Not the Perfect Wife
159. S2 - Confused about what
The reception took place very lively. Five thousand invited guests seemed to meet the venue of the event. A pair of newlyweds, standing cheering guests in line.
Seen Nayla was very tired, Aydin who knew the wife was very tired and asked her to return to the room. However, it was rejected by the woman.
“Nay, you go back to the room, let me greet the guests myself,” said Aydin who did not want his wife exhausted.
“It's okay, Mas. I'm still strong, anyway where there is a groom alone greeting guests. There will be a woman who occupies a place beside you again,” Nayla said in a joking tone.
“You could have, I will never let any woman occupy the place you already occupy. You can hold my word.”
Nayla smiled she was very happy to hear Aydin's words. Which wife would be unhappy to hear such soothing words. Whether it was a quarrel or not for sure he was very happy to be standing here, with the man who had filled his heart.
“Luckily papa did not invite all his relations, if invited all can die standing us,” muttered Aydin by taking a deep breath.
“So much not all, Mas?” nayla asked with her husband.
“Not yet, this is nothing much, many are not invited.”
Nayla massaged her forehead which suddenly felt dizzy. He didn't know what to say, but fortunately the in-laws were very kind to him and didn't invite all his relations. This alone made him exhausted.
The woman still accompanied the husband, but at this time his position while sitting, it was with Aydin's coercion of course.
Happy words flow from every lip of the one who comes. Many prayers are also reserved for the bride and groom. Until it did not feel almost midnight and one by one guests began to leave the building.
The reception is over. The couple went to a hotel owned by Emran near the building. Aydin took his wife to a room intended for them. A private room that is usually used by Emran family during his stay there.
Nayla looked at the astonishment of the hotel room. He did not expect to see this luxurious hotel room, more precisely like a house because it uses one floor. There are a few bedrooms there too.
“Why even stand there? Come, log in!” bring Aydin who is possessed by Nayla.
“Why aren't we in the usual room? It's too big" asked Nayla with a look around her.
“Nothing, this is indeed a room for the family when there is a party around here.”
“Then, why now everyone is not staying here?”
“They won't want to. Fear bothers us.”
“But I feel bad, this big room is just the two of us. Here also many rooms.”
Aydin did not care about his wife's grunts. He clasped Nayla's palm and led her into a room. The woman only complies when the husband pulls her hand.
The woman widened her eyes looking at the scene in the room. All complete with decorations like a newlywed. Nayla never expected this way, but being treated like this also made her happy as well as embarrassed.
"You take a shower first, the clothes are in the closet that is there," Aydin pointed at a cupboard in the corner of the room.
"When did you buy that shirt? How do you know my body size? You, right, never asked me?" nayla asked in a row by looking at Aydin.
"Mother bought it. I don't really understand a woman's clothes either."
"All right, I'll take a shower first."
Nayla took the clothes in the closet seen from the fabric alone, Nayla knew if the clothes must be very expensive. But he did not want to protest. Let them do what they like right now. The woman went to the bathroom and cleaned her body.
When he finished, Nayla came out, but she did not find Aydin there. The woman decided to go out. Nayla wanted to find something to eat, her stomach was already very hungry. When I was busy in the kitchen. Aydin came and surprised him.
"What are you looking for, Nay?" ask Aydin.
"No need, there will be a waiter who will drive here. There's nothing here either."
"Yes, Mas. I was trying to find something, but there was nothing in the fridge. Just a drink with fruit."
Not long after the bell rang. Nayla immediately came out to open the door and it was a waiter who was delivering food for them.
"Please enjoy, Mr. Madam. Excuse me first" said the waiter before leaving the room.
"Yes, thank you" said Nayla.
"Mas, the food is here. Come, eat!" Nayla called Aydin who was in the room.
"Yes." Yeah."
They ate very well, because they were very hungry. After eating, Nayla takes care of the dishes. Aydin went to his room.
Finished with her work, Nayla was about to go to the room, but she suddenly thought, what will Aydin do later? The woman was pacing back and forth at the door, not knowing how she had entered.
Aydin who was waiting in the room was surprised because Nayla had not come in. He should have finished his work. The woman only cleaned two dishes so, there was no need to take a long time.
The man decided to see his wife. When he opened the door Aydin was surprised to see Nayla pacing in front of the door. The woman was surprised to see the door open.
"Why are you pacing there, Nay?" aydin asked with a frown.
"Nothing, just ... just .. it's, just ...." Nayla did not continue her words. He was confused as to what to say.
Aydin stared at Nayla intensely and finally understood, without having to explain. The man smiled while looking at his wife.
"Yes, come on, come on! It's night, we better get some sleep."
Nayla entered the room. He doesn't know what to do now. The woman was just according to whatever her husband said.
"Come, here sleep," Aydin ordered by patting the bed next to him."
Nayla is like a buffalo that shakes his nose, just obey without asking much. Not a single word came out of his lips.
"Don't be afraid, I won't do it tonight. I know you're very tired so we'd better get some sleep" Aydin said. "May I sleep with my arms around you?" tanya Aydin who is only possessed by Nayla.
Aydin hugged his wife tightly. He was very happy, eventually everything went according to his wishes. Nayla hugged her husband. This is the first time they sleep with the opposite sex.
Their status has changed. Their priorities also change, but neither Aydin nor Nayla will ever forget the people they care about.
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