Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 178

Biya sat restlessly behind a red mosquito net on her bridal bed. He clucked in annoyance, repeatedly staring at the door hoping the man would show up to him.

"Ck. Where, anyway, Mas Yusuf? How, not a nongol?" He murmured anxiously. All the attributes of the bride had been released, changing into a slightly thin evening gown.

"Talking like this? Is it okay for him to sleep outside, huh?" He again muttered, anxious himself with his thoughts.

Biya got up, wearing a veil and blazer to cover the thin cloth that wrapped her body. He close the blazer when he wants to go down the stairs while flailing here and there.

Want to call, but afraid to wake up all residents of the house who are asleep because of fatigue after partying for a full day.

"Where, yes, Joseph? These lights are dead." Biya walked slowly almost without a sound. Continue down the stairs on the first floor.

In the living room the children of Alfin fell asleep. There was no way her husband would go there. Biya tried to search the living room where the lights were still on. He hid behind the wall, peering fearfully at Joseph not being alone.

"What is Joseph? Why is he sleeping on the couch, anyway? It's so jolly, huh." Biya clenched both hands, stepped then approached the sofa where Joseph was lying down while holding his chest.

Biya was leaving her waist while shaking her head. Waiting in the room, apparently the one waiting was asleep on the sofa. He sat on Joseph's head, carefully raising the man's head.

He moaned as he turned around, then grimaced to feel something else unlike a sofa. Joseph opened his eyes, frowning at the sight of a thin cloth before his eyes.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim!" He got up and stood up alert.

"Why, anyway, Mas? How, like, did you see that demon?" Biya frowned, staring sadly at her husband who turned pale.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim! The deck? Is this really Adek?" joseph asked to make sure.

Biya nodded her head, still with her lips raised. Joseph rubbed his face, saying Istighfar repeatedly to calm his heart.

"Kok, Adek is here? Not sleeping?" joseph asked suddenly nervous.

"Nungguin Mas, but not come. Yes, I have been looking for it. No sleeping here. Why don't you go to the room, Mom?" cecar Biya investigated her husband.

Joseph misbehaved, rubbing his nape also scratched his head.

Biya got up from the sofa, approaching towards him. Undeterred to wiggle on the man's arm while seducing him.

"Come, Mas. We sleep in the room, not here. When I had a husband, I slept alone. Not funny!" whining with spoiled.

Oh, see! The fucking disease is coming back. Sweat began to appear and drip slowly, but surely.

"Yes, Deck."

Astaghfirullah al - 'adhiim. God, I have to be able to fight this strange disease. Poor my wife, O God. Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, I sure can. O Allah, help the servant.

Yusuf suppressed the excessive nervousness so as not to constantly bother him. He followed Biya's hand, towards her room. Slowly turning that grip into a link. Biya met, especially when Joseph's hands were coiled around his waist.

"Mas, really deg-degan? Don't kayak this afternoon, I'm afraid. Relax, Mas. I'm not going to ask you to admit it if you're not ready." Biya felt her husband's chest as soon as it arrived inside their room.

Yusuf sighed, cursing the damn disease.

"Thank you, because Adek already understand Mas, but Mas want to try later. It's okay, isn't it?" sahut Yusuf though his tongue trembling said.

Biya nodded with a smile, the two of them approached the bed. Spreading the body side by side. Biya hugged Joseph, it was okay even though they did not do it that night. There were other nights, when Joseph was used to it.

With his trembling hands, Joseph rubbed Biya's hair. Her other hand held Biya's hand that was coiled around her stomach. Staring at the ceiling of the room with an agitated heart.

"Dec, are you asleep?" asked Yusuf lirih.

Biya looked up, a happy look clearly emanating on her face.

"Why, Mas?"

Yusuf's heart was timid as his gaze fell on Biya's ranum lips. He's a normal guy, of course he wants that. Slowly, but surely his face was getting closer until their forehead was stuck. Gradually their lips met, touching each other.

Joseph often watched the scene, so at least he knew how to practice it. And so, so ... while fighting hard against his strange disease. Joseph managed to unite their lips.