Not Dream Heaven
Surprise on the first night

The night is getting late, but the two brides are still cool with their respective guests. Until after a while, the friends of Arsy resigned and that time Arsy just entered his room. Only Arsy enters the room, while Mike, the man, is still hanging out with his best friends beside the pool. Whether what is discussed, Arsy does not want to be too restrictive or ask a lot of questions, considering they have just officially become a married couple a few hours ago.

Arsy chooses to shower and change his clothes, while waiting for Mike to catch up with him to the room. Not wanting to linger long, Arsy has now completed his bathing ritual, he has prepared with clothes prepared by the mother Michele or who he now calls with the name of sister Michele.

“Astagfirullah, this is mama kidding what? Why do you love Chila dress rich gini?” his murmur while swallowing saliva while looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

“I feel like a cheap woman if I wear this shirt, yes Allah should I wear it?” muttered Chila again seemed hesitant, her hands were trying to cover the part of her body that was too visible to stand out because she was not allowed to wear the interior.

That was the message that Michele's mother had said before she entered the room. Mama Michele told him to wear clothes from her that were none other than a lingerie that turned out to be very thin to make Arsy's body almost look all over him.

His long hair he pointed forward in order to cover part of his chest although not completely, but he tried not to look so open.

Embarrassed, he wanted to undo the intention and change his usual nightgown, but he recalled Michele's message. That it is one way of pleasing the husband, and is it not pleasing that the husband can get the reward? Such was the incitement from Michele's mother that made Arsy more dilemma.

Until suddenly he heard the sound of the room door being opened, making his heart beat more erratic. Not yet what, now his body feels so hot with his hands that slightly vibrate to hold the nervousness.

“Didn't you force me?” mike asked suddenly making Arsy's hand that was about to open the bathroom door wide stopped.

“Returned I say, I'm ready to wait for you! But what's your answer huh?” mike's voice began to rise like holding back emotions, until it arrived ...

“Stop your crying it's Els. Since the beginning you forced me, and now you—arrrkkhhhh!” peeking Mike quite loudly vent his emotions.

The deg!

‘Astagfirullah,’ Arsy immediately shut his mouth with his hands, his heart increasingly pounding so fast.

One name called by her husband on the bridal night, was able to tear down the power that Arsy had built since. I don't know what Mike meant, but Arsy can catch that this marriage is just a compulsion? Didn't we? Inner Arsy who had involuntarily shed tears.

Arsy immediately dropped his body to the floor with a hand that gripped his chest, it turned out to feel so tight and sick. Just one week ago Mike managed to convince her to behave that as if the man was really willing to accept her and make her one. But what is this? On her wedding night, the wedding night, it was precisely the tears that Arsy had.

‘Yes Allah, what should I do?’ muttered Arsy held back his sobs.

...~To be continue ~...