My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 85. Tension

WARNING 21++ (IMPLICIT)

The sound of waves pounding grabbing something on the beach could be heard from the silent room without a sound, when two lovers were solemnly performing prayer isya meramaah. Both said hello. Zaara grabbed her husband's hand and kissed the back of his hand. Arsene rubbed the girl's head and kissed her hair. Both of them raised their hands to the sky to honor the Divine.

Arsene brought him a bowl of fruit salad which he took from the kitchen table after finishing with the obligatory worship at night. Ajeng had prepared the simple dish for his family's dinner. Arsene handed the salad bowl to his wife who had changed into a graceful salmon-colored nightgown. Beautiful wave accents that adorn the arms and skirts increasingly make it look cute and beautiful. The girl pinched her long hair up to the top of her head. His face looked increasingly bright and radiant, leaving the man who had just entered his room stunned.

“Very beautiful!” praise Arsene to see the appearance of his wife that night, let alone the fragrance of perfume out gently from the girl's body makes a sense of longing and desire pent up all this time crawling up. It was just that he had to be patient for a while to finish their dinner dishes first.

The flat television set in the room lit up featuring nightly entertainment shows. The two sat on a long chair while enjoying a fruit salad in one bowl. Laughter broke out as the two watched a show from a South Korean private television station titled ‘I Can See Your Voice’, when hearing the discordant voice of one of the participants who is considered a winner and has a good voice by the guests of the event. The guess of the guests who are celebrities seems to be a big one, so they have to sing along with the owner of the discordant voice.

Arsene could not stop his laughter when he heard a discordant voice from the participants of the event that did not fit in a harmonious tone.

“Funny bad!” she laughed while clapping her hands.

Zaara just shook her head at her husband's behavior. The humor is really cool.

“Habisin first!” zaara said she was feeding her husband a piece of fresh fruit wrapped in mayonnaise that left some more fruit.

“Be careful of sprains, his laugh is postponed first!” said again.

Sure enough not for long, Arsene coughed as he choked on an apple for not swallowing properly. Zaara immediately poured him a glass of drinking water.

“Tuh said what!”

“Hihi sorry, can't stand laughing!” arsene answered after gulping water from her glass of leather.

The fruit salad is over, as well as the entertainment event. Arsene returned the bowl to the kitchen he washed directly. The dining room and lounge were already quiet. He returned to his room, as it seemed that his family had all rested. Zaara is seen tidying up the mattress, then climbing up and leaning his body on the mattress bed that has been laced with a soft pillow. Arsene joined next to him after the television had been turned off.

“You're tired, Honey?” asked Arsene, who was leaning next to his wife. His face looked radiant with anxious expectation.

“Lumayan!” Zaara answered him briefly, for some reason his heart was now pounding violently, just as it was the first time they slept together.

“Tuk?” ask Arsene again.

“Mmh... a-little!” said slowly. Her cheeks were hot, let alone looking at her husband's fresh handsome face.

Zaara bowed while playing her skirt, looking groggy. Arsene who realized that, of course, became anxious to tease him. The man wearing his white t-shirt got up and sat down next to his wife. Deliberately attach his arm to Zaara's arm, so that their skin touches each other. The intense shaking of the body jolts the heart pushing the heat so that it feels all over the body. Arsene plays a finger over his thigh. This time the clumsiness greeted him as well.

"I'm gonna ask you, can I?" arsene asked while scratching his finger at his temple.

Zaara turned towards him, "wondering what?"

Arsene's heart was racing fast again.

“Have you read about husband and wife relationship?” asked Arsene hesitatingly.

Zaara rolled her eyeballs up, then to the right.

“Mmh...already but little!” he said very slowly.

Arsene became more nervous, this time he played his legs to shake on the bed. The atmosphere of silence made the two young people even more awkward. There was only the sound of singing waves that were earthy with the night wind accompanying the hot night.

Zaara tightened her grip on the fabric of her skirt. His head lowered and then nodded.

However, Arsene did not pay attention to the gestures of the answer from his wife. He was still waiting for his answer, his feet and hands were shaken with anxiety.

"So how?" ask again.

"L-yes, I'm ready!" zaara replied, braving herself.

A great vibe greeted the two. Arsene clasped his wife's left hand and led her to sit on her thighs, a position that always made her complacent when looking at her beautiful face.

For the time being, the slender woman's limbs trembled violently, her breathing adjusting her fast-paced heart rhythm. Zaara downed the salivary stuck in the esophagus. While Arsene looked at him softly and shady, though equally nervous.

“Say that you are not comfortable, promise?!” arsene cupped his wife's cheeks with both palms while continuing to stare at the girl in front of him. Zaara nodded slowly while closing her eyes. Arsene recited the sacred prayer he had memorized months ago in his heart as their eyebrows clashed with each other.

Arsene clenched Zaara's forehead and gently dipped the nose buds, turning to her two round cheeks. Zaara was only closed to the rhythm of the heartbeat that she was unable to control, while feeling the soft touches on her face. A small kiss landed on his lips several times which made him unable to retract his two lips, so that the man in front of him could more freely move actively starting his first game tonight.

Arsene really treated his wife gently and unhurriedly, although from her breath it sounded like the roar of an airplane engine that had just flown into the sky.

Arsene pulled the smooth nape of his wife's neck, he began to be lulled with the atmosphere. The vibe of romance runs soft in her body language. Zaara's body was filled with her body. His hands began to move actively along the precious items of his girl's body. His lips went down to taste the other part, making a sign of love that the girl could no longer bear to hear from a strong sigh. The young man was growing wild despite still trying to master his common sense and not being driven by his already ingrained lust.

The center of his body had asked for his right, only he had to be more patient. His first game was not easy, especially he had to make his girl can relax with various kinds of love touches that he gave. There was no longer any barrier between the two of them.

“Say if it hurts?” arsene said softly with roaring breath and sweat that had been sweating. Zaara nodded, her body too tense and stiff even though she enjoyed the gentle touch of her husband.

The man started trying. It's just not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Moreover, the lower body of his wife was shaking violently, making him unable to access the treasure door. He had tried to make his wife calm and relaxed, but still could not. The young man began to get frustrated. Moreover, fatigue had worn it out. That position was too difficult for him to determine the right location. His head felt heavy and hot as if it was about to explode. He tried to hold back his anger, worried that his wife was frightened. He didn't want to tarnish this night into a bad memory. A few minutes passed, he kept trying and still had trouble. Arsene pulled her front hair rough while holding her breath, riled up.

Finally, the man gave up because he was tired. His body was too tired and could not continue the game, even though his head was tired because his desire was not fulfilled. Arsene dropped his body next to his wife who was looking at him in astonishment. His breath gasped with his chest rising and falling.

Zaara bit her lower lip, worried. She felt guilty, though she still did not know what had happened, why her husband had collapsed next to her. There was not a single word spoken by the man who closed his eyes.

“Abang..., why?” ask Zaara confused. She pulled out a blanket to cover her body and her husband's body.

Arsene's eyes opened, staring at him softly and weakly. Arsene shook his head, then closed again.

Zaara stroked her husband's cheek, which looked pale from exhaustion, and fell asleep next to him because his body was too tired.

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