CUTS
One Talam...

Dinner this time was lively and lively. The presence of relatives from the village has treated the longing of Abu, Umi and Pak Cek Amir who have not met them for a long time. The newlyweds of course become an important object to be discussed or used as a joke.

Just as Faisal was about to take the plate, the brothers immediately stirred up. “Don't eat here. Cut, invite Faisal to eat in the room.” said one of Abu's younger sisters from the village.

Umi picked up thalam then said, “Take Faisal to eat in the room!” Cut can no longer dodge. In fact, he had taken pains to avoid Faisal after returning from the mosque.he did not even put his face in the room because he was embarrassed to meet Faisal even he busied himself in the kitchen.

“Fais, eat in room yes!” mak Cek Siti said to the nephew.

“Mak Cheque, no bridal age dining in room. Fais ate here, huh?” fais Whine.

“If Mak Check is no problem. You know the tradition in Cut village. Just come there don't argue. It's better if you two eat together than here."

Fais had to step foot into the room followed by Cut with a mucena that he had not saved after returning from the mosque. Arriving at the room, Fais immediately settles down on the bed while Cut tries to occupy himself by folding his face slowly while turning his back to the husband.

“I think the tradition of dining in the room for the bride is no longer suitable to be applied especially for those of us who live in the city, right? Why should we separate ourselves from our families? I should've been told to join them to get to know them better instead of asking them to eat here. There is a tradition in your village, Cut.”

“Maybe the purpose of this tradition so that wives and husbands get to know each other because in the bride in our village the result of arranged marriage is not knowing each other, dating and then getting married.”.

Faisal woke up from his sleep and smiled at Cut who was behind him. “Like us, yes?” faisal asked to make sure.

“Iya,” reply Short Cut.

Faisal got up from his seat about to approach Cut but the sound of a knock on the door thwarted his plan.

Faisal opened the door and took a salam that already contained various side dishes and rice complete with handwashing water and drinking water.

“One night both. How about a plate of both?” god Fais.

“Eat only! Brother said it was hungry.” replied Cut pretended not to hear the temptation of the husband.

Fais smiled then took out an empty plate. Just as he was about to scoop the rice into the plate all of a sudden, Cut handed the plate already filled with rice into Fais' hands.

“Make me?” ask Fais.

“Iya.”

“Shortly!” fais said then he scooped the rice back into the empty plate in his hand.

“This is for you!” Fais handed the plate to Cut.

“We start with exchanging rice dishes. After that we will exchange many things, agree?” asked like that Cut could only nod without a second thought. While Fais smiled broadly at the wife.

Fais ate leisurely and voraciously inversely proportional to Cut who felt unsettled. The shame of the incident before the magrib had not disappeared now have to face back with a figure who is able to make his heart beat fast.

After the two finished their dinner, Cut was about to clean up the dirty dishes to take out until he was jumped when his hand was held by Fais. “Let it be here first. I'll take it out.”

“But-“ has not finished Cut said Fais' head has already shook his head in disapproval.

Fais shifted the talam docked to the wall and one of his hands patted next to where he was.

"Sit here.”

Cut is aware of his current position until he has no power to refuse Fais' husband's request. Cut sat himself next to her husband while leaning on the side of the bed.

“Honey month?” cut asked again, looking at his husband.

“Iya. Don't tell me you didn't honeymoon after marriage?” search Faisal.

“We have no such tradition. What is the honeymoon like?” ask Cut curious.

Faisal laughed slightly at the wife. His sense of well-being seemed to be out of line with his current manly soul. Both in one room let alone have a soft taste of the lips of the woman with the title of wife makes the birth and inner Fais as a normal man become excited to taste again. Every now and then, Fais had to sigh in order to temper the turbulent soul inside.

“I still have a month to vacation. How about a vacation to Medan? There are many of my friends. They also want to know you, how?” ask Fais to make sure.

“Cut has become my wife. It should have been a wife following wherever husband invites.” replied Cut sincerely.

“Then I want to take you to the bathroom, how?”

Gleck...

Cut had to swallow his saliva with great difficulty. “What are you going to the bathroom both?” tanya Plain cut.

Cut who was born and raised in the village coupled with limited knowledge certainly never terbesit other intentions of the invitation of her husband.

“Mandi together? Can husband and wife take a bath together?”

Gleck...

Again Cut was confused and surprised by the question from the husband. Fais, the young man who was born and raised in the city coupled with the association during college away from parents certainly really understand this kind of thing. Very inversely proportional to the wife he just married.

Fais shifted his seat facing Cut with one hand supporting his head. With one of his hands, he gently touched Cut's cheeks that were clean without pimples. “You very rarely look at me, why?”

Cut came back embarrassed. He also squeezed his fingers because Fais had managed to make him nervous again.

Fais twisted Cut's chin to look at him slowly he brought his face closer until both ends of their noses touched. “See me!”

Cut ventured to stare at Fais slowly and –

Cup...

A kiss back Fais lay on his wife's lips gently. Fais's hand, which had been on his chin, was now slowly moving towards the nape of his wife. And kiss after kiss again Cut accepted resignedly mixed with shame and a strange taste that has never been felt before.

A kiss that was soft with a fast duration now begins to turn into a hard kiss. Fais looked so much that Cut lost this game. Azan's voice rang out into their room.

Fais was still holding the nape of his wife covered in a cloth head covering. Without asking for his wife's approval, Fais opened Cut's hijab for the first time slowly. Cut came back embarrassed when her husband opened his headscarf. “You are very beautiful.” Fais said after successfully opening the Cut hijab.

Fais got up from his seat while holding Cut's hand. Without question, Cut followed Fais right in front of the room door.

Spigot...

Fais locked the door with one hand and turned to face his wife. The hand that had been grasping tightly Cut's hand now turned to the waist of the wife after previously pushing slowly the wife in her arms. Cut's heart was pounding when his chest hit the husband's chest. For the first time they hugged like this.

“What are you afraid of?”

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