Rainbow In Someone's Cloud
Pdlas29. Room access

"Honeymoon package huh?" The receptionist seemed to be looking at Kaf's data on his computer. 

"Yes." Yeah." Kaf still looks tense. 

"Come, ushered." Dayana does not provide keys or cards for access to our hotel rooms. 

"Who? No need, I asked for access to his room," explained Kaf suddenly. 

"What's wrong, I need to talk." He brought something that was probably our hotel room access, but he put it in his pocket. 

"I don't have to talk to him, neither do we have a problem." Kaf embraced me, his breath clearly audible. 

"We don't have a problem, but we need to talk." Dayana left her reception desk, she walked over to us. 

There were two receptionists there, so the reception desk was still there to guard. 

"I don't need to." Kaf took me one step back. 

Dayana glanced at me, then her eyes glanced at my husband's face. "Originally you know, Kaf. Your stepmom persuaded me to leave you."

Mama Aca's? 

I looked up at my husband's face, because my body was short like a biyung so I needed to look up my face in order to see his. He looked at Dayana, then looked down at me. 

Suddenly, he held back his laughter. 

"What?" He chuckled amusedly by rubbing my face with his hand dangling from my shoulder. 

His face was serious, but he suddenly laughed amusedly when he saw my eyes. Yes indeed what he saw must be my eyes, what else is visible? Are my forehead and eyebrows funny? Or do my eyes look like babies? 

"Where is Kazakhstan's Fiki?" tanyaku. 

His laughter broke, he took me back to Dayana and I laughed with him. I don't understand where the funny thing is, but hopefully our laughter doesn't offend Dayana. 

"We don't finish the debate." Kaf muffled his laughter. "I'm asking for access to his room first, right?" He let go of my embrace and he turned to face Dayana again. 

I followed Kaf's movements, I kept looking at the woman I thought was rude to stare at the opposite sex. Moreover, there was clearly me as his wife Kaf. 

"We're not getting delivered, we need time for both. After all, there must be a clue to the room that I have ordered, you just need to say what floor," explained Kaf gently. 

"But there's something I need to talk about." The woman took one step forward, she was about to reach out to Kaf's hand who routinely worked with full energy to dissect her patients. 

"Dude…." I held Kaf's hand first, then shook it. 

"Why?" He looked down at me. 

I nodded and smiled. I disturbed my husband, so that Dayana would not touch my husband's hand. 

"Sister…." Suddenly Kaf faced the reception desk, he spoke to the other receptionist. 

Our hands did not fall off. 

"Can we request access to our room without ushering in?" then Kaf revealed. 

The other receptionist even threw his eyes at Dayana. Ah, it's complicated when Kaf has paid the obvious. 

I kept watching Dayana, until Dayana gave her friend access to the door. Because Kaf kept facing the reception desk, while I was behind him and troublesome right hand. 

"You must be fooled, right? I know you've never responded to any girl, Kaf. You guys can't forget about us, right? Until you're married by parental coercion, let's continue your life without me, right?" Dayana looked at Kaf's ears. 

"I'm from High School bullied she keeps, uncomfortable. Father give permission, if he already has a specialist degree," I replied honestly. 

"Thank you." Looks like Kaf got access to his room. 

"Whatwas? You're uncomfortable, Dek? Hm, hm, hm…. Yesterday is God's permission for us to worry. Come on, gaskan." Kaf took me away. 

"Why uncomfortable? I smell it." Kaf kissed my left hand which was interlocked with his right. 

"While noisy, I love you if you meet. So scared," I'm honest. 

He laughed off. Then he flanked my neck as he walked, he no longer held my hand back. 

"According to Adek, is it real or fake? Suppose that word comes to Dayana's mouth again, do you want to believe?" His hand that flanked my neck, turned to rub my head. 

Fortunately, the hotel is empty. Even though he and I are husband and wife, I am ashamed to make out with him like this. Because I think it's kind of outrageous. 

"I don't know, but what is your motivation for marrying me other than because of yesterday's problems? Is it because I'm a father's son?" I don't think about Dayana's words, but I'm not sure if she loves me that much. 

I don't think there is any other man's true love more than my father's. 

"If I had a reason, I could use that excuse for another woman. I don't, in any big city, meet a lot of women, but I can take care of myself and my heart."

What relation? I don't get it. 

"Why should you guard your heart? Was it yesterday bujang?" I grabbed his hand and brought his hand to dangle down saia, I felt his hand rubbing my head continuously. 

I was worried about suddenly becoming sleepy. 

"Udah I said, I have no reason. If I had, I would've made up that excuse to get another woman." He asked me to get into an elevator. 

I thought about that sentence, what the hell does it mean? Time to keep your heart needs a reason? Or is it true, if he married me because of the wishes of his parents? Moreover, Dayana asked Mama Aca to leave Kaf. I started to get influenced by Dayana's words, which I thought had a point too. 

He pulled my temple to look over and looked up at his face. However, he suddenly flicked the cover of my face and he brought his lips closer to my mouth. 

Sticking and just a glance. I think he'd give me what, I don't feel like it's the kiss I've seen in the movie on Ra's laptop playlist. 

The cover of my face closed again, then he loosened his hand which had pulled my temple. I'm still confused, why is he like that? I looked up and looked back to see his face. 

"Why?" I was confused, because he was holding a happy smile. 

In the elevator that was just the two of us, he acted just as well. Luckily we were married and there was no one else here. 

"What's wrong, why is that?" His smile was obvious as he answered my question. 

Where did my brain think? Hmm, it's just so shit. 

"Knees like that? If there's anyone, how about it?" I glanced from the reflection of the elevator door that reflected my body image. 

"You read the situation first, there's no harm in kissing your wife."

Ohh, so he called it kissed? I guess kiss those lips like I've seen in Ra's movie collection. Yes until wet, exchanging saliva and twisting each other. 

"Eh, Bang. Dayana why is that? Why is he impressed by the protests?" I thought back to what I was thinking, after I got an answer about my husband's actions just now. 

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