
After the show was finished, they all rested at home Mr. Dhe'nya Larasati although not part of the bed and had to sleep on the floor using a carpet and mattress floor. They have to accept it because it's just the one in the house of Mr. Dhe'nya Larasati. Most of the men slept in the nearby mushola.
Oma and Wulan sleep one room in Dimas' room for a while, while tomorrow they must immediately return to Jakarta with Dimas who must continue his studies. While Raka will return to Jakarta with Larasati next week, her parents ask them to stay at least one week in the village.
The first night Larasati felt awkward even though she was in her own room, because there is a man who is currently her husband in the same room with her. What's more, he does not know well what Raka's true nature is like, he only knows his cold and cepals-ceplos if talking to his interlocutor. Sometimes it hurts her because her words are too straightforward. But when Larasati looked at him again, indeed Raka looked handsome, stout-bodied.
"Is there only one bed?" Raka's speech made Larasati insinuated.
"Why isn't there a couch in your room?" His ideal again sneered at Larasati.
"This room is too small, even smaller than the bathroom in my house." Its effects.
Larasati who is currently cleaning her makeup in front of the glass table in her room is upset with Raka's words, as if insulting and demeaning. "You don't want to sleep in a mattress, please sleep on the floor? Later let Laras ready his carpet." turned his body to look at Raka who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"This woman, how dare you tell me to sleep on the floor." His inner.
"You mean what told me to sleep on the floor!!" Raka looked back at Larasati with a cold look.
"Well, if you don't want to sleep in a bed, there's no other room here either." Batin Laracati's.
Larasati turned back to face the mirror and continued to clean all the makeup files that were still attached to her face."It's nothing." Briefly talk.
After finishing Larasati sitting on the bed speechless looking at Raka, she felt very awkward. After that he turned his gaze and laid his body beside Raka behind her. Raka also put his phone on the bedside table and turned off the lamp room Larasati. "Mas Raka" he said.
"What?" Flat talk.
"I can't sleep if the lights are turned off!!" Mumbled.
"I can't sleep if the lights are on!" Raka.
"But I'm scared!! I'm from a small bed when the lights are always on." Reveal it.
"You should get used to it from now on." Raka still did not want to turn the lights back on.
"And I told you I can't sleep with the lights off." His gerutu opened his lips.
"Can't you not be so spoiled like this!" Obviously Raka.
"Mas." Whimper memelas.
"What else...." Raka looks upset.
"Live the lights!" Larasati.
"No, what are you afraid of?? There is me here." Ask Raka.
"I'm afraid of ghosts... In this village, there are often sightings of it. And it's real! I don't know if ghosts really exist." Reveal it.
"Like a child, I'm still afraid of such things!" His eyes smiled thinly.
"God." Larasati.
"Once you go, you sleep now."
"Mas Raka."
"What else....... Oh, my God."
"But mas promise ya if out the lights turn out, if not wake up only Laras." he asked.
"Yes. Now I sleep next to you." Raka.
"How will you turn into a ghost?" Baras likes to think strangely.
"You want to sleep with a ghost?" Ask Raka
"No." Her chirps.
"That's really bad to be a person, if I suddenly ngigo how??? I like hugging loosely." Batin Laracati's.
Eventually the first night Larasati and Raka are spent sleeping together hugging each other without them noticing, but nothing happens as Oma Astuti hopes. Though Oma Astuti wants to immediately pet the great-grandson of Larasati and Raka. While Larasati's parents did not force her daughter to quickly have grandchildren because they knew that Larasati needed a process of wearing and approaching with Raka. They still needed a lot of time, so the Larasati family did not force them to be too hasty like the Astuti oma.
The sound of the dawn adhan in the mosque near the house Larasati woke up with a position hugging Raka, while the position of his lips was below Raka's head. Precisely under Raka's neck, while Raka's lips stuck to her forehead making it cold hot. Larasati barely dared to move her body as her hand touched the body of Raka who was not wearing her clothes. Just contact Larasati revealed her blanket slowly. "Alhamdulillah." He said in his heart when he saw his clothes were still complete and also Raka was still wearing pants while stroking his chest.
"Luckily, Raka is still sleeping, try to wake up I must be really embarrassed. Where in his chest there is my saliva again, ihhhh can be serious if Raka mas wake up." His inner.
Larasati went to the bathroom, she took a bath and after morning prayers. After completing one of the Larasati wake Raka to worship morning prayers.
"Wake up."
"Mas Raka woke up, pray first dawn."
"Wake up!!!!" He cried because the king was difficult to wake up, maybe because it was too tired lately a lot of work that had to be in vain to finish before he married Larasati.
"Hem. You're so fussy about being a girl, can't be anything more subtle." Looking at Larasati who was standing beside the bed.
"From that time it was Laras Awakeningin, very difficult. Who told you not to get up." His grunt.
"He who sleeps like a kebo, can not be built even turn on people." His mind opened his lips.
"So that's how you talk to your own husband." Raka's words upset Larasati.
"Mas not praying dawn."
"Yes this." Said Raka, as Raka held onto her chest there was a wet mark like water.
"Ih.uh. What is this smell. Hem, you little weeder." His speech insinuated Larasati.
"Ih.., maybe it's even iler mas itself even wrong people." Larasati tried to reverse the facts.
"I may be a reverberant like you, obviously this is far from my mouth." His speech.
"Who knows if he's taking a walk." Larasati.
"Ileran!" His quirk smiled a grin at Larasati.
"Who told me to sleep in the bed." Prattling
Raka immediately headed for the bathroom, bad luck. While Larasati headed to the kitchen to prepare everyone's breakfast. Larasati assisted by mother, Miss Lek and her Dhe'bu cook, the other article is still in deep sleep. Larasati did not want to disturb Oma and Wulan to sleep so she did not wake him.
While early in the morning the group of Susan and Dewi had left for Jakarta first. They deliberately chose a dawn trip when the sun had not yet risen, because if the afternoon in the area of Larasati the sun will feel very hot. Before they left, they had already said goodbye to Larasati and her family. Even though they haven't had breakfast. Arman is still hopeful but there may be no hope left, and he knows it.
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