The Value of Loyalty
Our First Night, Uh No.

"You ignored me this day." With lips pursed forward, Linggar began to express his heart.

"You're busy with your friends, but today's our wedding day."

"I'm the same you're just in time at the sewer, the rest of you belong to your friends."

Rindi just kept quiet, leaning behind the door, squeezed into the body of the husband. Listening to all Linggar statements that might be holding your heart.

"Yes undaunted," Rindi while gently brushed off Linggar's still loyal hand stroked her cheek.

Not without reason, his heart is now starting to race beating the clockwork clanking.

But a little insecure, when remembering the skin it feels sticky with discomfort that he feels throughout the body.

Maybe he needs a bath, a little can eliminate the fatigue of the body and sweat attached.

"Don't hold me Rin!" Linggar replied to RIndi's hand.

Bringing the hand down, so as not to block its movement.

Rindi again fell silent staring at Linggar who also looked at her so deeply. The eyes that I had said felt soul-shaking.

Rindi can what?

"I'm annoyed that RIn, I wanted to hug you, kiss you, but I couldn't." Said Linggar back stroking softly Rindi cheeks. His hands began to spread to the brink of the ear, creating vibrations that disturbed the heart.

"It's our first night, RIn," Linggar with great emphasis.

Rindi really wanted to protest again if this was no longer the first night for them, but was afraid that her voice would turn this hot atmosphere into a slab.

Afraid that Linggar would again be offended by his protests.

Moreover, when Linggar began to meet the forehead with a breath that was slightly warm and hunting.

"I love you" said Linggar softly before closing his lips to Rindi

Suck up all the sweetness from there.

Rindi closed her eyes, understanding with all the grievances Linggar expressed.

Started to reply to the lip movement.

Tonight he will present himself.

Following Linggar's movement, Rindipun began to grasp slightly squeezing her husband's arm as he felt the same movement on his nape.

Start to set foot as Linggar presses and pulls his back up, further tightening the body.

Occasionally sounding loud breath to save yourself from tightness.

The kiss of Linggad is too strong, too,

too deep, too deep,

too long.

As if to devour the entire essence of starch that is there.

Maybe that's a very longing effect.

Rindi was no longer able to keep up.

Almost his entire breath had been snatched away by Linggar, yet the man had not stopped either.

The hand that had been holding the Linggar arm, had now drooped down beside the body.

The entire hinge of the joint feels detached.

His knees may now have been shaking, unable to hold any more weight.

Lucky Linggar held his body, otherwise he might have collapsed on the floor.

Even so, Linggar still squeezed him on the wall.

Linggar began to pull the face away, and observed the beautiful face of Rindi.

The head looked up, the eyes were tightly closed, the lips were slightly open with lipstick that had slightly melted out of line, and it was because of her actions.

So Sexy.

Rindi had just opened her eyes, but the kiss had stopped a few seconds ago.

Staring at Linggar who also looked at him with my eyes.

Linggar smiled back stroking his cheeks like before, and back to close his lips.

It gives almost the same touch.

Repeating the stirring that makes body heat soar.

This time turning around, it began to dribble towards their bridal bed.

Uh,....

The crowbar slams the body on the mattress cuddling sideways, releasing its kiss.

Smiling still rubbed soft and soft cheeks owned by the wife. " Why?" He asked, "Wait for the next one?" Waving his eyes at Rindi.

"Wouldn't you be impatient?"  With a slight ruckus began to rise leaving Rindi who was still lying looking at him.

The woman sneered.

Who is not impatient? He was the nyosor first.

"I want to take a bath, "Next leaving Rindi who is gawking at him.

Huh huh? That aja?

" Aren't you taking a shower? Not too big?"  When Linggar came out of the bathroom got RIndi who was still clad in a blue wedding dress sitting on the side of the bed.

"Can't get this off." Rindi's hand on the back showed a zipper behind her back.

"Dammit!"

Linggar began to help lower Rindi's zipper with a lowered look. Fear of being tempted, feel not the time, because there is still something to do first.

Immediately moving from behind Rindi still with a loyal view with the floor of the room and with lips tightly closed.

Rindi came out of the bathroom, finding Linggar who looked more handsome with her cocoa shirt and sarong.

The black peci is still in the hand, swirling around. Complete with a sweet smile that keeps Rindi glued to the spot.

"Let's pray first!" A piece of the sentence was able to make Rindi realize from the feeling of being stunned like staring at a guardian angel of the heart.

" Wear the dowry from me!" Linggar, "Bring?" Ask again.

Rindi nodded, following her husband's orders, using a special someone's handout on a special day.

Performing prayer isya meramaah, in conjunction with the prayer sunnah two rakaat.

Still sitting preceptively on a long prayer mat, Linggar turned towards RIndi.

Stretching hands towards the crown of Rindi, sticking and then closing the eyes with one hand looking up.

ﺍﻟﻠَّﻬُﻢَّ ﺇِﻧِّﻲ ﺃَﺳْﺄَﻟُﻚَ ﺧَﻴْﺮَﻫَﺎ ، ﻭَﺧَﻴْﺮَ ﻣَﺎ ﺟَﺒَﻠْﺘَﻬَﺎﻋَﻠَﻴْﻪِ ، ﻭَﺃَﻋُﻮﺫُ ﺑِﻚَ ﻣِﻦْ ﺷَﺮِّﻫَﺎ ﻭَﺷَﺮِّ ﻣَﺎ ﺟَﺒَﻠْﺘَﻬَﺎ ﻋَﻠَﻴْﻪ

“Yes Allah, I ask You for His goodness (wife) and what good You have created for him. I take refuge in Thee from his wickedness and what evil Thou hast created in him.”

With a sweet smile he began to extend his hand towards his wife.

Rindi welcomed, even with a shy smile. Also advancing the face with closed eyes, waiting for the kiss that her husband will give on the forehead.

Never crossed Rindi's mind, if her husband knew about the newlyweds like this.

His heart dashed, while remembering himself only wanted Linggar who had been accustomed to accompany his days. Undeniably, he wanted Linggar probably just because of sheer lust.

Know this Rindi won't betray Linggar long ago.

There will never be a story about Linggar venting anger by taking him to a hotel.

There will never be a story about them being divorced after three months of marriage just because the conditions of her brother were not met.

His heart will not be tempted by the figure of Ikram, who according to him Alim and can guide him to goodness more than Linggar.

Maybe this is their destiny.

Their way of life is like this.

He wants to live with a loyal companion, patiently accompany in all its shortcomings.

And everything is in Linggar, the man who always pursues his love indefinitely.

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Today there is no Double UP.

This story may be closed already?

Uh, but not yet MP, hehehehe.