgin who was still lying on the bed.
Dara opened her eyes slowly, as she did not feel anything sticking to her cheeks or lips.
There was no one when he opened his eyes,
where did mas Pras go?
I thought he wanted to....
akh ..why do I think he would kiss me? and stupidly me, why did I close my eyes.
I wish he kissed me! no, stupid..
Dara felt her heart beating faster, a feeling of disappointment present as Pras left her. Returning the conversation and the closeness of Maya with Pras imagined, his heart felt pinched and sick.
Dara got up and stepped out of the room, for some reason she wanted to know where her husband was now.
Dara walks into Ega's room, could be her husband there with Maya.
Maya is sound asleep, and Ega is also seen soundly in her crib. Closing the door of the room with heart. A calm feeling enveloped her heart, her husband was not there. But where is he?
Dara stepped into the kitchen and took some drinking water, then went back to the room, to her surprise she found Pras already asleep on the bed.
Dara approached and looked at her husband's handsome face, "I'm sorry, I still doubt your sincerity, I'm not sure if you really love me, I'm just afraid of being disappointed a second time. I'm afraid mad, I'm afraid. "
without feeling the tears flowing down, though,
Pras who had not slept fully heard the virgin's words, suddenly he opened his eyes. Netra they met, the virgin was shocked and turned her face away. But it was too late that Pras had seen it and heard everything.
Pras pulled the waist of the virgin until their bodies were perfectly attached, with the swift two turned his body and pierced his wife's body.
"A. what. ehmph.." unfinished from speaking Pras had already put their lips together. Pras kisses dara gently and lovingly. Dara fell silent, her body stiffened again like she was electrocuted, but she was not in a fight.
Seeing the wife resigned, Pras further deepened his kiss, Pras released his kiss and took a breath, but had not had time to talk Pras again unite their lips, his hands did not stay still, too, slowly but surely Pras' hand went into the virgin pajamas.
Pras let go of his kisses, his eyes misty, filled with burning desire, "I'm sorry," he said lowered his head still with a dull breath. Pras tried his hardest to suppress his passion which almost drove him crazy.
Dara is not a stupid woman, she knows what her husband wants, as a wife she is also obliged to serve her husband. Lest her husband seek pleasure with another woman, Maya's shadow suddenly appears. Dara could not imagine her husband with another woman, especially if it was virtual. Dara is at war with her body.
Looking at the silent virgin, Pras took a deep breath, disappointed it was what he felt, His desire should he be dimmed, before he acted far away.
"Sorry" Pras said in a hoarse voice.
After speaking Pras wants to rise and leave his wife, even though his desire has been in ubun ubun, Pras does not want to force his wife, he wants the virgin to surrender himself sincerely not because of force.
Dara regained consciousness from her daydream, her hands reflexively hugging her husband's back, Pras was surprised to see the wife's attitude.
A big smile adorned his handsome face,
"Are you aware of what you're doing? I won't think twice anymore, and I won't back down." Pras said with a sweet smile.
Dara looked at Netra Pras, the next second she looked down, I don't know what she felt now. Seeing the virgin lowered her head, Pras again felt disappointed.
"Have it, I won't force you. Now go to sleep." he said softly.
Maybe it's not time yet, I don't want him to be forced.
Pras raised his hand, trying to let go of the virgin hand that was still holding her.
Dara realized and again attacked by panic, he looked up to look at Pras' face, out of nowhere the power of the virgin kissed Pras' lips, of course Pras was surprised but also happy.
Slowly Pras again landed a warm and deep kiss, from the lips to the face, cheeks, and neck to make a sigh.
Pras began to do his duty, having previously read prayers.
Gently and lovingly, Pras began to touch the wife's body. Pras' touch made the virgin float, this was the first for her. Pras treated her so gently. Until the unification of the two, even though the virgin had cried, but Pras patiently made her calm and comfortable, so that she also enjoyed the beauty of the paradise of the world. Pras kissed the virgin's forehead and said thank you at the end of their union.
Dara cried in her husband's arms. Pras was of course confused and with a heavy heart he asked.
"Are you sorry?" he said slowly with a hoarse voice.
It felt his tongue was muddy and his lips were reluctant to talk but the fact of seeing the wife crying made Pras think negatively.
Dara shook her head weakly, making Pras feel so relieved. He thought the wench was sorry after what they did. Pras is very happy.
"I'm sorry, all this time I wasn't my good wife....Hiks..hiks..."
"Shuuuu! don't weep. I love you sincerely for what you are, because I am sure one heart later you will also love me." Pras said
He hugged and buried his chest. Makes the woman feel calm and comfortable.
"I'm sorry mas" said Dara slowly.
"Try again, did I not hear wrong you call me what?"
Of course Dara refused to answer, her red cheeks held in shame. Pras chuckled, Dara was annoyed and pinched Pras' waist. "Auw.sick baby." he said with a laugh.
"I love you," Pras kissed the top of his virgin head and tightened his arms. Spreading his love so deeply to the woman he has always loved.
Tonight he and Dara are united, Dara is already his real wife. Love is able to remove the hatred and turn it into love
Pras was still sitting on his bedside, after his heated struggle with the virgin. Pras still did not expect, if Dara finally can accept it and become his full wife.
Pras smiled again remembering the beautiful moment earlier.
He saw a peaceful face and fell asleep, "i love you." he whispered.