My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
The Unjust Taste of Time

Guests have filled the seats, the sun can no longer slow down its pace to get to the contest. However, the show has not yet begun. Excel has been restless since then, he began to be unsettled in his sitting. Periodically, he observed the clock coiling quietly on his wrist. Alternately, he swept his gaze on the expanse of guest chairs, stage, and the end of the carpet where the bride certainly appeared.

“Why, anyway ... Cel?” Naja who had calmed down after seeing the results of his examination, sat down while playing his phone. He was overcome from the disappointment that filled his chest. He himself was confused, for a moment he felt his happiness soar, then immediately fell down. Slumped to the bottom of the dark abyss of disappointment.

“It's been a while since why didn't Eric start his show?” Excel still casts his gaze at all corners of this open room. The wind .. the more the evening, the firmer and colder it hits. He was a little worried that he would get cold and sick. Sorry because he did not choose a shirt that covers the shoulders up to his wife's arm. He didn't think the show would back down from his schedule.

“Which after this where are you going?” Naja stopped the movement of his hand that was scrolling through the phone screen. He exhaled, because he felt unusually tired. He just realized it.

“We have to go home, change clothes and come here again, ‘right? If it wasn't for Eric's wedding, I'd only go to one of the sessions,” Excel complained.

“Oh ...,” replied Naja indifferently. Nothing important either. So he rested his feet on the other leg and shook it. No one knows her here but Excel, so she chose to play the phone after she got tired of talking to her husband just now.

“Na ... What if we don't have to go home? We rest in the hotel alone ... too far if we have to go home ‘kan?”

Naja nodded resignedly, “So much .. I don't really mind it.” She just glanced at her husband. Then back to his cell phone.

Excel growls in annoyance, then robs Naja's phone and keeps him out of range. “Can not, if I talk again do not ignore?”

“Hehehe .. sorry, Cel ... I'm really bored, you know.” Initially, Naja was upset that his preoccupation was disturbed, but hearing Excel's speech, he brought up his smile. She rubbed Excel's arm spoiled and spread her head over her husband's upper arm. Trying to muffle and seduce.

Just like Naja, Excel feels the same way. Touching his fingers on Naja's arm, Excel rubbed slowly until a warm feeling arose in his wife's arm.

“Mas ... Mas ...,” call Excel to the man in uniform by the name of WO who manages this event that happens to pass by.

The man looked over and approached Excel. Duck.

“Still a long time yes, the show started?” ask Excel while holding Naja's arm which will keep her body away from her embrace.

“Before a moment, Mr. .. earlier there was a small incident that happened,” he replied with a smile begging for impeachment.

“Oh .. okay. Thank you” concluded Excel, clapping his hand on the man's arm as a sign that he understood and understood. Everyone can plan, sometimes under supportive circumstances. Human, it is natural that it is like this. He again sighed his breath that was so crowded in his chest cavity.

***

Fifteen minutes passed, the sound of the piano clanking sounded melodious. The event guide began to carry out his duties to open and guide the wedding this afternoon. He said an apology that seemed regretful he said. Even with Eric who also said the same thing, he even lowered his body repeatedly.

The combination of acoustic guitar and piano again flowed when Saphira stood at the end of the carpet with a white dress with sparkling stones on the chest. The white dress looked beautiful and fit perfectly into this sad atmosphere of twilight. Walking slowly, Saphira carved a smile. Can’t Help Falling In Love melodious singing Fira steps.

Take my hand ....

Eric extended his hand to greet Fira. Their power could not hold back the happy tears that began to pool.

Take my whole life too ....

The music stopped, the silence was only the sound of the wind that bore witness to the promise of the two people who had long been in love.

But I can’t help .. falling in love with you ....

A standing ovation as the two brides pin each other's rings and make their first kiss.

“Aahh .. so sweet ...,” Naja rubbed her wet cheeks. He was so absorbed by the song and the romance of Fira and Eric.

“I wafer ... uh .. baper,” he continued while throwing his body down in the white chair. He grimaced with the rate of his tears that kept coming out wildly. Naja's lips were bitten, he looked stunned, until he snickered his hands and closed his lips which began to be as touched by the back of his hand.

Hearing that, Excel suddenly mellowed. He knows, their marriage is far from romantic and touching. He only saw the puffy eyes of Naja and the tears of sadness.

“I'm sorry that I haven't been able to make you happy, Na ...” rubbed the back of Naja's other hand, Excel squeezed his wife's hand. A second later, he brought Naja's thin hand to his lips, then rubbed the hand against his cheek. He pleaded with her through the touch of her skin. He swore in his heart, to keep trying to make Naja happy.

Naja brutely rubbing her tears, she developed a smile in between her tears.

“What are you talking about? I didn't mean to make you think that. We're just getting started, Cel .. and I'm happy enough.”

Immediately, Excel kissed Naja's lips which instantly froze instantly. He even pressed the back of Naja's head until he tasted the sweetness of their fusion. Gurgle deeply. No matter how many people whistle, whether for the bride or for them. It deepened, as Naja squeezed the back of her body. Closing their eyes enjoying the twilight and sweetness of their love.

