The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
94 Bucin Bram Ayra Peak 2
Bram stepped towards the small table in the corner of the room. He pulled the red chair with one leg. When the chair gave a little distance from the table, he sat on the chair and kept Ayra on his lap. Ayra intended to stand up because she wanted to sit by herself.
Bram quickly restrained Ayra's waist with both hands.
"Sit here, I told you tonight you're the Princess."
Ayra looked at her husband's face. Ayra who was first treated once again was fascinated. The mixed feeling was only able to see the face of his heart patch. He was unable to say a single word.
Don't sit on a pah* man, look at a man's face in seconds He doesn't dare. During this time there were only two faces that Ayra looked lovingly apart from Abinya and Furqon. Now the two netra Ayra as if opium looking at the handsome face of her husband. He does not know if the sense of loving someone is always wanting to see the beloved. Always wanted to be close, always wanted to be treated so sweetly.
As Bram is currently opening three desserts from stenslis there is one plate of rice, shrimp and roasted chicken and pickled cucumber in a small bowl. Bram did not seem to touch his wife who was still looking at his face. Ayra's hand that was coiled on her waist did not make a man who was usually very indifferent to the opposite sex who chased her difficult to open the shrimp skin.
As of this moment, he was treating Ayra so gently. He took one shrimp and a slice of roasted chicken and a spoonful of pickled cucumber. He put it into a plate that has a rice. until the white plate in front of him has been brought closer to him.
Ayra is still in her lap, does not make it difficult for both hands Bram peeling shrimp skin which is Ayra's Favorite food. The right hand that Bram had washed had now squeezed a mouthful for the wife with an oyster sausage shrimp side dish.
He pointed it at his wife's tiny mouth.
"Let's read the prayer."
Ayra was still looking at Bram's face while reciting a meal prayer because she knew that her husband's gaze was fixed on the shrimp he peeled. Her husband just looked at her face.
"His dinner over there dear Ayra. Be patient, you will have time to eat my face."
Bram smiled mischievously at his wife. Ayra blushed in embarrassment, she quickly turned to Bram's hand which had been ready with a small mouthful. Ayra put the mouthful into her husband. I don't know why it's so hard to chew. Even when going to swallow his food, Ayra had to close both eyes.
Bram wants to give Ayra a drink but the wife does not open her mouth. He shook his head a few times.
"Still eating?"
Ayra nodded her head her gaze still did not switch from Bram's handsome face. Brib this time Bram give with a side dish of roasted chicken. Ayra enjoyed the second feed from her husband.
"Why? You miss my face?"
Ayra stroked gently one side of Bram's cheek, she looked at her husband's face.
"Hopefully my heart will still always be calm looking at you mas even though your facial skin is no longer tight because of the wrinkles of the skin at eating age."
"Hopefully I will be like this until we age."
Bram fed his wife with his favorite cucumber pickle.
"Nake?"
Ayra nodded slowly. Bribe after bribe Bram gave to his little wife. Up to one serving of rice has moved to his wife's body. Ayra glanced at the shrimp that still lived a few slices.
"Ayra still wants her horse mas."
"All right, Princess. Wait a minute."
Bram peels his skin back. Ayra is curious where her husband knows Ayra's favorite menu.
Ayra leaned her head against Bram's chest while looking at her husband's hands so painstakingly separating the shrimp skin from her flesh.
"Say where you know my favorite food."
"One Question one Kiss."
Bram makes a deadly appeal to his wife without seeing her. His gaze was still fixed on the shrimp he peeled his skin.
Ayra raised both her eyebrows and smiled knots.
One kiss Ayra put on her husband's chin.
"I asked Rafi to the cottage and to meet your Umi. I asked Rafi to find out everything you like. From food, color to perfume you like. I also like your perfume. You know Ay from the first I liked your perfume."
Ayra still looked at her husband.
"Then why not call when you're home?"
Bram slightly lowered his head and pressed his cheek towards Ayra's face. Ayra smiled back.
"Goup."
"Because I want to surprise my wife who has been struggling to maintain this marriage. Who was so patient through some obstacles. And wait for this heart to melt. I want to tire you out, patiently you become beautiful in time Ay."
Bram gives one shrimp well he has peeled. Ayra does like shrimp but she really likes to cook shrimp without throwing the skin first. After it will be eaten, he will throw it away. That Rafi knew after Umi Laila reminded if how to cook Ayra shrimp.
"Your body can get fat if your portion of food is like this Ay."
Ayra held Bram's hand which gave her a glass of water.
"Would you not like me if I was fat?"
After the last mouthful of shrimp has been successfully transferred from his plate to the hull of the wife. Bram again teased his wife.
"No. I'll still love you Ay. I love your personality not your physique. Then even if you turn into a drum I'll love you."
"Ohuukk...uhuukk...."
Ayra chokes inevitably she receives a glass of water from Bram's hand.
"Kenap Ay?"
Ayra breathed a sigh of relief when she did not feel the tightness in her throat. She held both of her husband's cheeks.
"Really?"
"One Question one Kiss."
This time Bram brought his right cheek closer to Ayra. Ayra again chuckled slightly with a slight lift of her head towards the ceiling..
"Hehehe.... "
"Goup."
"I will eat a lot too and will not be fitnes. Until we'll both be drum bodied. Deal?"
"Deal."
Ayra again rested her head on the husband's chest. The fragrance of Bram perfume makes Ayra so calm and comfortable.
Bram let his wife be a few minutes so. Then Ayra who wants to take a drink Bram quickly prevent. His hand first took the clear glass. He pointed it at his wife's lips. After a few sips, the water was left with half a glass.
Bram drank the water until it ran out. Both of Ayra's neutra widened as her husband turned the glass until Bram's lips drank the water from Ayra's lips.
"Sweet tasting. Is it really this sweet Ay?"
Bram put the glass on the table and glanced at his wife who was still staring at him. Ayra could not believe that her husband could make her heart melt with just a small act like just now.