SUPERBIA
Cockroaches

Despite being married, why did Nafla feel awkward when Az booked a hotel room for them. Repeat, only one room.

Apparently not only was Nafla because Az was similarly awkward. Time and again the young man seemed to rub his own nape and occasionally circulate a glance. Wish there was no one he knew, wkwkwk.

"Sir Azar sure we want to stay here?" Nafla shifted her body, approaching Az who was standing before the receptionist. Then, continuing in a whisper, "It's still noon, you know."

Hearing Nafla's words, Az once again circulated his gaze. The gurgling is exactly the one who is committing a great sin and is afraid of being raided by time. Then, he shifted his body and whispered in Nafla's ear. "So you want to be in the car?"

Where's akhlaknya?

***

Successfully booking a hotel room, Az chose to directly sit his body on the edge of the bed. Nafla prefers to stand. The atmosphere is really awkward.

Luckily Nafla's phone rang, making the woman move to find her phone in the bag. Then, eject.

"Papa," tell Nafla with adorable round eyes. At least, that's what Az felt. He was very anxious every time he saw Nafla make his eyes like that, until a smile unconsciously rose on his lips. Then, gently draw Nafla's hand to sit nearby.

"Come, answered!" said Az slowly.

Nafla nodded her head, then her fingers moved to shift the green icon. Then, stick the flat object to his ear.

"Assalamualaikum, Pa."

I don't know what the father and son were talking about because Az no longer focused his attention on the conversation. He fell asleep every time he saw Nafla develop a smile with enthusiasm.

Slowly Az shifted his body closer and closer to Nafla. Then, hug him from behind. Once again he smiled as it seemed that Nafla was not yet used to his touch.

Nafla turned her head back for a moment, looked at the Husband, then refocused on the chat on the cell phone. Meanwhile, Az began to lean his chin towards Nafla's shoulder and tighten his embrace. In fact, the longer his hands and lips were more insolent exploring, to the point of making Nafla strangle in shock.

"Why Naf?" there was a faint voice Papa asked from behind the phone. Perhaps, he was worried hearing his daughter suddenly scream.

Nafla did not immediately answer the question papa because he chose to turn his head towards Az, then glared annoyed. He did not know if his upset expression actually made Az impatient to swallow it.

"It's okay, Pa. There was a cockroach just now" replied Nafla.

"Call Az! Tell him to throw away the cockroaches," Papa replied.

Nafla was almost giggling, while Az chose to release the hug from Nafla's body with a pouting face.

"This boy is naughty, Pa," Nafla said, holding back laughter.

It seems that this time Papa was quite familiar with the sign language. Although not visible, but Nafla knew that Papa was smiling when he said, "Now Papa is more sure to leave you to the right person."

"Now turn off the phone and quickly feed the cockroaches."

Papa's words made Nafla laugh. "Okay, Pa. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Connection interrupted. Nafla stared at her phone screen for a moment still with a comfortable smile perched on her lips. Then, put his phone on the nightstand. Meanwhile, Az is still at home installing a flat look.

"Papa and Bia are fine" told Nafla.

Az nodded, though he still looked cold.

"Tomorrow Bia can only meet with an expert doctor who will handle the disease."

Once again Az nodded at the information from his wife. Meanwhile, Nafla who had just realized something, immediately raised next to her eyebrows.

"You sulking?"

Az snorting. His facial expression was still flat. "Despite caring about cockroaches?"

It made Nafla giggle. It seems, it has gone too far.

"Sorry, yes, dear." Nafla leaned towards Az, then hugged her husband tightly. Then, raised his head, until the distance of their faces was so close.

"Still angry?"

Az was silent, until Nafla hesitantly kissed her lips quickly. "Still angry?"

Az was still silent and Nafla started to feel worried. He intends to keep his body away from Az in order to apologize properly, but with deft Az actually held his waist.

"That's it?" asked Az with a flat intonation and the next second the man with the sharp nose had mastered the situation by mel*mat lips Nafla.

Just a moment because now Az released his pagutan and looked at Nafla's reddened face tightly. Their eyes clashed at close range, making the hearts of the two beat uncharacteristically.

"Nafla," call Az softly. Az's hands began to move through Nafla's eyes, nose, and lips very gently.

The movement of the hand, the gaze of the eyes, until the breath of an Azariel Firdaus really managed to make Nafla cooped up in her charm.

"I love you, even before I understand the meaning of love. Thank you for coming to my life, Nafla Afanin Tirta. "