Will Never Let You Go
Our First Morning's

⁇ ️ This chapter contains adult conversations ⁇ ️

If usually a wife would wake up with her head resting on her husband's chest, then that was not the case for Ara. When he opened his eyes, his body felt like it had been crushed by a block of teak wood due to Darma's burly arms encircling his waist with the man's face buried in his chest. "Mas, get up," he said feeling claustrophobic.

"Hmm ... in five minutes, Ma," murmured Darma indistinctly.

Ara's eyes widened. Did her husband say that just now? Ma'am? The mama? "Mas, wake! It's me Ara is not a mama."

"Yes, bent—" Darma's eyes opened wide. Raising his head, he grinned the horse realizing his folly.

"Surge!"

"No. Nice gini, tender," said Darma swiping his face against his wife's chest.

"Mas! Shame, uh!" Ara's frowning face was greeted with Darma's naughtiness.

"Ngapain shame. Gini's pretty, really." Darma gradually rose so that his face was parallel to Ara's face. Afterwards, the man whispered in his wife's ear, "Especially if it's fitting merek kayak semalem."

Ara closed her eyes, dampening the vexation in her heart. Darma model men are supposed to be thrown behind a weapon so that his mouth does not constantly say indecent sentences. "You want me to tell you not how you expression when you call my name. Ara ... Ara ... I ... Araaav ...." She mimicked her husband's facial features and voice moments before the man who still hugged her tightly experienced the release in exactly the same tone.

"Raaaaa ...." Darma called out his face. This time it scratched Ara's neck. "Thy know! How naughty you are. Who taught you?"

"Toddidn't!"

"By!"

"What, anyway, Mas? It's morning, you know, it's."

"It's okay. I feel lucky to have a bad wife."

Ara just smiled. Indeed, he also did not expect why so boldly he expressed himself in front of Darma. Especially when you remember what happened last night. As he lightly told Darma to put on clothes and clean the remnants of their romance on his body. "Mas, I'm gonna take a shower."

"Bareng, huh?"

"No, ah. Shame." Shame in the mouth.

"Not going to do anything, really." Is a sentence that Darma also said when Ara first visited the man's house which led to the two of them having the first kiss.

Ara suddenly put on a watchful face. "I don't believe it. Inget no Mas Darma also ever talk like the first time playing to the house and ngajak to the room."

Darma showed off his streak of white teeth. "Hehehe. Good thing you found a nice guy like me, Ra. Abis you if it's the same Aldo."

Speaking of Aldo, Ara remembered that there were many questions about her former boss who was now married to a woman who had been chasing her husband. "By the way, Mas, why did Mr. Aldo get married to Imelda?"

"Imelda's pregnant."

Ara's lips are manyun. "Not that ... does not mean Imelda likes Mas Darma?"

"Imelda is weird."

"How weird? He used to, really, yeah .. even though he used to look so arrogant."

"Now is still. It's just because you married me that I've changed."

Ara's gaze was scouting. "That I didn't marry Mas Darma is arrogant?"

"Maybe." Darma shrugged both shoulders, unconcerned. "You be careful if it's her."

"Why?"

"Because she's weird."

"Maaasssss .. clear, dong, clear."

Darma exhaled a long breath. Very lazy in the first morning of his marriage even told to gossip about the wife of his best friend.

Releasing his embrace, Darma made his right arm a cushion, while his left arm was worn by Ara. "My cousin used to love her, but Imelda said she likes me. Because I don't like him, yeah, I'm so cute. He's bosen times, keep running to Aldo. The realness of Aldo was also from a long time ago temehek with him. Be, their relationship is like it's now."

"Ngapain dating? I can't date ML."

"Oh, Mas .. why do they often do it?"

"Yes, if not often it is not possible for Imelda to get pregnant." Darma bobbing head. Although Ara is not too innocent, but the problem of body relations without the status of marriage seems to be a very taboo for the woman. "That's why I immediately refuted the time Oma said you were nothing compared to Imelda. I don't know, you're horrified or no time during the day before I finally go to London."

"I was horrified ..," said Ara with a smile that was hard to interpret.

"He is nothing compared to you, not the other way around" said Darma, then bombarded his wife with a kiss. "I know a lot about Imelda, so I want to laugh when Aldo is shocked because Imelda ngaku was not a virgin before they did it for the first time. Aldo thought Imelda was just some kind of matre chick who put up sky-high self-esteem."

"Who was first?" Really, for Neptune's sake Ara is really kepo.

"Temen college time in Spore first. Good guy, anyway, Ra. Rich again. His pocket money is five million a day. You if you meet him might as well be klepek."

"Gee! Offhanded!" Ara elbowed her husband's stomach, not accepting. "I'm not, yeah!"

"Yeah .. I want, anyway, when you prevent me from making it past our fitting limits at the villa." Darma gave a warm smile. "You are different."

Inevitably, Ara became proud. "But, Mas .. How do you know such things? Actually, yes, if the guy sleeps the same who is reported to his friends?"

Darma. "Yes, but not all that."

"If you?" Ara's eyes were squeaking.

"I never. New first time with you."

"Tell?"

"Not believe it?" Darma put on his most serious look. "If I want to be naughty already, Ra, but, unfortunately I can't do it like that if I don't use feelings. Can't turn on."

"Nobody was fishing?"

"Later to tell me you're jealous and angry is unclear. I was wrong. That's the girl."

"No, I'm not angry. Masss .. come on." Ara hugged Darma's waist. Wiggling it was like a child sulking asking for candy.

"If the seductive, yes, many. Not just a girlfriend, but back to me who can't if you don't use heart."

Ara mangosteen. She did not choose the wrong husband.

"Why diem? You, you, are lucky to get me," said Darma jumawa.

"Mas was lucky to get me too." Ara doesn't want to lose.

"Yes ... Darmasena Nugraha is the luckiest man because he has a wife Arasellia Winata" he said aloud.

"Mas, what the fuck, the hell, yells at it." Ara slammed into Darma's thigh because the man sounded exaggerated.

"Why? You envious? Want to scream too? Here I make a yell to dry."

"No way!" reject Ara.

However, late! Darma as fast as lightning had already encased his body.

"Mas, don't want to! I'm waiting for you at home."

Darma glanced at the clock on the wall. "It can still play once. Later at your house not necessarily be able to play."

"Main, main. What to wear in playin!"

"It!" Nimbly Darma had revealed his T-shirt worn by Ara, then buried his face in his wife's chest with his tongue that was so clever toying on the top of the hill.

The ara? The woman could only feel the pleasure her husband was giving her. Weak! Say Ara is weak, but the woman doesn't care especially now that Darma's naughty fingers are playing around down there. Ready to deliver his body to the point of satisfaction that makes him limp, but tasty, but tired, but want again.