Waiting for First Love to Return
The Delicious Pleasure

After a long game Reyhan played. Now he was tired and lying next to me. With my hands hugging me tightly.

The night is getting late. Even the clockwork of my room wall was perpendicular pointing at the same number. I can breathe a sigh of relief now. But the tears still reluctantly stopped flowing, even without sound and sobbing. It is very stifling to hold back the cry so as not to be heard by people in the same room. Even those who embrace us. Fail. My efforts failed. He still realized my crying.

"Sorry dear." Reyhan's soft voice kissed my old forehead again, making my embrace stronger. I just silently accepted all the treatment. Sweet but very troubling treatment for me now.

"Is it too painful? I'm less slow, am I playing? " Take a hug and see my face still. Remove traces of tears in cheeks. It seems like he feels guilty.

'Not that it hurts, but my heart hurts more.' My screams can only be in my heart. Because in fact my heart and my body's response is not directly proportional. The heart says not willingly, but the lips give a smile.

Reyhan played very slowly and softly. Maybe because she understood that the first woman to have sex must have been sick. That's why he's doing so gently, there's not even a trace left on my skin. In addition to a little pain in the most sensitive areas. It was obscured by the roar in the chest.

"Yes, take a break. I won't repeat it again tonight. Sleep on." Get back in a hug, and kiss the top of my head over and over. With a hand caressing my unraveling long hair.

Because tired of body, heart, and mind. I finally fell asleep. I think he'll really keep his promise not to repeat it again. Apparently lying.

"Say he won't repeat?" When I feel something is disturbing my sleep. His hands would not be silent to touch everything he wanted.

"It's morning, baby. Can ya?" He said with pleading eyes. My wall clock lyrics. Right, it's early morning. I could only nod and nod my head.

Until the incident last night repeated again in the morning.Finished with the hajadnya Reyhan immediately woke up to take a bath. I refused when I took a bath together. Opt back to pull the blanket even though the bedug has been anchored. The dawn sign has arrived. But this morning I was better able to enjoy all the husband touches. Enjoy a very enjoyable pleasure.

I got up from the bed as the fentilation showed the atmosphere of the sky that was starting to dim. The dark will soon disappear leaving the earth.

"Oh." I groan slowly because it feels pain in the groin when going to walk. Until I walked. Pull a kimono plus a long towel to bring to the bathroom.

"Why was his first night at home?" Narrator. The problem is that here the bathroom is outside the room. It's not like Reyhan's house has a bathroom in the room.

"Yesterday if forced like last night will not be able to reject me." Still grumbling with the way a little trouble.

"Cie cie."

"Astagfirrullah's. What the hell are you deck? Just ngagetin." I was shocked, hitting him with the towel I was holding. It turns out that there is Marta outside the bathroom, standing next to the washing machine while holding a detergent.

"Ck. The newlyweds of mah-hours just woke up, huh? Mostly Ketchup? Take a shower." Ledeknya with face asked to be hit again.

"What the hell lo, deck?" I'd be tearing it up, which embarrassed me.

"Why is the road, brother?" Ask to watch me who walks like a person out of circumcision.

"Kepo lo?"

"Most of all that, brother."

"What the hell lo deck? You think you have experience, right? Understand that." My misery.

"We know something never has to experience it. But I have studied. He said it hurt the first time. It's been a week still sick, because what else if not for most?"

Forgive this child's mouth. Don't know if this is the first?

"Whatever lo deck." Enter the bathroom and close the door loudly, which was met with happy laughter from outside.

"Sister's spirit. Let me get a new nephew soon. I wait for the good news. " Shouted Marta from the outside and followed by the laughter of her cringe. Which makes me furious want mites that kid.

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This morning after the dawn prayer that deliberately misfortune. I lay my body on the bed again. Lazy to say. Let Martha take care of everything. He's still at home. Because tomorrow the day after tomorrow is back again after a long holiday.

"Back again, who? Not cooking this? Want to eat out again?" Reyhan asked who was following me on the bed.

"Let Marta cook. Although not very clever, but he can cook really." I answered without seeing it.

"Why? Is it still sick?" Ask slowly while touching my upper leg.

"Czs."

"Yes, rest. I want to go with Abah first. He asked for coffee company." Permission and allow the blanket, then get out of bed.

It turns out that it's not good too early in the morning just curled up under the blanket. In fact can not sleep, even make the head dizzy.

"What cooking, Deck?" I asked Marta who was having trouble cooking in the kitchen.

"Nggk need to ask. Bantuin cake. " The answer is judes and the right hand flips the fried eggs.

"Once in a while cook yourself, let it be pinter." Instead of helping, I sit down at the dinner table not far from him.

"Nggk once again brother. Ever since my sister got married I kept the cook tofu. " Turning off the stove and arranging the food.

"Tumbens. Usually Ina's sister cooks."

"Nggk can be just as good."

After preparing the food, Marta washed the dirty cookware. I was just watching. Choose to take eggs for breakfast, plus a little rice and vegetables. Somehow the stomach feels very hungry, maybe because of the activities of the night and morning are quite draining of energy. That's why I was hungry early in the morning.

"Eh. Since when did you become disrespectful eating doesn't wait for an older gini?" Reprimanding me and hitting my hand ready to bribe food.

"I'm hungry, deck." Protest.

"Call the others first. Breakfast together."

"You are the one who calls." Change reigns.

"Ck." His crack was irritated with his hands clenched like people were about to hit.

"It's more disrespectful."

"Change, bang Rey. Breakfast ready." Shouted Marta facing the back door. Where Abah and Reyhan drink coffee while giving thanks to fish in the back.

"Yes." Yeah." Legitimate from outside. I started eating breakfast, which was good. Although it cannot be said to be perfect.

"Well, Tasya, what's the first meal?" Ask me who came with Reyhan. Marta ate for me.

"Sorry, bah. What's papa, right?" My words are not good.

"Nggk papa ." The answer.

"Sister Tasya is sparing, huh. Worked hard all night." Marta.

Uhuk. I coughed at the choking food from the shock of hearing the adek's unfiltered mouth.

"Be careful when you eat." My husband spoke softly as he gave me a drink, and the next hand pinched slowly at my nape.

"Udah, eat it quietly. No one's angry, no one's asking." Said abah again.

"really so. I'm sincere." Marta said that made me not understand.

"It's not Tasya who's cooking?" Ask after tasting her food. Hapal abah.

"Marta, bah." My goal is for the person who cooks.

"Kak Tasya kecapean bah. Not cooking hard." It was Cetus Marta who made me glare in anger. Be quiet!