My Love is Mentok In You
Chapter 61

"Wake up! I want maghrib." Ayra shook her husband's shoulder slowly.

"Hemmm" Instead of waking up Ar even more tightened his embrace.

"Wake yuk! Let's take a shower first." Bring again.

"A little while!" Bang Ar chimed but refused to open his eyes.

Ayra bit her lower lip as something down there twitched about her thigh.

"The people are tickled."

"Again again?" Pinta bang Ar opened her eyes.

"Let's bang again. That's Mamih knocking on the door, telling us to eat."

"Just a minute, yeah! yep!"

Bang Ar whined, asking to repeat the activity that had made him opium.

"What a long time ago." Ayra Protest.

"Not really a moment!" Ray again.

"Tar again bang. This is maghrib. Mamih pamali. Mening we take a bath of prayer trus congregation." Ayra.

"Yes, but the baths are together!" Petunya again.

"Yuk. But do not be surprised if we just want to enter we have been tempted!" Typhoon Ayra.

Bang Ar who just realized that in the house of the wife there is no bathroom in her room sighed rough. He bent his face and was upset.

"Tomorrow we're moving into Mom's house!" Pinta bang Ar's.

"Why?"

"Let's take a bath."

Ayra laughed at the look on her husband's face. Bang Ar looks so frustrated. The fantasy will be a long first night and shower together, it turns out not in accordance with reality.

"It's up to my brother. Wherever you go I'll come." Typal Ayra made a bang Ar smile and gave a kiss on his wife's face.

In the end, the fun activity can not both refuse. But as per the agreement they actually did it concisely solid and clear. Uh!

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"Have you taken a shower?" Tanya bang Ar who saw his wife enter with long pajamas and hair rolled up a small towel.

"Udah. It's brother's turn!" Tell Ayra to her husband who is still bare-chested and sitting on the bed.

Bang Ar walked over and was about to open the door.

"Bang!"

Bang Ar looked over. "Why?"

"Pake his clothes, there are still many people outside" he said.

"Oh.iya!" Bang Ar walked back and dyed looking for something. "Where is my brother's suitcase?"

"Maybe still be outside. Tar I take it first." Ayra who was already sitting on the bellied makeup table went out of the room.

Bang Ar sat on the bed waiting for his wife to pick up her suitcase.

Ayra came with her husband's suitcase. "Tar I take ya!" Sitting next to her husband, she opened her suitcase and looked for her husband's knee-length t-shirt and pants.

"Now!" Ayra offered the clothes she chose.

"Where's the argument?" Ask.

"Now, you take it!" Ayra thrust her suitcase.

"Why?"

"Fear of my khilaf!" Bang Ar chuckled at his wife's words.

"Papa is also khilaf, it is halal." Timpal bang Ar while wearing his t-shirt.

"Tar brother angelin again."

"Tar take a shower again. It's cold again."

"Remember the angelin again."

"Don't finish dong!"

"The owner, don't stop."

"Ishhh wants to." Ayra hit her husband's shoulder. Both are laughing.

Bang Ar breezed about to open the door knob.

"Bang?!"

Bang Ar turned to him, "What do you want to hear again?" Goda.

"Main. Here's the towel left behind!"

Bang Ar came back to his wife who was giving a towel. "Kirain wants more." Bang Ar brought his face closer to his wife to tease her.

"Isshh is there! Night hunting tar ain't got our maghrib's share." Ayra pushed on her husband's face and made the summation laugh while walking out of the room.

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After the ritual of bathing and praying. Both are enjoying dinner together. Incidentally the family bang Ar and some families from Ayra have gone home, until the remaining aunt and cousin from the big city, bang Agung and wife, also Mamih and Papihnya only.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying their dinner. Until aunt Asmi started her chat.

"Oh yes, son Ardi. We haven't met. Recognize the name of aunty, aunt Asmi her sister Mamih Asti" said he introduced himself.

"And this aunt's son's name is Aysah." Further.

Bang Ar just nodded with a smile.

"Ntar you guys take Aysah for a walk here huh! He's only been here for the first time." His word made Ayra roll her eyes lazily.

His cousin this one, not at all fun to play with. Although their faces have many similarities, their cold and indifferent attitude is inversely proportional to Ayra.

"I'm done." With her flat face Aysah stood up and sauntered away from the dining table.

"Huh! The kid really. Sorry Aysah yes! He's the cake." I felt bad for everything there. Those who already know its nature are no longer strangers.

Bang Ar won't take a headache. He was preparing for his first night with his wife. More precisely the first night for the second night.

After finishing the dinner the newlyweds returned to her room. Ayra, who had just laid herself on her back, overcame her husband again. Both of his hands tightly hugged the body and drowned his face drugged by the wife.

"Isshh brother heavy!" Ayra protests trying to get rid of her husband's body.

Instead of stepping aside, Ar tightened his embrace.

"Let the cake gini for a moment."

"But I'm a big one."

Bang Ar loosened his embrace and dropped himself by his wife's side, propping his head against her maiden. His feet were still on his wife's body. Turn the body facing him. Tuck the boy's hair dangling on his face. Rubbing the smooth cheeks was soft. "You ready?"

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