My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 16 - Forty Minutes.

The first night of the room, not exactly the second night. But in halal ties, this is the first time for Amara. After they finished their stay at the hotel and did not return home, Zia and Kanaya who were so understanding had prepared a room from the beginning for the two of them to spend the night together.

Yes, the gift that Amara received was amazing. Good sister-in-law who is good and also in-laws are equally good, about Mikhail just consider it as his unlucky form because there is no perfect household. Amara still sits sweetly removing her make-up, a little thick for Amara.

"Don't be forced that way, wear cleansing balm, Amara .. here I help."

Attention once, the man had just returned after saying goodbye because Mikhail wanted to talk about something. A little annoying and indeed her brother-in-law was amazingly annoying to Amara.

"Do you understand this?"

Strange, in Amara's eyes this man is getting weird. This kind of thing he understands, but Syakil does not look at all a handsome man who understands the world this way.

"Same sister Zia usually wears this," she said later, Syakil grabbed the cleaner Zia had prepared in her pink pouch. Just wanted to make sure her sister-in-law had no trouble, because Zia understood the difficulty of cleaning such make-up.

"Close his eyes" Shakil said softly, the man began to bring out his pent-up talent.

So gently Syakil rubbed Amara's eyelids slowly, very very painstaking and even Amara was not aware when Syakil pulled her false eyelashes.

"Don't open it before I say open."

Amara only nodded, after hearing Syakil's words it seemed that not only her eyes were closed, but her mouth as well.

Finished with the eyes, Syakil moved to clean the entire face, until it arrived at the lips of his fingers began to rub it many times with the thumb but involved feelings.

"Of course, open your eyes."

Woah, immediately Amara's face felt so relieved. Perhaps if his pores could talk, a million thanks would reach Syakil's ears. Syakil's magic fingers are multitalented like it, even though her husband's fingers do not look at all like women.

"It's pretty, but I want you to do it on our wedding day ... Mama ngeyel."

Praised for the distance that not even a little bit of Amara's chest was stirring as if inter-tribal war, the man had previously only been tasked with cleaning Amara's face, somehow so it turned that close.

If it is praised, how should it be? Say thank you or how, thought Amara confused herself. The woman pretends to busy herself by collecting used cleaning cotton and others, essentially looking for busyness to soak her nervousness.

No Syakil forbidden, nor did Syakil hold. It's just that the man didn't take his eyes off the woman. His slightly exposed clothes on the neck to the chest made Shakil's instincts as an adult man clearly live suddenly.

"Birthmark?"

Amara lowered her head, Syakil's fingers touching something on her chest. She didn't realize that her clothes were a little off what they should be, and she was really embarrassed.

"No, scars."

"Can't it be on that chest, honey?"

Shivering, Amara trembled at the call that again escaped Syakil's lips. He was confused, why this man is so unfortunately, not only from the action but the words showed clearly if Syakil loved him.

"Yes .. said Papa in a childhood accident, I don't remember either."

Syakil was silent for a moment, yet he let go even deliberately holding Amara's body from getting away from her. The woman fell silent, wanting to pull over but Syakil was perfectly entitled to touch her skin.

"U-yeah yeah, I'm gonna take a shower first .. can you?"

Amara was nervous, Syakil's gaze grew longer as if he wanted to eat it round and round.

"Ah? I haven't taken a shower either. said Mikhail, one of the things to do if you're married is to take a bath with your wife."

"But I have a long time, have to shampoo twice because my scalp itches," said Amara hope tonight he can survive, his eyes can not accept the sight of Syakil without clothing.

"The reason is, you're embarrassed right?"

Guessing, Syakil is not that stupid and Amara's body language can be read easily. Yes, his wife was embarrassed and he clearly saw that.

"Bu-not that, Syakil .. but I took a long bath."

"No problem, I also have to shampoo twice, his hair is also a lot. Here, here, and ...." Syakil deliberately hung his sentence, having previously pointed at the head and armpits, the man smiled rancidly and made Amara red-coloured like a boiled crab.

"Ah time want in the spill now, no surprise dong," he continued then steal a kiss on Amara's lips so short.

The Dih? What surprise? Amara even shuddered at the husband's words. Amused, goosebumps and others become one. It's only been how many hours of being a married couple, but Syakil's unexpected attitude started coming out tonight.

"Ck, why daydream. Let's take a shower, we'll catch a cold late at night isn't funny." The man stood up and carried his wife's body without warning, the woman who was still pensive was clearly shocked beyond measure.

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Forty minutes, long enough time they spent cleaning themselves up. Whether it's stretching first or it's shampooing twice, which is clear when coming out of the bathroom Amara's face is pale.

He trembled even as his mouth felt faint from being shocked by what he had seen for forty minutes inside, even though he has tried to look away from the face still the name Bath together will be seen as well.

"Darling, please dry my hair, will you?"

As usual, the man approached without the slightest hint of embarrassment. Oh, my God, they're newlyweds but why are the met and stiff it's just Amara herself. Staring at Syakil who is now standing in front of him with a towel wrapped around his hips makes Amara just out of focus and back to remember something that is hiding behind it.

"Mara, why daydream?"

Increasingly looking like a fool, Amara grabbed the small towel that was in Syakil's hands. The woman swallowed her bitter salivation and then began to rub the thick enough Syakil hair gently.

Actually this position is a little suspicious, Syakil slightly lowered his head in front of him while Amara sat on the edge of the bed, using only the bathrobe that he tied the origin, once the brush could actually be Syakil eating.

"Dear ready?"

"Huh?" Amara ciut when she heard Syakil's question, ready for what, thought the woman.

"My book, it's cold."

Jesus, Amara forgot that Syakil had asked her to prepare a nightgown. Amara thought what he was ready for, he had been that pale since a few tens of minutes ago. Obviously hearing that question he felt as if he had received a threat.

"After a minute, I'll get it."

Syakil pulled the corner of his lips to see how anxious Amara was. Not nothing Amara has gone deathly pale, what if he really hit, thought Syakil.

Though just look, he's lost a lot of blood .. You're great, Juno!! Really proud. Syakil slammed while feeling himself as the perfect man who managed to make his woman bend her knees while not doing anything

Tbc