Sharing Love: Wife Ventilation of Your Desire
IPH CHAPTER 2 - It's OK

With hesitation, Aira began to knock on the bedroom of her husband's first wife, Lady Sonya. 

He really has no power to call Sonya just as Ma'am. Feeling inappropriate, feeling far below her husband's first wife. 

Even he wanted to call Ibrahim Tuan, because his tongue felt funny to call Mas. 

Slowly, Aira started knocking on the door. 

Tuk tuk tuk.

There was no telling, making him nervous himself. Even his hands were already soaked with cold sweat. 

“How is it Allah,” muttered Aira timidly. He wanted to go back to his own room but was afraid to meet with Ibrahim. Meanwhile her husband asks her to learn to be a good wife with mistress Sonya. 

Worried, Aira decided to knock on the door again, a little hard. 

Tok to tok. 

Aira did not know, if in there Sonya was laughing at him. Sonya and Ibrahim are connected in a phone call. 

“I can not afford to touch the village girl, change her appearance so that I am a little interested,” Ibrahim said to his first wife. 

Sonya laughed so hard. 

“Enjoy Mas, who knows she is still a virgin.”

“What's the use of a virgin if her body is dirty.”

Sonya's laughter is breaking. 

“Your second wife has arrived, I will open the door.”

“Hem.”

And the call was interrupted. 

Still with lips smiling wide, Sonya opened the door for her honey, Aira.  

The door was open, but Sonya did not give Aira access to enter. He stood on the doorstep with his hands folded in front of his chest. 

“What's up?” sonya asked cynically, complete with a look of dislike. 

Instantly, Aira again lowered her gaze. He did not dare to look at his first wife. 

He was scared and nervous at once. 

“What's up?!” ask Sonya again in a higher voice. 

Seeing Aira who was just silent made him furious. Although he actually knew what purpose Aira came here, but he wanted to humiliate this village girl. 

“Ma-sorry Bu_”

“What?! Bu!” cut Sonya fast, she made a sound with a tone of dislike. 

“Your face alone looks older than mine, how dare she call me mother! Don't know yourself!” 

Aira ducked down even more, she even brimmed her own two cold hands. 

Not wanting to be caught by Pram's grandfather, Sonya immediately pulled Aira into her room. Pulling it strong then pushing the origin. And then take a tissue to clean his hands that feel dirty. 

“I asked once again, what's coming here?” ask Sonya, then throw the origin of the tissue she was wearing on the table. 

“Mas Ibra asked me to come here Mbak_”

“Come! Mbak mbak! Call me Madam, call me that village if in front of your grandfather and parents only.”

“Good Mistress!” aisyah replied obediently and quickly, not wanting to make Sonya even more angry at him. 

“Mas Ibra_”

“Call Ibra as Mr. You are not a real wife yet, remember that!” 

“Good Mistress.” Aira replied again, obediently. I don't think he deserves the status of a wife. Miss Sonya's words felt right in her mind. 

“Mr Ibra asked me to come here, he said you would make me more worthy to touch,” said Aira, he still lowered his head and bit his lower lip strongly. 

When he said those words, there was inexplicably a throbbing pain that he felt he was in. It was as if Aira had just humbled herself before everyone else.

Sonya clucked and Aira could hear her clearly. 

“Is your body dirty? If clean does not need to come here, just tell your husband if your body is clean,” Sonya replied, with a chuckle. The insulting laughter he gave. 

Almost her tears fell if she did not rush to close her eyes. 

Yes, my body is dirty, I haven't cleaned my body since the wedding, even I still wear a wedding dress. Inner Aira, cheering herself on. Makes all this more sense. 

Not an insult to her. 

Satisfied with insulting Aira, Sonya then asked her honey to take a bath in her bathroom. Using a fragrance that her husband liked. 

Inevitably, she must indeed make Aira worthy of her husband's touch. Sonya, don't want to buy time keeping Aira in this house. 

He wanted to know that even Aira could not have a child like her. And for that, Ibrahim had to touch it. 

“Use this outfit,” said Sonya, throwing a lingerie in bed. 

Lingerie is a deep black color that will look contrasting in the white of Aira. 

“I-that's what Madam?” ask Aira confused. His eyes were not clothes, though he did not know his name. 

Very thin fabric, even ********** was so small and only triangular in shape. 

No, I don't want to curse that. Inner Aira, he even slightly shook his head. 

“Wear, it's lingerie her name. On the first night every woman wears that shirt. You know what's the point? To arouse your husband's passion.” Sonya's reply, fierce. He chose to sit on the side of the bed and folded his hands in front of his chest. 

The lingerie is hers lingerie that she has not had time to wear, because it is small. His body was taller and fuller than Aira's. 

“But Madam, sa-I never wear such a shirt.”

“Away!” sonya complains, puffed up. The laziest he heard complaints let alone stories from this village girl. 

“Quick wear! Don't make me angry. Put it on and go back to your room!” tell Sonya who raised her voice again. 

Aira, don't have the courage to argue. Although his heart felt tight, he still tried to calm himself. 

Justifying the words of Lady Sonya, that this dress must indeed be worn, to arouse her husband's passion. 

There were tears falling as he wore the shirt, the clothes he looked so despicable. 

Using her robe, Aira returned to her own room. The room where Ibrahim is currently. 

Knock and enter when you get permission. 

He stood before Abraham, who was sitting on the side of the bed. 

Ibrahim, looked back and assessed Aira's appearance. 

Long and straight hair, typical country girl hair. His skin looked pure white, but all of his body was nothing on the sides. Making Ibrahim up to the head bobble. Confused how he could touch Aira, because until now he was not tasteful. 

“Open your cape.” Ibrahim's Word.

Making Aira clench her hands tightly. He doesn't want to be treated like this. 

“Open!”

“Okay Sir,” replied Aira timidly, her eyes already look glazed. 

Slowly, Aira opened the robe and revealed all her body which was only wrapped in transparent clothes. 

And after that, Ibrahim pulled him strong to lie on the bed. 

That night, so the darkest first night for Aira. Her own husband, treated her so harshly. As if she was not a precious wife.

Even Ibrahim did not care as he cried feeling such a deep pain in the core of his body.  

Satisfied with spilling all desires, Ibrahim just left. Leaving Aira whose body had been torn apart. 

Tears flowed in the corner of Aira's eyes, but she immediately wiped them away. 

Then curl up and pull the blanket.

“It's okay Aira, he's your husband, he deserves your body. It's okay Aira, it's okay.”

Its alright.

Its alright.

Aira continued to mutter, bracing herself that everything was fine.  

Its alright.