***

The event was over, all the attendees stood to enjoy the dishes in the tents in the hotel courtyard that almost touched the beach.

Excel is now in talks with Eric, letting Naja enjoy his fine dining in comfort. While the other hassles of walking and holding onto her dress, Naja was instead busy researching the one-on-one dishes available.

“It turns out the woman we laugh is even the most comfortable here,” chirps a woman who stares Naja does not like.

“He's the CEO of Trist&Jewells. Who said nyokapku he was married .. don't be surprised if he has his own stylist. Just look at his shirt from Sam&Sam.”

“Gilaaa .. who is, nolak Tristan? What rich husband is she? Yes ... unless her husband her son Dirgantara .. it is natural,” their laughter exploded for a moment before with full awareness, they let out their laughter.

“Gue .. willing even though only a child concubine Aergantara it.”

“Congratulations once again, yes Ric .. I'm sorry.” Finally disconnect Excel. I don't know, he wants to make an unofficial announcement and show that he's Naja's husband.

“Night there will be one more session. We're calling together, our friends. Thanks for the presence yes, Bro ..”

They clashed again before completely letting go of each other.

Excel walked in with great dignity, confirmed the tuxedo collar with dramatic movements, then interrupted among the hordes of girls who were staring at him in amazement. Worship and want it.

Continuing to pass ..I ignored the woman with those widened pupils, she walked towards the tent swaying from the wind.

“Yah .. I dicuekin.”

“Do I wear invisible cloak, so I am invisible in his eyes?”

“Lo belek in her eyes .. allergy if you see lo....”

“Likirik alone lengga let alone seen. Ngarep to gray hair and toothpaste, Sis ..”

“About him nyamperin who?”

Still buzzing questions without stripping his gaze from Excel, they faithfully follow the gestures of Excel. Until when he reached Naja, they separated his lips. Rubbed his eyes, and almost fainted.

“So her husband ...?” looking at each other and looking at each other, they opened their lips and were ready to scream their voices, disappointed but a little incredulous.

“Huuuaaa ..” cry them together while embracing each other.

Excel glanced at the horde that he managed to break his hopes, donating a pile of disillusioned looks before them. Proudly, he grabbed Naja's waist until it docked to his body.

“You ate too much! Isn't it afraid of fat?”

Excel placed his lips on top of Naja's hair which began to stick out wildly soft strands. Dancing with the wind that shook him.

Naja's busy hand held a small plate with a piece of cake that stayed half that separated from each other. It was as if both of her hands piercing the cake were blocking her vision on the arm that was pressing down on her stomach tightly.

Some jokes he observed the hand that slightly made him ticklish before turning his eyes on the face that only his chin was able to reach. Suddenly rustling and limp when the touch of her husband's lips made him blink and warm.

The whispers have since followed Naja. Since they diverted the attention of the guests because of the hot kiss that lasted quite a long time ago. He once again looked at the people who are now doing the same.

“She's getting shameless,” complains Naja in heart. Naja's eyelids blinked, he was looking for a way how to escape the possessive enclosure of Excel which he actually enjoyed if not in public like this.

“Food I swallowed, could-be out all, Cel ... Your hands are very strong pressing me!” yell, but with a whisper.

Excel's eye tail has also been moving wildly observing guests who are troubled by the wind and sand. Loosening his embrace, Excel directed Naja's body at the person who couldn't enjoy the party and the dishes were so tempting it was because it was busy with her flying dress. Also people who are crossing the sand with great difficulty because their heels set.

“It has nothing to do with betting .. ‘kan earlier must have someone who flattered me and paid respect to me. If that, I've seen from the beginning,” kilah Naja lightly. His lips pursed with a seemingly unconcerned head shake made as thick as possible, for Excel to get even more upset ....

He laughed wickedly in his heart. As long as he does not see and hear firsthand that what he is wearing today is a compliment, he considers himself victorious.

Excel is slipping. “Only one did that, I was the winner, how?” Excel expression appeals. His plan must not fail, but he does not want to celebrate victory first.

Returning her gaze, Naja found her husband's eyes confident. After all, here there will be no one who will dare to praise the appearance of others, ‘kan? They are rich people, who want to bow down and flatter others. Moreover, only a Naja who does not wear flashy and expensive jewelry. She wears a simple gold necklace and earrings that she just got forced—buy because of her husband's insistence earlier.

“Spend your meal, and we say goodbye to Eric and Fira,” Excel says softly. He will check his wife thoroughly and he will taste the results of the bet right now. The feeling of thrashing and pounding was not able to last longer.

What a shit that didn't come on time.

Regretting he had known the taste of a woman if he knew he would be more tormented for too long neglected like this.

Excel looked at this plain old wife loading. That chewing motion even ignited the flames within him.

Furious, Excel scooped his lips. He shifted his eyes with a huff. Throwing away such a mischievous thought attached to his brain. In the shadow of Excel, Naja was mocking him triumphantly.

Damn him today.

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