
After the reception is over, the couple will now go on a honeymoon to the Maldives Islands. All preparations had been completed, so after the reception the two were already at the airport.
"Mom, Milley left first, yes, I'm looking after health" said Milley.
"Yes, honey, you take care of your health. Don't bother your husband" Lena told her daughter.
The two hugged each other after that, nothing else could reveal their happiness back then.
"If your husband is naughty, you can call Papa or Grandpa" Andreas told Milley.
"Yes, Pa. Thank you for taking care of Milley's mother."
"Together, darling. Once you get to the hotel, don't forget to contact us."
Dylan and Milley nodded simultaneously. After a farewell to his family, Milley and Dylan soon enter their private plane that will take him to the Maldives Islands.
Inside the plane, Dylan's hands were unceasingly clasping Milley's hands as if afraid that Milley would come off. The fear that Milley would suddenly leave was reasonable because many liked Milley and hoped that they would not unite.
"Dylan, let's go why, it's on the plane!" lamented Milley.
Dylan shook his head spoiledly.
"I don't want Milley, I'm afraid of losing you."
"God ...." Milley patted his eel.
"Why? You don't like us getting married?" dylan asked confusedly.
Milley laughed at this.
"It's not so, dear Dylan. Aren't we just the two of us on this plane, uh wrong, with a couple of waiters and a pilot anyway."
"Create ...."
"Yes, don't be too over dong, after all, nothing can separate us if you stick around like a stamp, wkwkwk."
Cup.
"Maybe Dylan stole an opportunity from me" Milley murmured.
Perhaps out of annoyance, Milley gave Dylan a gift by pinching his stomach. Success made Dylan complain.
"Aw, sick dear ...."
Dylan rubbed his stomach which Milley had just pinched, acting as if Milley was hurting him. The lazy Milley just threw away his face from being upset.
"They're the ones who started!"
Seeing the moaning Milley, Dylan immediately hugged Milley's slender body. Leaning his head against Milley's shoulders. Milley's feathers instantly brushed. He's never been this sensitive to Dylan.
However, Dylan was getting more and more indulged towards him. Kissing the scent of Milley's body gave her its own serenity in her heart.
"If we had been married a long time ago, maybe there was a baby in here today" said Dylan, wiping Milley's flat stomach.
Milley smiled awkwardly in response to Dylan's words just now. His heart rippled listening to the true expression of Dylan's heart.
"Maybe so, but it turns out that God gives a more beautiful gift to our love."
Milley cupped Dylan in the face, looking at him expectantly. Dylan looked at Milley with love. Dylan held onto Milley's hands, and his face drew closer to his.
"Let me be the guardian of your heart and a priest in our household."
"No I'm gonna let anyone hurt you, i-"
Milley cut Dylan's words.
"Hopefully after this there is only happiness accompanying our journey of love, Aamiin."
"Aamiin's."
Dylan grabbed onto Milley's body, clutching it in warmth, until it was not as if the two were sleeping with each other due to exhaustion. During a trip to the Maldives, Milley fell asleep, while Dylan woke up after getting a phone call.
He saw the face of Milley who had officially become his wife, then he took a prayer in it when Dylan again kissed Milley's forehead.