Paper Plane
Stringing stories

Tonight is the first night for Daisha and Rendi who have officially assumed a new status as a husband and wife. However, Daisha did not know what to do. His mind branched erratically. His heart suddenly hesitated, a flash of the past increasingly disturbed his calmness.

He took a deep breath, then he exhaled back slowly. Over and over again he did it to organize his heart and mind. He must immediately make peace with the past. That now, it's different. Randy is her husband. And Rendi deserves her life.

Finally, Daisha walked in small steps towards her husband's whereabouts and she ventured to hug Rendi from behind. Just contact it, Rendi who got the treatment was also very jolted. Already stifled, because of embarrassment and nervous Daisha increasingly tighten his embrace on Rendi's burly body. For a moment they were silent, comfortable.

''Don't be like this, don't provoke me. I know you're not ready. I understand that said Rendi calmly. He doesn't want to be selfish about this.

''Help, I sir.'' Daisha replied still hugging Rendi tightly.

''But I don't want to force you. And I will not demand you to do that now, replied Rendi.

''I'm ready, sir. I'm ready!'' said Daisha steadily.

Rendi turned her body and looked at her bowed face with a red face. He also lifted the face of his wife who had bowed carefully.

''Really?''

Daisha just nodded in response. He is unable to speak. His tongue was suddenly twisted, his heart was beating faster.

''Alright, then we go inside.'' replied Rendi bringing Daisha into their hotel room.

''Sit here.'' said Rendi patted next to the mattress she was sitting on.

Daisha moved obediently and sat on the bed.

''Come, get closer.'' said Rendi.

Again Daisha obeyed and increasingly close her seat with Rendi.

''Daisha, I have something to tell you.''

''Emm, what sir?'' daisha asked still with her head down.

''Daisha, look at me.''

''Thanks you. Thank you for being my wife and mother to Arka, said Rendi, raising Daisha's chin to dare to look at her.

''Yes, sir. I am also happy to be a part of my family, said Daisha with a charming smile.

''Just that?'' asked Rendi with a frown.

''Emm, I am happy to be the wife of the father.'' replied Daisha timidly.

''The evidence?'' rendi Goda.

''Yes the proof I want to marry the father.'' replied Daisha blushing.

''From now on do not call me father continue dong, I am your father. Not funny not if when we want to do that later but you call me with the father.'' protested Rendi.

''Ih, Mr. Rendi is perverted.'' Daisha pinched and tickled her husband's sixpack.

''Ahaha. Forgive me.'' Please Rendi feel amused.

''Brothers!'' pissed Daisha.

''So I call him how dong sir? Brother, brother, om?''

''Indeed, I am a meatball seller's brother, just carelessly!'' rendi protest did not accept.

''Keep what dong?'' daisha asked with a hard thought.

''Anything other than what you mentioned earlier!''

''How about Mas or darling?'' daisha said shyly.

''Also could. Try calling me with what you just mentioned.'' said Rendi teasing Daisha.

''Ah, sir, I am ashamed!''

''I said change your call!'' pissed Rendi.

''Uh, sorry sir. It's a habit, though. Er, errat mas. This mouth still likes flakes sometimes. Kan is not used to it.' said Daisha chuckling.

''Starting from now must be familiarized.''

''Ready, boss!''

''Daisha my wife.'' said Rendi seriously.

''Yes, mas.''

''I love you, not just because of who you are. But also because of what I became when I was with you, my wife." said Rendi sincerely.

Warm, suddenly his heart rippled warmly. Like thousands of butterflies dancing in their stomachs. He was also up. For a moment the world stopped rotating on its axis.

You came into my life and made my world like a bloom to live in. You make me feel so special about the things you do and everything you say. I love you so much too.

They also smile knots between the gray blemish of the night lamp. Throw laughter and jokes at each other to break up nervousness. With a chant of prayer and caution Rendi began to kiss Daisha's forehead, warm and clingy. Slowly, the kisses turned and traced to every inch of Daisha's entire face.

''Mas.'' said Daisha stopped Rendi's actions.

''Yes, baby.''

''I love you too.'' Daisha said with teary eyes.

Rendi smiled. His heart was blissful. Truly, the gift of the Almighty.

''Can?'' asked Rendi who had been suffused with the fog of passion.

Daisha nodded in reverence.

''Swallow, I'm afraid.'' said Daisha biting her lower lip.

''According to the noble request.'' said Rendi teasingly Daisha.

They also began to chat, telling stories through the pulse without words. Their breath began to hunt and roar. They continued to settle and explore each ramu, chasing the moon at the end of the lake to the forest border. Towards light. Their breaths were getting louder. A million delusions like delusions that continue to roar. As if not tired of climbing the taste between the rustling of mosquito nets and the breath that is increasingly hunting.

''Mas!'' the shriek was so loud it sounded.

''Ohhh.. Daisha!''

''Thank you, dear.'' said Rendi with a soft kiss on Daisha's forehead.

''I love you so much.'' he added.

''I love you so much, too, mas.''

Then their eyes clashed again, staring at each other steadily. Throwing each other smiles with a rumbling breath. Cuddle each other's bodies into the clutches. They also returned to complaining. Stringing the temples of pleasure that is so shady. Retracing the beauty that is increasingly rumbling. Pinning each street without saturation. They loudly returned to moaning. Fierce, as if never tired of pedaling. Fondling through the roaring strains of verse mixed with sweat.

A couple who have just combined love. Return their bodies to the bed after repeatedly sowing the seeds. The always persistent scream. Tired, does not make the inner self. Does not make the lack of love, does not make the wound becomes sore. Warm and delicious that becomes a billih. Long nights that bear witness to the journey of love. A sign of a story. Restless eraser in step. The taste is getting worse. A long walk wrapped in worship. Truly, never to be forgotten, those dazzling moments. There is no tara in the world.

I always want to hold your body strong. You smell good perfume. At every time facing.