Regrets of Husband and In-Law
Chapters. 21

Arsila stared at Arfa's face, who would soon be officially her husband. His gaze did not blink as if he was reluctant to blink his eyes for even a second.

Arfa who is stared at only throws a charming smile adds to the good looks of an Arfa.

Both are dressed in a cute dress, one like a princess and their king, accompanied by their three handsome children.

"Mas, Ar," Sari called the two of them looking back. "Sir has come?" Said Sari who was nodding her head.

Sari flanked Arsila's hand and led her to the living room which was transformed into a place where their kabul ijab process took place.

"Well, is the bride beautiful?" Arfa's mother praised him with a smile.

"According to Arfa Ma'am's promise, that Arfa will bring mother's dream daughter-in-law."

"Thank you, son, I'm happy with all this especially your three children love Arsila so much." His mother Arfa hugged Arfa so tightly.

"Son Arfa is ready?" Ask pengghulu.

"Already sir," he answered steadily.

"duh. I can't wait to get a jeep jeep." One of Arfa's relatives teased Arsila to shame.

"Whisper Lo." Arfa throws a tissue in front of him.

"Pak penghulu let me who will marry them," pinta pak Warno.

"Please sir," pak Penghulu moved his position and Pak Warno sat in front of Arfa.

Arfa's heart skipped a beat there was a sense of nervousness and groggy when shaking hands with Mr. Warno. This is the second time marriage should be normal.

"Son Arfa is ready," he asked, to Arfa's surprise when her name was mentioned.

"I-yes sir." Nervously.

"Rilex bro." His best friend patted his shoulder.

"I marry you to my daughter Arsila Darwanti with a dowry of a set of jewels paid in cash." Said the father with this vibrating voice that the first time the father married me when the first marriage the father represented to the pak penghulu, there was a sense of haru did not feel my tears seeping rushing to get out.

"I accept Arsila Darwanti's marriage with the dowry paid in cash."

One breath Arfa said out loud, clearly visible aura of his happy face.

Arsila was overwhelmed by everything.

"Yes, God, I am now officially the wife of an Arfa man whose love I refused five years ago. Fa, Fa. It turns out my soul mate is you." Chuckling with a smile.

"Kiss, kiss," cried our conscious friend who was nosy who else if not Bram.

The fat man ate, but it was then, Now the handsome one who saw must have fallen in love with him.

"Kiss dong Arfa."

"Si Arfa Cement."

"Don't know the Arfa so mushy, the guts stick like an apem cake." The trio kancil. His nosy best friend Sari surpasses Bram.

Me and Arfa just smiled clumsyly obviously they asked strangely if in a private place I must have sosor first without having Arfa do it.

"Papa, kiss her Mama? If you don't want us to kiss Mama," said Riko.

The invited guests chuckled at Riko's chatter including me and Arfa. This one child can indeed melt the tense atmosphere for me.

"Come Pa," Rio pulled Arfa's arm.

"Fa, if you don't want to, you can be represented by me" Bram replied by raising his eyebrows.

"Nake it." Sewot Arfa.

Cup

Arfa kissed my forehead for so long that the invited guests were giggling at the behavior of Arfa my husband because I was embarrassed I pushed his body to move away, instead of moving away Arfa actually tightened his embrace with the position of kissing the forehead.

"Fa, shame on the crowd." My whisper.

Arfa who heard my words dyed and smiled clumsyly.

"Sorry."

"Huh...."

Bram and the troupe trio were heartbroken at the apology from Arfa.

"Mas Arfa, wanting more than a kiss is okay, but ntar in the room." Ledek Sari with a smile.

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"Fa," I said confusedly, I swear to Alek that my heart was covered when Arfa hugged me from behind in a towel wrapped around her waist.

Glug

Throat feels dry when he sees the athletic body of his torn bread teases Arsila's faith.

"You want to say, near me Fa, I-I haven't had a bath."

"Don't take a shower or take a bath later." He said by twisting his flirtatious eyes.

Arfa hugged and rested her head on the shoulder the scent of her shampoo pierced my sense of smell,

I also dissolved in the arms of the widower who troubled the heart of Arsila the widow of flowers. Both of my eyes were closed enjoying the masculine scent of Arfa.

I don't know who started first, now we're in the bridal bed with roses. His body was already on top of my body his touch made me blush, a moment later my body stiffened, this is what is usually done by a couple of brides?

"Why tense?" Asked with a mischievous smile his hands guerrilla to explore the two twin hills.

I didn't answer Arfa's question and Arfa stopped the game.

"Are you not ready?"

"Would you like it now?" Arsila asked back.

"Kok, instead asked, he answered clearly want dong dear, my sword was long not sharpened. It's our bridal night, isn't it? Don't miss the redundancy." Arfa smiled and framing my face made me even more surprised.

'Anjir the Arfa was very stupefied, where I was not ready to be afraid, he said the first night was sick. But my curiosity is getting higher.

If nolak ntar he sulks again.' his grunts in the heart.

"We begin" said Arfa, hugging me again.

"A-me-" had not yet answered her, and Arfa's lips had already shut my mouth, her tongue breaking in and playing around my mouth.

Arfa let go of her lip link for a while to give Arsila room to breathe for a while.

Arsila hit his chest because he was running out of oxygen.

"I can't breath knowing, naf* su terribly."

Arfa only chuckles at the babbling of his wife.

Arsila stiffened even more as Arfa swiped his weapon against his already perfectly tensed sensitive area.

His sword is ready to enter the nest.

Srekks.

Arfa tore Arsila's clothes with a face that was difficult to understand, the hunting breath hit Arsila's face.

A couple of newlyweds are blending joyful love, to the point of forgetting the conscious kids who bang on their bedroom door.

"Father!" Shouted them by banging on the door.

Arfa who is ready in the position of breaking the goal must be pending first because there is a small disturbance.

"Fa, the child," said Arsila with a breath of breath he pushed Arfa's body away and picked up his clothes that were lying on the floor.

"Dear responsibility, what is the fate of my samurai sword?" asked Arfa with breath holding his hasr*tnya.

"Papa." Shouts getting louder want Arfa to open the door.

With misuh Arfa opened the door with a sour face.

When the door of the room opened, the three little boys looked in annoyance at him.

"Mama" they shouted, breaking into the room when they saw Arsila coming out of the bathroom.

"What do you want in papa's room?" ask Arfa.

"You need to be stuck here with you" he said in unison.

"WHAT!" Arfa screeched loudly making her three children stare in wonder.

"Why why?" innocently.

Arfa only scratched his nape that did not itch.

"It's okay, hehehe. Fake address."