
Arven came out of the bathroom, he saw his wife making the bed. The two goose puppets that had been on the bed, were now on the nightstand. And Freya was picking up the red rose petals that had been on the bed so neatly by forming love. But because he was doing something that somehow he was confused, why he had to do it. Now everything's falling apart.
"I've ruined everything, the night the bride was broken because of me" she exclaimed with sobs that sounded. Every now and then Freya wiped her tears that kept dripping down her cheeks.
Arven walked over to his wife and hugged her from behind. Stop the frantic looking Freya and continue picking up the rose petals with an unstoppable cry.
"There is no need to be done" said Arven who held Freya's hand who continued to try to take all the petals of the roses that had been messed up.
Freya sobbed, now she felt more and more guilty to her husband for messing up their wedding night. "I'm sorry.. Hix.. Sorry for making a mess tonight. Sorry to ruin everything.. Hix"
Arven kissed Freya's shoulder, he could see that his wife was having a big sadness, so he became like this. The crying also did not stop.
"Already, now I just want to hear why are you like this?"
Freya fell silent, she let go of Arven's embrace and immediately turned to look at him. Freya looked at her husband with wet eyes. Seeing that it made Arven hurt, he dyed both of Freya's eyelids to wipe away her tears.
"Why are you crying like this?" ask Arven.
Not saying anything, Freya immediately rushed into Arven's arms. She who was so unable to hold back her long cry Freya did not feel this kind of tightness in her chest. Last time when Arven left and he was forced to decide.
"Am I wrong? Why didn't you recognize me?"
Deg, Arven was immediately speechless to Freya's words accompanied by the cry. Arven doesn't understand what Freya means. But could there be an invited guest who turns out to be her mother, but she doesn't recognize Freya? That's Arven's mind.
"Darling, explain to me what do you mean? Don't confuse me" Arven said.
Freya even more forcefully cried and tightened her embrace on Arven. Right now he doesn't even know what to do. However, Freya will try to still be able to tell her husband what happened. But at this moment he just wanted to put out all the tightness in his chest.
Arven took his wife to the sofa, and he sat there with his wife on his arm. Hugging her gently, letting Freya let out all her grief with a cry before she told him everything.
A few minutes later, Freya stopped crying. He broke his embrace. Staring at Arven with clinging. "The lady Susan you mentioned earlier, in-she is my mother"
Arven was silent at the remark, it was very surprising what Freya had just said to him. "I meanyou?"
Freya rubbed her tears back, but she had tried to stop this crying. But it was as if his eyes still did not want to stop to remove the clear liquid from his eyelids.
Arven still could not believe his wife's words. Because he knew very well that Lady Susan and Mr. Heri had only one child, namely Cintya. But there is a painful story behind it all. Especially the most painful thing for his wife.
Arven hugged Freya again, stroking her back to calm her. "Yes, we will find a solution to this problem. Now don't be sad like this. Remember, if today is our bridal night. Don't make tonight full of crying huh"
Freya nodded, she realized that she too must not destroy the night of their bride. He broke his embrace and stared fixedly at Arven. A small whisper was still quite audible, but Freya had already tried to stop her crying.
"Darling, no need to delay anymore. I'm ready to give you my equal"
Arven was slightly stunned by his wife's words. Arven intends to postpone their first night when he sees Freya like this. But it turns out even his own wife who asked not to delay again about their first night.
"Darling sure? Your condition is like this, I do not papa if I have to wait...Empty"
I don't know what Freya did, but she just followed her heart. Cut off Arven's words by kissing his lips. That certainly makes Arven so surprised, but of course he will not waste the opportunity that has been given by his wife.
Holding the nape of Freya's neck and deepening their kiss. Arven really didn't want to let go of this opportunity. The little kisses moved to his wife's neck. Arven's hand slowly unbuttoned the pajamas his wife was wearing. Until everything is open, leave the underwear alone. After that Arven immediately carried Freya towards the bed by not letting go of their lip kisses.
As Arven was impatient to begin and wanted to undress the remaining underwear on Freya's body, his wife held his hand. Making Arven look straight at him with a faint look in his eyes.
"I'm afraid, will it hurt?" said Freya, for the first time for him must have a big fear. Because he knew that for the first time it would hurt.
Arven smiled, he kissed Freya's lips gently. "I'll do it slowly. If it hurts you can do anything to me to get rid of that pain"
Freya looked at her already passionate husband. Arven can't take it anymore. "Do"
Arven smiled hearing that, he undressed Freya until now her body was completely innocent without anything. Indirectly at the core of the game, Arven is a little tinkering with his wife's property which looks very tempting.
"Ah, Honey..." Freya who began to fight with the game Arven down there.
When he felt his wife was relaxed and ready to get an attack from him, then Arven released a towel wrapped around his waist. Throw it in any direction. And he started doing it slowly.
The tight grip of Freya's hand on the white sheet indicated that she was in so much pain that she screamed loudly. But slowly the pain he felt began to turn into a new pleasure that he had felt all this time in him.
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