Will Never Let You Go
Wedding Day

I hope someone reads yaaa

The hue of happiness is so clearly visible on their faces that they are dancing under the spotlight that only leads to the two. Orchestral music that melodious make their feelings dissolve. With a look of adoration and a smile that never separated from the lips of the two, Darma slowly leaned Ara's body back, then close his face until finally his lips are fused with the lips of the woman who this morning legitimately became his wife.

For a moment their eyes closed, feeling the sweet lips of each other.

"I love you" whispered Darma in Ara's ear shortly after the kiss came off. He re-established the woman's body, then left the bride just like that.

Under the lights that still faithfully highlighted her, Ara remained unmoved. His eyes looked at the confused Darma who had now moved away, then turned to all corners of the room when the invited guests were also made to wonder.

"What's? Why like this?" inner Ara anxious. He was already about to cry when the voice of the man he knew so well began to sound.

Moments later, Darma reappeared from the left side of the stage while singing Banda Neira's "Until So Dust.

Forever

Until we get old

Until it became dust

I'm in the one burrow

I'm next to you

Right after Darma finished singing the final lyrics and the man was now standing before her, Ara was unable to hold back her tears. Happy crying of course. Damn indeed! Ara did not expect that her husband could be this romantic. He couldn't resist as the man who tonight appeared so charming in a black tuxedo spread his arms, asking him to hug her in front of thousands of pairs of eyes.

"Capek, huh?" ask Darma so sitting on the bride's throne.

"Yes, but worth it, really. You did great."

Darma smiled, then rubbed the back of Ara's hand that had been in his grasp since. "It's over soon. Patience, yes."

Ara nodded small. His gaze now turns to Rendy Pandugo who tonight is present as one of the wedding singers at his wedding. While the invited guests were eating dessert before going up to the pelaminan to congratulate.

"Congrats, yes." With a big smile, Aldo greeted the bride.

Ara smiled back as she welcomed a friend's hand from her husband.

"Welcome to the club, Bro." Aldo and Darma are now doing men's tos.

"Congrat, Ra. By the way, your face looks so cape. Patience, yes, because the show's abis is finished will be more cape again," whispered Imelda, but it can still be heard by two men standing opposite next to her.

"You're coding, Yang? Come on, let's check in. Darma doang who can. Kangmas Aldo can also be times." Aldo.

About Ara and Imelda, their relationship is now better. This is the second time the women met after they were first reunited when Ara and Darma delivered a wedding invitation. There, Imelda apologizes for her actions and words that hurt Ara's feelings.

Ara did not even bother. Anyway, it's been a long time. He had even forgotten about it.

"Relieve it! Not horrified you from earlier I complained about pegels because of the shoes you buy. Look, here, my leg is swollen." Imelda ruffled her waist while showing her legs. The age of her pregnancy which is soon entering the 7th month really makes her easily tired and sore here and there.

The newlywed couple laughed at the household drama in front of him. "Sukurin!" cetus Darma sounds so satisfied.

"No need to forget everything. Not long ago I thought about what I was feeling. Wait for the play date, Bro," Aldo said confidently.

Darma and Ara's wedding reception is over when it's late at night. The couple are now walking down the aisle to their bridal room after saying goodbye to the extended families of both parties.

"Clean up first, yes, Ra," said Darma as he opened the hotel room door and they stepped in.

Ara could only nod because her heart was already beating incoherently. Imelda's words successfully poisoned her holy brain and now make her nervous in front of a man who has not even 24 hours to be her husband.

While Darma, casually he took off the flower pin on his left chest, then took off his suit just like that. "You want help?"

"Eh, oh ...." Ara blinked and her expression at times seemed so foolish. Darma could not hide his laughter.

"Why are you, hm? Here I'll help you get the zipper down."

Ara twisted her body while cursing her stupidity inwardly.

In a split second, Ara's back was now plastered in front of Darma. Yes, just the back! The dress did not fall on the floor as Ara held onto the front.

