MELODY OF LOVE: Arrived Marriage
What's This Taste?
Melody opened her eyes slowly, a little heavy and her head was very dizzy. Like a rock hit his head. Even when he got up from his sleep, the pain felt like a twitch to make him massage his head.
After feeling better, he looked around. The room is still tidy, there are no clothes or trash scattered here and there. Not as before, after marrying Yudha; she became very diligent. Understandably, her husband was a maniac of neatness and cleanliness.
He did not feel well with Yudha, though Yudha did not demand that he tidy the room either.
Doesn't matter if he's more diligent?
That's ok! But look at him now! Does everything look as neat as the room?
Not really, what is not neat right now is just himself. Meanin? Yes, her body, her physical state!
Melody turned back on her head. Trying to remember something that just happened. This is not a dream in the morning. In fact, he was well aware of what had happened to him.
To add to his confidence, he then took off his blanket a little, peeking at his beautiful, threadless body. Right, guys? I thought, that was real. Real happened.
Yudha touched!
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Melody rolled her gaze beside her bed, nothing. Yudha is not! Somehow the annoyance started flooding his head.
At a time like this, Yudha disappeared? Really, right now he wants to scream. But unfortunately, his voice was hoarse because of the game that. err.. it. ano. know itself, it feels Melody is reluctant to say it.
Let his room and his body bear witness when he made love to Yudha.
The insolent!
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Melody picked up her pyjamas towel beside her. Wear it with a huff. Then he got out of his bed. Just setting one footstep, the pain spread throughout his body. He grimaced feeling the incredible pain. He was sure, the way this time around was very strange.
Damnit damnit! He cursed in his heart when he remembered how Yudha had done it. So passionate.
This is so outrageous!
In fact, he had forgotten the pain of slipping earlier. Healed maybe? No, it's impossible! It's just, there's another pain that's much more painful.
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Melody limped towards her dresser. There is a large mirror. He then looked at himself who was in the reflection of the big mirror.
One precise word to represent his conclusion, brag! Very messy!
Her hair like a lion rarely rebonded. Never mind rebonding, combing it may never be.
Melody understood very well, she just took a bath, shower shampooing, not yet sidelined, then without her guessing, she would end up dry with Yudha.
He has to straighten his hair!
Melody looked over at her dresser. Looking for her favorite pink plastic comb. As she searched for her favorite comb, she saw a piece of paper on her dresser.
That piece of paper was overlaid with a pen. He took that piece of paper. Apparently there's writing. There's a black ink message on top of that white sheet.
Melody read it in her heart.
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“I to office, no meeting.” – Yudha
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Wreeggg.
“What the fuck is that boy, huh? After doing that to me then just disappearing?” Melody's upset.
“I'm in the office, there's a meeting.” Melody imitates Yudha's style of speech with a pretentious baritone-style tone of Yudha.“YUDHA FUCK! Oh my God, I've never felt this bad in my life. Yudha Bangkek! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Shit!”
He wanted to hit Yudha. Hit him into space. He wanted to throw Yudha to the bottom of the ocean. He wants to blow Yudha up to EXO planet. He wants to kick Yudha into the goal Chelsea Fc. He wanted, he wanted to step on the handsome face of Yudha.
Yet..
But his heart wanted him to believe it was impossible.
No human power can do that.
Melody ruffled her hair, she turned to her big mirror. It's all been happening. It's absolute, indisputable. He took a long breath. Much longer than usual. Hoping if his sense of shame evaporates as his breath comes out.
There, inside the mirror was him. Kazehaya Melody. 21.6 years old. Marrying. Well-favoured. Good. No virgins. Forget the last description. It was just an expression of basic honesty Melody heartedly. Yeah, that's true. Not narcissistic, though.
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Melody brushed her hair slowly. Pretty gembule. Damnit damnit! Do not get because his hair is difficult to comb, he flipped and hit the makeup mirror.
Melody looked at her who was inside the mirror reflection. Is it true that she is beautiful? When compared to Yura, it was obvious that she was losing. Lose even.
That yura has a face of ayu.
Loh, do not know why, if he makes a long assessment of beauty, then what comes out of his brain is the figure of the famous model Amamiya Yura.
This has nothing to do with Yudha, right? He was eager to make it happen, but actually, he knew Yura too because of Yudha. Complicated too if explained.
Melody touched her cheek, ahh, suddenly she remembered how Yudha's hand caressed her cheek. Waving his hair, he touched his lips, where Yudha landed countless kisses.
How many times has he clung to Yudha?
Heat.
😖
Melody's cheeks flushed. Embarrassed. He was very upset. His heart was even back beating very fast.
In the mirror, Melody saw many reddened marks on her white neck. The adventure of Yudha. Uuuh, he wanted to hide himself anywhere to cover up how embarrassed he was right now.
God, what is this feeling?
Gently moving, Melody flicked her pyjamas towel off her shoulder. Showing half her beautiful chest and shoulders.
Traces of Yudha's adventures are also painted there. Abstract painting without a clear shape but if long stare will look beautiful. A combination of red, pink, deep red, bluish, jetty colors also exist.
He touched one of the traces of Yudha's adventures.
“Aw, peri.” Sick and sore. That's the taste. “Yudha terrible.”.
Melody vividly remembers how Yudha painted the traces of her adventures. He remembers how he screamed, whimpered, complained, asked to be released, and laughed as he let out a sigh full of pleasure.
Again, his cheeks are getting hot.
😖
He held his chest. He's got. Yudha has feelings for Yura, Yudha is involved in the scandal of the affair with Yura, she feels pain because of it. His chest was even so painful because of it.
But this time his chest was also a pain, a pain not a pain more precisely. How could? Pain is synonymous with hurt and pain, right? Yeah, that's right. But the pain Melody was currently feeling was a beautiful pain.
What a beautiful pain?
Loh how does that have any meaning?
Hm, like being attacked by millions of butterflies under the beautiful spring Melody flower.
“What is this? What is this taste? Nah! Maybe I'm the one who didn't exactly interpret it." Melody wants to shake it off.
"Yudha after all this happened, what should I do?”