When Love Comes And Goes
Episode 101's

The night had reached the top, the festivities had ended. The guests returned to their respective residences, relatives gathered at Ratna's mansion. Leave the hotel employees shoulder to shoulder cleaning the ballroom of all kinds of chaos.

Even with a newlywed couple who stayed at the hotel. Beds studded with flower petals with red mosquito nets waving in the wind. The dim candlelight makes the night more romantic.

Water splashing in the bathroom, sounds like the sound of anklets worn by Indian dancers. The bride lay tired on the bed, leaving her body covered with roses. He fell asleep, probably from being tired of serving the guests since noon.

The bathroom door opened, King came out only wrapped in a towel on the bottom of his body. He approached the bed, staring at the peaceful face of the wife who had not been cleaned, even the hijab still covered her head.

"You're a pretty sleeper, Yang. Must be tired, yeah." He muttered, smiling anxiously.

His eyes moved down on the woman's rancid lips. He took a sip of saliva, had long wanted to taste the taste. Slowly the King bowed, bringing his face closer to Mayang.

A brief peck of that lip, a short one, but not satisfied. The king bit him a bit, making Mayang's body squirm. Feeling a strange sensation on his body, Mayang frowned. Opening his eyes timidly, and spontaneously pushing the King's body away.

"What do you want?" He forgot that they were married.

The king looked at him wistfully, pitifully.

"You want," he said.

Mayang looked at his body, then around the room. He laughed, laughed at himself.

"sorry. I forgot that we were married" she blushed, "why don't you wear a shirt?" Mayang pointed at the King's body without looking at him.

The man glanced at his own body, then approached and sat on the lip of the bed staring at the wife.

"Can I ask for my rights? You know, I've been holding myself back all this time. Let me work, you just be quiet" the king asked in a raucous voice.

His desire had already reached the top until unconsciously their faces were approaching again. Their lips meet each other, they touch each other. Mayang is not a girl who does not know what the first night ritual is. Experience teaches how to make a couple happy.

In between their activities, Mayang suddenly moved away when he remembered something.

"What's wrong?" asked the confused King.

"I forgot to pray. Can I ...?" Mayang blinked, but the King did not let him go.

"May I open your veil?" The king stared at the wife's manic.

Mayang nodded timidly, looking down while covering his face. This was the first time he had ever shown aurat in front of the King. The man's big hand opened the wife's head cover slowly, breaking Mayang's hand to escape her face.

He kept the veil on the nightstand, untied Mayang's long hair until he could see it clearly.

"Why can you be this beautiful? Tempting me, stealing my heart, driving me crazy. I love you, Mayang. Love you very much, my wife," said the King while embracing the body of Mayang.

The body that was once untouched by it, can only be seen while enduring unfulfilled desires. Now, he freely explore each inch without hesitation again.

The heat struggle ensued without them being able to prevent, the sacred night ritual was passed happily. Lines of satisfaction emanated on the two faces of the man who was drunk with the fire of romance.

Until the King fulfilled his wish, he went to kiss his wife's crown while saying, "I'm sorry. I do not accept your request. I can't hold myself to the point that we're missing."

Mayang dropped her head on the chest of her husband's field, the skin without a thread was touching each other indefinitely.

"Come on! We clean ourselves, that brother we pray isya worshipers," he asked while dressing Mayang's body using a blanket.

Both clean themselves, then fulfill the obligation as servants in congregation.

"Sleep?" Not to rule, or ask, but to ask as if in need of approval.

"One more time, shall you?" whispered King made Mayang's body instantly stiffened. Understandably the newlyweds, let alone the new King feel the sensation of the first night.

Even though Mayang was not a girl, she was still grateful for the grace God had given her. Mayang looked embarrassed, did he have to answer?

I don't need to answer because I want to.

The king raised Mayang's body without permission, laying it on the bed while opening the ruku that covered his entire body slowly. Wearing the cheek skin of the wife, feels soft and smooth without blemish.

"Can, huh?" it's in Mayang's ears. Bitten by the earlobe of the wife, rippling all the blood in the body turbulent heat.

"Do I have to answer? That's your right as a husband" Mayang said with a soft look. Then the second battle happened again, getting hotter because the King no longer held back his game.

The sighing and moaning sounds of mutual disdain, sweat becoming one in real union. Seeds sprinkled into the mother, vying to become the champion. Who winner?

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The warm rays of the morning sun that hit the face was so dazzling. To the point of making him who is still trapped in the dream realm frown can not stand.

He nodded, turning back to the window. Pull the blanket wrapped in it.

"Morning!" The lightning-fast pull shows the manifestation of an angel who is almost without a thread.

"Aragh!" Mayang suffocated, jumped from his sleep.

She grabbed the blanket from her husband's hand. Covering the body that is only wrapped in underwear.

"Astaghfiullah! It's noon! Why not wake me up!" sulgu Mayang while getting out of bed and running to the bathroom.

The king chuckled at the red hue on his wife's cheek, he tidied up the sheets of a silent witness to the heat struggle last night. Groping the surface of the bed, sniffing the fragrant scent of Mayang's body. He was drunk.

The king dropped the body with both hands wide open, his lips smiling in satisfaction, eyes closed at the thought of overnight enjoyment. It's amazing, a matchless favor.

While Mayang grumbled in the bathroom, annoyed that his dawn had passed. Hurry to clean up, and out to perform the worship of two rakaat even though late.

"Why not wake me up?" Mayang sulked at her husband.

The man had been neatly dressed in a suit attached to the body. Mayang frowned, not happy because he had to be left.

"I woke up, but your sleep is very slumbering. So do not have the heart to wake up," he said as he sat down and looked at his wife.

"Where are you going? How come it's neat?" mayang asked a little sad.

The king sighed, inched down to approach the wife. Draped Mayang cheeks gently, frowned it forehead with a friendly.

"Where are we going home?"

The King's warm breath woke up the feathers on his face. The smell of mint coming out of his mouth makes Mayang drunk.

"I thought you wanted to keep working for me." Mayang stroked her husband's hand. The heart is saddened by its own thoughts.

"Today no, I want to spend time with my wife. At home, not here" he said, helping Mayang move on.

They will return to Ratna's old house that was once abandoned because it avoided the interference of Rani and Lina.