Although Not Perfect
Concurs

The man held back his laughter and sat on the bed opposite me who was sitting in front of the dresser.

I still try to brush off my dirty thoughts just by looking at her bare-chested. Jeez Amel, since when did your brain start bawling like this....

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"Mas Reza heard yes, even though we often see romantic movies, it does not mean like adult films, I am more touched if there is a man who respects a woman, I think a relationship is not just fulfilling the needs of ***, right .. "clearly me while trying to hide my awkward feelings.

For a moment I saw him seem to think.

"All right, I'm gonna try to be that man of your dreams, Mel! Teach me, what should I do, hmm?"

Really, suddenly an evil thought appeared in my brain. Is it true tonight I can get away with it without hurting her heart?

Suddenly the mother's banter ringing in my ears, lest I refuse when the husband invites to make love, I may be cursed by an angel until morning.

But maybe there's a way that he won't want me at least anytime soon, but I still feel so awkward about him that I have to make sense.

After five seconds of thinking, I started planning silly ideas.he..

"Be my girlfriend..."

Now the man raised both eyebrows.

"Daughter? ”

"Actually I've wanted to have a girlfriend, to hold hands, to rub her sweat, to cry on her chest, but that kind of physical contact as a Muslim is impossible to do, after all, it makes me uncomfortable and anxious, how if he is not my soul mate later and when changing partners it feels like futile and there are regrets why spoiled with the man who used to be, he said, so next. Because now you're my husband, I won't worry anymore either." I explained at length.

I saw Reza nodding his head as if digesting the ravings from me.

"Hmmm...can!"

Asyiiiik.yelling me in the heart.

"But if you're really stupefied to be my girlfriend, there are so many consequences lo.." I asked again.

“consequences?"the answer looked at me

“What mas Reza can refrain from doing that as long as we are still dating…?" I asked carefully too.

“Alright .. I will try not to be tempted by you!" he answered with a smile after thinking for a moment.

We shake hands. Then she got up from her seat, ruffled my hair and walked into the bathroom.

Woooowww finally I can sleep well tonight, fun.

Just so you know I was thinking about what would happen on my first night that made my head migraine from being awake until midnight yesterday.

But the other side of my heart began to suspect, why a man was treated to a virgin who was halal for him, can resist his desires, lest he not lust the same flat girl as me.

Hhhhh.bodo very deh, which is important tonight I have to sleep well until morning...

"Tok.tok.." The sound of knocking on my bedroom door, making my dreams evaporate.

I pushed my body to the left right, there was still the rest of the tired of yesterday's event, I should sleep a few more hours so that my fatigue was gone.

Kuraih combed and rubbed my eyes. I heard the sound of people bathing, maybe it was Reza.

I lazily dragged my feet towards the door of the room and opened it.

"Met the morning of the newlyweds..." Tasya with sparkling eyes greeted me.

"Tasha?? What time is it...?!?"I shut my mouth from yawning, it seems like I just slept for two hours why there's been another call.

"Oh my goodness, Amel, how many rounds have you done it, until your eyes are like pandas .." by my sister-in-law.

I just respond to him. Then he looked into the room.

I am still lazy to reply. Suddenly Reza was beside me drying her hair with a towel.

Smelled a refreshing aroma from him, I became inferior because I had not yet taken a bath.

"What's wrong?"tanyanya.

"Tasya tuh piktor mulu.."my heart soon passed to take a bath.

“I only remind you of dawn prayers aja mas, worried you missed it because of the sloveness.he.he.."tasya said with a sentence that has many meanings.

"Hmm.Well, thank you miss the alarm...."

I laughed when I heard Reza's words to his sister.

"By the way, how's Semalem?" my ears still heard Tasya who was curious about her brother's introductions.

"Little children do not kepo ya.."sohut mas Reza while scrambling Tasya's hair and then close the door back room.

"Little boy? Hey your wife is the same age as me…!! "Tasya was still mumbling out of curiosity.

After taking a bath, Reza became a priest for the first time in our morning prayers.

That morning after breakfast Reza took me to his house. The house that used to be inhabited with the late mbak Vina.

The house is not so far from my housing, less than half an hour has entered the housing complex owned by Reza.

Entering the yard of his house I saw a garden quite spacious with various flowers lined in a well-maintained pot.

Although not as big as Tasya's house, but because it is pure white so impressed spacious. I see the backyard is also quite spacious, it looks like this is the original from the developer there has been no additional space.

Below there is only one guest room and one restroom for the warehouse, while the second floor has three bedrooms.

"Everything is still the same as three years ago, do you mind if we stay here?”mas Reza flat said.

Maybe he is remembered by his late wife, however he really loves mbak Vina.

"Eh..why mind? The house is nice kok”sahutku when circulating my view.

This house is much larger than a mother's house with a variety of furniture that must be expensive, so for me who have a simple life there is no reason to mind living in this luxurious house.

"Because now you are the owner of this house.you can change it” said mas Reza again.

Waduuh, if he behaves sweetly like this, for a long time my heart begins to expand.

"Eee..I like the interior, nothing is changed deh.."hut I grin, actually I do not know about the house.

Look at the mother's house, just put it that is important to fit, because the space is also limited, he..

"Who took care of all this?looks cleaned up often.."my lot

"There is Rijah ma'am who comes in the morning and evening to clean the house, purify and iron my clothes" he said.

"Booking too?"

"I'm used to cooking by myself.."

Thank God, my prayer is granted to have a husband who can cook.wk.

Mas Reza took me up to the second floor into the main room.

"This is our room..."

Bluuush, even though we've been sleeping in the same bed since last night, I'm still embarrassed to hear it.

I hid the awkwardness by walking towards the window and opening the curtains that covered it.

“I will replace these photos "his words while wiping the photos of his wedding with mbak Vina with a sad face.