The Crack of a Heart
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"Danish, why didn't you get married tell us? are we not considered brothers to you anymore?" Uncle Malih, the older cousin of his late mother Danish. He has been good at playing characters since. Even when her mother was alive. When they were little Danish they never considered a nephew because the mother did not obey him to marry Mr. Kades who married four at that time.

"sorry. But isn't this Aunt's Uncle the same one who took me and my brother away? why ask like that now? is it because my mother's name is now in this village?" Danish. The man's countenance still seemed relaxed, but in his heart he held back his anger while tightening his grip on the wife.

Arifa knew very well, Danish was actually angry. But because at home there is an event, as much as possible the man still keeps his emotions.

"You are, you say, turning the facts upside down. Where is your respect for older people? just like your mother who is hard to manage!" Uncle Malih suddenly raised his voice.

"Turning back the fact Uncle said? Hmh!" Danish screeched then smiled grinning. "Which deed have I turned back, hm?" continued.

"It's free to talk to a rich man so arrogant as he is. Let's just get out of here!" Uncle Malih was no longer able to hold back his anger. The man preferred to leave the residence of his late Danish mother, taking the others as well.

After they all left, Danish returned to the front of the house until the event was over.

"Darling, can't you just take my hand off? it's a mess, "pinta Arifa carefully. A moment later Danish realized that for a long time he could hurt his own wife's hand.

"Sorry, dear." Danish also released his hand.

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The night is getting late. The happiness sharing event is over. The two brides entered the room.

Similarly, Bowo and Angki who just finished cleaning the house assisted by people who will release the tent. And they went home to each other.

But Danish, who was still furious with the uncle and aunt of his late mother, it was difficult to close his eyes. While Arifa has been going to dreamland since a few minutes ago.

Time moves so fast. Until three in the morning, Danish was still awake who was now sitting in a chair, in front of his study desk with a laptop that was lit in front of him.

Arifa woke up and sat down while leaning on the head of the bed, then took a glass of water that was on a small nightstand beside the bed. While he was drinking, he suddenly wobbled with water when he saw Danish sitting on his back.

*huk! Uhuk!*

Danish turned his head and immediately got up and approached his wife.

"Dear ones, no one asked for your drink" said Danish, helping Arifa put the glass back in place.

"It's not so dear .. I'm surprised you're in this room" said Arifa.

"Why surprised? we are officially husband and wife."

"Yes .. I'm not used to having one room, hehe," replied Arifa with a cry.

"Basic! You better go to sleep again, baby." Danish gently stroked Arifa's head and kissed her forehead long enough. The thin-faced woman herself felt Danish lips getting longer and longer beginning to tremble. She immediately hugged her husband.

"If you are sad, angry or happy do not feel alone. Try sharing with me. Although only you can fuss, but not more comfortable expressed so as not to become a disease?" said Arifa then tightened her embrace.

Danish was silent for a moment. The man initially did not want his wife to be involved in the inner war she was feeling. But, the words of Arifa have a point as well. One of the best husband and wife relationships starts with two-way communication, you and I.

Slowly the embrace came off. The two looked at each other, more closely and more closely. It was as if looking for something missing within that gaze. But there is only implied deep affection in the eyes of both.

"Morning, we better take a short nap keep walking here. I think the morning air here feels very clean huh?" said Arifa, trying to melt the atmosphere that had runyam.

"Darling, are you happy to marry me?" Danish suddenly questioned the real thing he himself already knew the answer to. Arifa frowned, slightly tilting her head and as if asking back 'why should it be questioned again?'. But maybe, Danish is in need of inner strength.

"Yes, I'm happy, very happy." With a sincere heart, Arifa answered with confidence. Their marriage age is not yet one day. Now Arifa began to know Danish from the other side who had always looked indifferent, cruel and often disappeared like a ghost.

"But Baby ... " Danish does not continue his words anymore. Instead, his face began to approach and get closer to his wife's face.

Arifa immediately choked, her mind guessing that Danish would ask for her right now. The thump in his heart caused a tickling sensation that made the blood flow in the pulse have a sensation, namely desire.

At first Danish only gave a brief kiss on the thin lips of Arifa. But the second time, it became a pagutan that increasingly made Arifa confused.

"Follow your instincts, feel the pleasure .. and reply to this ci*umanku," said Danish in between her warm-up pages.

Arifa followed what her husband had just said. It was like climbing to the top of a mountain. The more retaliated, making Danish more eager to do more.

After the second clothes are removed and then thrown in any direction. Danish started the core game.

"Slow down," said Arifa grimacing as Danish began to plow her eddies to enjoy the beauty of the paradise of the world.

The game was led Danish with as comfortable as possible both for himself and his wife. This is the first time they've done it. Especially Danish at the age is very established, but after feeling unparalleled pleasure, as if back to adolescence.

Up to two hours have both gulped each other desire hunting, satisfaction was seen from the faces of the newlyweds.

"You're great, baby" Danish said to his wife.

"You're so much better, baby, I've got it wrong" said Arifa, giggling.

Danish also broke down her innocent body next to Arifa and the two embraced each other.

"Honey, about Uncle earlier do not think too much about it. I'm just afraid you'll come to mind" said Danish, who stared at each other while rubbing the wife's face, which still had a lot of sweat running through her cheeks.

"Yes, I'm thinking the same thing about you. Is your relationship not good for a long time?" arifa replied, who asked back.

"My mother had no parents since she was five years old. Well he was taken care of by Malih's uncle."

"Uncle Malih talked to you last night?"

"Yes. She was the one ... kept fit my mom graduated school, her age at that time is your age now. Eighteen years. There was a village chief who came to the house to ask my mother to be his fifth wife. My mother doesn't want to. Then uncle said that if my mother married him her life would be guaranteed and uncle also got a part of my mother's ration. Automatically, my mother refused firmly. He chose to go to a city of people to find work. Yes, long story short, when my mother had worked and at that time also met my father. My uncle used to be so angry that my mother chose to marry my father rather than her choice."

Arifa nodded in understanding. "That means this house is left by your grandmother? didn't she?"

"Salah, this house was a gift from my father when my mother was on her birthday and was pregnant with my sister."

"Oh so it is. But why uncle Malih as if he had no face last night came suddenly to say that you do not consider them?"

Hearing his wife's words, Danish only laughed with a laugh.

"Now gini .. if there are two-faced people, we should be able to five-faced. So that the man who thinks brother when we succeed, will be caught up in his own game."

"I mean I lost face and I'm the same as you!" arifa's jolt suddenly put on a pouting face.

"Huh? how come?" Danish raised next to his eyebrows. I don't understand his wife's intentions.

"Yes, I got caught up with your game earlier, even for another two hours!" lamented Arifa who pretended to be angry at Danish.

Instantly, the laughter of the oriental-faced man broke out. Then he took his wife into his arms.

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