Pamite
111. Almost

"I beg you not to be angry, Mas" said Dara who suddenly panicked.

Rifki was still staring flatly.

"Mas" called Dara and her eyes began to glaze over.

Tests

Tears that a moment ago piled up in the corner of Dara's net are now dripping.

Rifki smiled knot. "Why cry?" Rifki removes the tears that had wet the cheeks. "So this is what you thought of earlier? Are you afraid to say the same, Mom? You're afraid of being angry, aren't you?" Rifki stroked the cheek of the recently legitimate woman to be his wife.

Dara nodded her head weakly. Honestly, there is a sense of guilt that sneaks in without excuse.

"What's your anger about you, anyway? I am afraid that someone will be told. Whatever it is not like this again do not think for yourself, even though it is only a moment, Mas do not want you to bear everything alone. I suspect you've been thinking about this for a few days, haven't you?"

"I'm afraid I'm disappointed in me."

"Nobody is more important than you. If you're not ready, you don't. One day you will be ready, it's okay Mas will be patient longer. Before this, I was patient too. That hug isn't afraid, is it?"

Dara shakes.

"Yes now we sleep, yes, but his sleep is a hug. Here you fall on Mas' shoulder."

Rifki lay on her side facing Dara, stretching out her right hand to serve as a pillow for her wife. Without hesitation Dara followed the directions of her husband. They lie facing each other. The distance of the face that is so close makes their faces warm up because of the exhaling.

"Where is it comfortable?"

Dara just nodded while smiling.

"Yes already brushed his eyes, earlier he said dizzy his head, I incandescent."

"No need, this is a medicine for me."

Dara grabs Rifki's left hand and puts it on her cheek. He closed his eyes so he could forget his guilt.

I'm sorry, Mas.

Rifki still does not want to be closed, he still enjoys a sweet virgin face without the slightest make up. Shrinking soft cheek smooth, over time the eyes of Rifki suddenly heated up. I don't know why she wanted to cry at that moment. He did not know what he was crying for, Dara's trauma that had not completely disappeared, or he thought about the rights he should have received from today, but whether he would get it.

With Rifki's hand slowly he lifted from his wife's cheek. Remove a drop of tear that suddenly falls. His head was close to Dara's forehead and

Cup

One brief kiss landed on the woman's forehead. Before he followed his wife to the dreamland, not to forget the man covered their bodies with a blanket.

Rifki closed, eyes while hugging the new bolster that got this morning. It didn't take long for Rifki to go after Dara.

Bugh!

Dara heard a bang so loud and so close. His surprise made the woman sit on the bed, looking around, but he did not get anything strange. Everything was neat, like before he fell asleep. No one fell, the woman thought.

"Your sleep is really naughty, anyway, Dek. tau tau waist pain, Mas."

Dara gaped in surprise. "Ngapain, Mom? Why sleep under this spacious bed?"

"Who's sleeping downstairs? You made me sleep downstairs. It's so bad you slept, Mas's time was kicked." Rifki got up and sat on the bed, stroking her waist.

"Kickin' mas? Haha." Instead of apologizing, Dara laughed out loud.

Rifki silently watched Dara who was laughing. No, he was not angry, instead he was enjoying the beauty of the world that he had never seen. This was the first time that Dara laughed in front of him.

"Sorry this is too funny for me, which one hurts?" Dara got up and stared at Rifki while holding back laughter looking at her husband's face that was holding back the upset.

"Nobody's sick, look at you laughs it's medicine to make, Mom."

"Sleep again, yuk! I'm still sleepy."

"A little later at dawn, it is better after prayer to sleep again. Sleep now."

"Yes, he fell asleep hugging." How to clench his mouth after saying that. He regretted why he had to say something that he felt embarrassed about himself.

Rifki chuckled, "Basically, you want to be affectionate."

"It's okay, it's the same husband. If the husband of a new man cannot."

It did not take long for them, now the two faced each other with a body that had been lying under the blanket.

Rifki is a normal man, of course in this situation his desire suddenly arises even if only to want to just kiss. However, he remembered Dara's words that he was not ready. Rifki thinks if he kissed Dara now then another desire will arise. Rifki shook her head slowly. He did not want just because he wanted to vent his desires, the wife became traumatized again. No, no he would not force his will.

"Mas, thank you, yes you want to understand me. I'm really lucky to have you."

"Yes, Mas is also not necessarily yours.we are both lucky because we can unite our love."

Rifki fused her forehead with Dara's forehead. Dara closed her eyes as if she knew what would happen next.Rifki looked closer to Dara's face. Throwing a thought from where, the man felt that his wife gave the green light just for kissing.

Bismillah, hopefully it's okay.

Rifki briefly kissed his wife's lips, as if he asked his wife for permission would it be okay if, he kissed her now? Seeing that woman who was silent made Rifki slightly flower.

The man again launched the action, pushing a little nape Dara so that it was easier to reach for the wife's ranum lips. With just one movement, Dara's lips have been scooped by Rifki. However, suddenly Dara's eyes that had been closed immediately. Rifki was surprised and reflexively removed the lip pagutan that had just been stuck for a second.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were okay with me kissing. Sorry, Mom, yeah." Rifki slightly moved away and took off the hand that was perched at the nape of Dara.

"It's not because of that, Mom. I never kissed, how can I?"

Rifki wanted to laugh, but she could bear it. "That's all? You're not mad, I kiss?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, Deck. Where is the sick kiss? The teacher, yes. Follow it, what it does, follow the movement. Actually, this doesn't need to be taught, anyway. Just follow instinct."

"Can you? Does it mean you ever kissed? Same who? He said not..."

Not wanting the kissing activity to fail because of Dara's nagging, Rifki immediately even petite lips of his wife so as not to talk much.

Dara looked surprised but she did not refuse. He just needs me to relax, his eyes closed and try to balance the movement of the Rifki so smooth and slow.

I don't know how long, their lips are touching each other. However, it seemed that no one wanted to let go of the pawns first. They are equally lulled in such a gentle and soothing touch.

Rifki ventured to change her position to above Dara. There was no rejection from the woman. Of course Rifki was happy, he increasingly brought his tongue into the throne.

Feeling successful in making Dara lulled, Rifki adds to the desire in Dara to peak. His hand slid into his pajamas. Groping the skin that has been covered by a loose shirt.

A soft voice suddenly sounded. Whether Rifki is wrong with it or not, he doesn't care and doesn't want to know, the important thing is that he hears it.

Rifki's hands have reached the fat of Dara's twins. Preparing to grab him and suddenly his phone echoed the dawn prayer, a sign of the entry of the dawn prayer time.

Astaghfirullah, for the first time I regret not turning off the phone.