The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
Palpitates

After the departure of the servants from Rega's room. Naziah and Rega. He will go out and return to his own room. Naziah suddenly remembered something that he had wanted to ask for rega. Thus, his movement of his body that slightly bent, back straight. And Rega saw that, so asked with a puzzled face.

"What's wrong?" ask Rega

"Oh yeah, before I go. Can I say something?" naziah asked with a serious looking face.

"You want to say what, Hem...?!" answer and ask Rega.

"Em... can our marriage later, be kept secret first? Honestly, I'm a little concerned about our marriage looking this rushed. Which might, and could have led to a variety of negative opinions about me from the employees of this office, later. And I'm not ready to hear it." Naziah explained.

"Who dares to be negative? And... What kind of negative opinion do you mean?" ask Rega

"Employees, especially the women who have admired you. For example, they would think that I had teased you and that something had happened to me. So force you to marry me as soon as possible." replied Naziah. By emphasizing the word 'something' while pointing the index finger and middle finger form the letter V and slightly bent.

"That's not gonna happen. Because, after we return from your village. I'll also have our wedding reception here. And most of the guests later are all employees of this office, without exception. The rest are the relationships of this company and also my immediate family and Mother Devi" said Rega, flat.

"really???" ask Naziah, doubt it. Looking in disbelief at Rega.

"Yes." replied Rega while nodding surely. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Devan. Because right now, maybe he's already ordered people to print our wedding invitations" she explained.

"Huh..!!! Why the hell... You always act as you please? You're gonna marry me, aren't you?! You should have compromised with me on this. You are such a bitch!!! What if I refuse and don't want to have that reception? Are you going to perform yourself at the reception! Haish.....! You're such a bitch!!!" nagging Naziah and cursing Rega with a face full of annoyance.

"I don't think I need to ask you. Because, if everything I do has a good reason to do. You certainly won't reject it. So, why waste your time asking you." replied Rega, so relaxed.

"Haissh!!! Even so, you still have to ask my opinion first! I feel unappreciated in this matter" Naziah said in a soft, soft voice. "That's it. I'm pissed at you!" stand up from his seat and leave.

But, not only had his feet reached the door. Rega quickly intercepted him away. Withholding right on her wrist.

"Wait!!!" said Rega. While holding Naziah's wrist.

Then, with one move. Rega pulled Naziah's hand. Until making Naziah immediately turn around and face him with a distance so close. If only Naziah's hands did not immediately block and make distance between their bodies. Perhaps, their bodies were already clinging to each other. And Rega's lips will accidentally kiss Naziah's forehead. But not until, because Naziah immediately back his face.

Even so, their current position still seemed so intimate. If anyone else sees their pose like that. It would definitely misunderstand him. How not? With one hand of Rega that is coiled on the waist of Naziah. And also the two palms of Naziah attached to the chest of Rega field. Makes them look so friendly.

Rega woke up first from his fascination. And found Naziah who was also fascinated by his handsome face. Instantly, an idea to punish Naziah crossed his brain. Rega moved slightly tilted his face and drew closer to Naziah's face.

And because of that movement, Naziah also immediately realized. "Eh..eh... What do you want? Release me!" tanya and Pinta Naziah further back his face.

Hearing that, instead of letting go. Rega even further tightened his embrace on Naziah's waist. And brought his face to the side of Naziah's ear from behind his veil.

"I'm sorry?!! Not that I don't appreciate you. But, I just don't want to burden your mind, baby. You're my queen candidate. Let me be busy preparing for everything. You just need to focus on yourself. Make yourself more beautiful later. To welcome my arrival and prepare to serve me at the wedding night, later. You understand?!!" rega whispered.

"No. I don't understand and don't want to understand something like that. Please, get off me! Are you aware? We are not muhrim." replied Naziah, slowly and gently. And did not try to resuscitate Rega for what he was doing at that time.

"Astagfirulayal'adzim!!!" said Rega, consciously. And spontaneously rewind his face and keep his body away from Naziah. "I'm sorry?!" he continued to say sincerely.

Truly, Rega had just been caught in the temptation of the sheath. Due to being too fascinated by the beauty of Naziah's face that was so plastered close to his face, earlier.

Luckily, Naziah immediately reminded him. Until nothing happened more than looking and hugging like that.

Quietly, Naziah continued to be privileged in his heart. Because actually, he was also fascinated by the presentation of the handsome face of Rega that was so close in his eyes. However, he soon took control of himself and awakened Rega.

'Astagfirullahal'adzim, Astagfirullahal'adzim, Astagfirullahal'adzim' inner Naziah has as much distinction as possible.

"I'm sorry. I'm going back to my room now. Assalamu'alaikum!" said Naziah while tidying up his clothes that felt messy. As a result of Rega's actions that pulled him quite rough and hugged him just now.

"Yes. Thanks though. Wa'alaikumsalam." replied Rega.

After his greeting was answered, immediately Naziah turned around and left from Rega's room. Leaving Rega who was still looking at him with a ashamed heart and felt sinful to himself and his future wife.

While Naziah, when he arrived in his room. He was silent for a moment on the chair while fixated on looking straight ahead. Luckily, the lunch break is still a few minutes away. So, in that room only he himself was there. Friends whose room has not yet returned. So, he had time to reflect on what had just happened between him and Rega.

Naziah holds one side of his chest that has a heart inside. There, it still felt his heartbeat that kept pumping so fast. Like he ran a marathon.

'What's with my heart? Why is it still pounding anyway...! Is it possible, I've fallen in love with Rega huh?" bawah Naziah asked and monologued. Until his cheeks feel warmed because of it. Naziah held both cheeks, himself.