When Married?
The KM Part 31

The dawn had dawned, a golden light appeared on the eastern horizon blending with the blue sky. The beautiful nature of the painting amazes every eye that looks at the work of the Creator.

This morning, in a big bed two people who were in a drunk romance were sleeping hugging each other after last night expressing each other's feelings in a blue, moving atmosphere, make their hearts more intertwined and beautifully intertwined in a feeling called love.

The sound of an alarm from the Flower's phone disturbed their beautiful dreams, Literature woke up and took the Flower's phone on the nightstand and then turned off the alarm.

Flowers open their eyes but he even tightened his embrace on the lover of the heart.

"Honey I'm still sleepy, we sleep again, after all this is the weekend," said spoiled flowers and then closed his eyes again.

"Daughter is sleeping." Literature smiled and held the Flower into her arms again.

"What's your stomach now? any better?"

"Hmm.. it's been very good, thanks to someone's magical hand." The flower further submerged itself in the chest of the field of Literature.

"Flower, do you know? now you're fishing for a sleeping tiger inside of me to roar out of the cage" he said as his hand rubbed his girl's back.

"I don't care!" Flowers even sniff the chest of Literature, he really likes the masculine aroma of the perfume that his girlfriend wears, making him always at home and want to linger inhaling it.

"Based on a bad girl!" The literature tickling the Flower made the girl laugh with foresight.

"Ahaha... Geez, pardon Sas, already ah I am geliiiii...."

The two of them laughed and hugged each other. The flower clung tightly to Sastra and the girl fell back asleep due to the gentle strokes of Literature on her back that allowed her to fall asleep.

Literature obviously can not sleep anymore, because the tiger inside him has really roared. He got up slowly and chose to take a cold bath so that the awakened tiger would fall back asleep.

After changing into clothes Literature went to the kitchen to make breakfast, then shortly the door opened and seen Flowers out of the room still wearing her nightgown.

The girl approached Literature and immediately hugged her from behind and rubbed her on her back with her eyes closed. Since last night the girl became spoiled and stuck to the padanys, it seems like the flowers began to be contaminated with the virus bucin Literature Prawira.

"Why are you awake? Isn't he still sleepy?" Literature asked while preparing the eating bowl.

"Nobody was curled, so I woke up," he murmured with his eyes closed.

Literature chuckled, she turned around so now their positions were hugging each other face to face. "Bring first there, after you shower we'll have breakfast together."

"I don't want to, I want to do this." Flowers instead rested her head on Literature's chest while hugging her with her eyes closed again.

"If you don't want to, do I take a shower?" The literary mode is back as usual.

"That perverted fuck!" Flowers let go of her embrace and with lazy steps she walked into the bedroom, then headed straight for the bathroom.

After finishing the bath Flowers only wear a towel wrapped around her body, then when reflecting on the sink she sees many red marks on her upper chest and on her neck. Flowers are surprised if he has a skin disease, is this dangerous? Then still with just a towel he ran out of the room and shouted.

"Baby, Sastraaaaa...."

"What's the matter baby, why are you yelling." Then Literature turned her head and immediately choked because Bunga only wore a short towel on his body.

"Here you see why my skin is like this? did I get a skin disease outbreak? well how is this, I'm afraid that this is dangerous and leaves marks on the skin" he said frantically.

Literature tried to neutralize his breath because of the tempting scenery in front of him, but then he smiled thinning his lips to see the results of his masterpiece last night even though last night ended not as he hoped.

"It's not a skin disease, but it's a kissmark".

"Kissmark what is it?" The flower asked innocently.

Literature chuckles because the girl is really adorable, even because so innocent Flowers do not know what a kissmark is.

The flowers were shocked but the blood rippled back when treated like that by her lover. Then Literature pulled her lips from there.

"This reddened skin is there because I made it" said Sastra while sweeping her finger at the former sip.

Blushh....

Flower's face instantly flushed red like a boiled crab, he turned around and flushed about running into the bedroom.

Had Bungaaaa.. stupid stupid fool fool! What a shame, why don't I know what a kissmark is.

The flower cursed itself while opening the closet to change clothes. He opened the door of the big closet, Flowers gawked because now inside it became increasingly crowded with literary clothes.

Since when were there so many clothes here? Is he planning to move here ? He kept his clothes at will and crossed the territorial line of my clothing territory.

Flowers grumbled because it seemed like yesterday Literature put her clothes haphazardly making the situation in the closet messy and chaotic. He was confused to wear clothes which is because the kissmark made by Literature almost filled his entire neck.

Literary Haish because your lips made my neck look like a leopard.

Today Bunga chose to wear a white long-sleeved high-collared shirt that was paired with jeans, then after finishing dressing she came out of the room for breakfast.

"Darling are you cold? why is your dress like that, "Literary asks while arranging breakfast at the table, he makes toast with eggs, cheese and lettuce.

"It's all because of you, so I have to wear clothes like people who are sick with the flu. I'm wearing it to cover the tracks you've made, if it looks like someone else must be very embarrassing" the girl replied.

"Hahaha, just let others see it, so they know that you have an owner." Literature grins.

"I'm a pet!" fierce shouting

"Don't love, but you're my lover."

Cup...

Literature stole a kiss on her girl's lips.

"Don't kiss, I'm still pissed. I just found out your lips are dangerous!" Flowers grumbling.

Literature is back. "You should get used to it, because in the future I will make more such paintings on you."

"Finally flirty! Flowers pinched the literary belly tightly.

"OK, okay, geez. Baby, I'm not gonna flirt anymore. Now eat, after this I'll take you shopping." Literature pulls a chair for Flowers.

"No need Sas, I take public transportation because for today I plan to shop for vegetables at the traditional market" said Bunga while chewing his breakfast.

"Why not at the supermarket anyway?" his protest.

"No no no, I want to go to the traditional market because he says there it's cheaper!"

"But I don't want to go there, I can't stand the smell of traditional markets!" Literature folded both her hands on her chest.

"Yes, you wait here."

"But I don't want to be here alone, I'll be bored to death." Literature sulks.

The flower breathed in annoyance. "Let's see, you come with me to the market but just wait in the parking lot, how?"

"Okay, deal.'