"Udah?" ask the woman.

"Udah."

"Why are you still standing there?"

"Seeblings."

"Maas ...."

"Iyaaaa ... shame, huh? Your cheeks are red." Darma teases blatantly.

"I want to take a shower first" said Ara, stepping into the bathroom pulling her suitcase, without ignoring her husband.

Darma wailed a smile, then followed behind his wife. "I'm ready for the water. I'm gonna take a shower, too."

"You're on the bathtube, I'm in the shower" explained Darma, who is currently busy waiting for full water, set the temperature, and lastly poured a few drops of aromatherapy. "Ready. Come in, gih," he continued to invite Ara.

The one who was told to just flinch still with her hands that had difficulty maintaining her already slightly sagging dress.

"Ra?"

"Yes, Mas Darma there, dong. Not here."

Darma. His wife is really funny. Similar to Junior High children who are first invited on a date. "Let's see everything soon, too."

"I'm tired, Mas. Can the pending not?"

"Hmmm .... Yeah, a shower. Let's take a break. I'm also very angry." While removing the buttons on his shirt Darma walked to the shower.

The man finished first while Ara who was still wallowing under the foam raised her head when she heard the bathroom door re-opened. He breathed a sigh of relief as Darma had already come out of the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Ara followed. Unlike Darma who was wearing a sleeping kimono and was now sitting leaning on the bed, Ara came out of the bathroom wearing a plain white T-shirt and pants that only covered half her thighs. His hair has been dry and the routine of wearing night skincare has also been done.

Forget about the lingerie because for Ara wants herself to wear a negligence if Darma really intends to eat it then what happens, happens.

Wait, what? What did he say? That Darma's intention? What does that mean subconsciously, actually Ara is also ready to do it?

"Feeling better?" darma asked as soon as Ara was already standing on the edge of the bed.

"Hmmm ...," answered Ara with a nod.

"Bobo here." Darma patted the pillow next to him.

Following orders, Ara crawled up to the bed, laying down her body with her husband's arm which she made a cushion.

"That's a tape, huh?"

"Yes, my feet hurt because I never wear shoes that high." I complained about what he felt.

"Pity. Hug here." Darma tilted his body, wrapped his free hand around Ara's waist, and raised one of his legs, piercing his wife's body.

Ara silence. Dare not to wiggle. Although it feels heavy, but honestly he misses this hug.

"Your shampoo's changing, huh?" Darma sniffed Ara's hair.

"No, really."

"But not usually." Darma strongly inhales the scent that emanates from his wife's hair, rubbing it to the end with his tongue now playing in Ara's ears.

"Maas ...."

There is no lawfulness. Darma's thin lips were already busy venturing into the cheeks and anchored on Ara's ruum lips. Slowly but surely, the man managed to restrain his wife's body.

Reflex, Ara put her hand on her husband's neck. The kiss deepened, hotter, and exciting as the tongues of the two intertwined within.

Their breath roars as oxygen levels in the lungs thin. The pagutan missed, Darma looked hungry Ara. "Still wanting to be pending ?"

The woman shook her head.

"Snake!" said Darma. His eyes then glanced down, seeing his wife's chest puffed up so that the top printed on the shirt worn. "Aren't you wearing?"

"I never sleep."

"God! Freelance, dad?"

And with mischievous Ara straightened her hand upwards, allowing Darma to let go. "Please."

"Ra! It's really naughty, you!"

"I'm naughty just like you. Don't like?"

"Like! Really like!" With a burning spirit Darma did his noble duty, escaping the white T-shirt from his wife's body. He gulped staring at the chest in front of him that seemed to challenge him. "Please all of you, Dad?"

"You too ... take it all away."

"You are the most naughty wife in the world and I like it." Darma immediately complied with his wife's wishes, followed by him pulling Ara's sleeping trousers complete with the inside.

God sake for! His wife is really sexy. Darma can't wait to quickly unite not only her lips, but also her body with Ara's body.

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I can say it's over, right, huh?