Love Stay Here
Bridal Night

After bathing and praying Silvia slightly makeup herself also wear perfume on her body. She remembered Intan's message in order to keep her husband's eyes and heart and she was working on it.

The girl set herself in front of the mirror of her bedroom closet. She smiled shyly at his unusual appearance. He who usually sleeps in long pajamas now wears a knee-length dress with a small rope tied around his shoulders.

He waited long enough while replying to the chat from his friends. But because of tired and sleepy Silvia also chose to sleep.

Deri entered his wife's room. The decorated room is so beautiful as the bridal room. He sighed when he saw his wife sleeping under the blanket.

The clock has shown at half 12 p.m. It is natural that his wife has slept especially all day following their wedding reception which never stops guests coming even without an invitation. They willingly come to be happy with the marriage of the daughter of the person who contributed a lot to them.

The Silvia family is famous for being generous. They empower the community without charge even given business capital so as to make their economy better.

Deri did not expect that there were many unique gifts from the guests. Some bring agricultural products, livestock cultivation, and crafts. Imagine someone who brings rice, vegetables, fruit, fish, duck, chicken and even goat. Unique crafts are a pair of watches made from cow bones made by residents.

There are words still in his heart. "Silvia's gang can't see anyone else. He is willing not to eat the important thing his foster children are full. He's a good man, so he'll always be in everyone's prayers. God must have protected the good man" said a middle-aged woman who was a foster mother in Silvia's halfway house.

Deri looked gently at his wife from where she stood. Breathing deeply in regret for turning away. Now he realized the woman in front of him was a great woman figure that many people loved.

Too long daydreaming, finally Deri went to take a bath and prayed. He prayed that his heart would be awake for his wife. He asked that he be a good priest for his family.

His body attached to the wife can smell the fragrance of perfume used by Silvia. He looked at that sweet face. There was a flutter on his chest.

Slowly his hands gently rubbed Silvia's cheeks. He kissed her forehead and then down to the cheeks and moved to the lips. She felt so sweet that her tiny lips made her want again and again.

Silvia who felt her sleep disturbed opened her eyes slowly. How surprised he was when he found a man in his room even his position was very close to him.

Silvia almost screamed before realizing she was married. The girl smiled embarrassedly with her face down. Deri raised his wife's face and kissed her lips slowly and she accepted.

Feeling the green light Deri became more excited. The kiss that was originally slow turned into a hot and deep passion. Plus his hand that can't be conditioned. Be Silvia like a hot worm. Squirming here and there makes the adrenaline of Deri more encouraged.

Long enough Deri plays his wife's body to make the woman helpless controlled by lust. Then what happened should have happened.

Deri kissed his wife's forehead full of appreciation. "Thank you for choosing and accepting me, baby. I'm sorry that my love is no bigger than yours. But trust me I will try to be the best for you" whispered softly and of course the wife did not hear

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Sekar and Bima also enjoy their night in different ways. Bima invites Sekar to take a walk to enjoy the atmosphere of the night in Jakarta that seems to never sleep. Downstream residents are looking for their own needs.

Bima invited to eat at the cafe but Sekar chose to eat at the Lesehan stall. The menu was simple just pecel catfish plus fried chicken and hot tea. Bima who was initially uncomfortable for a long time began to be able to adapt. How else, he could lose the target if he refused.

" Now, I'm bribing. Aaaa," Bima asked Sekar to open his mouth but the girl remained silent until her hand felt sore..

"Let's dong, Rum my hand is sore, nih," complained Bima who began to lower her hand a little. She forced the girl to open her mouth and put the food into her mouth to digest.

"We go there, let's see the street artist in action," Bima with his hand holding Sekar to pull him to come with her.

"Look at their actions." Bima pointed to a painter who was painting the face of a visitor's order with a fast but neat movement.

Sekar was unable to hide his admiration until he ordered it. This time it was not a photo of her being alone like the one from before. Sekar painted with Bima. They look very harmonious. Anyone who saw it would think that the two were lovers who were dating.

After the order so Bima invited her girl to watch the dance performance that circled until she who saw it felt dizzy. But strangely the dancer did not feel that. The girl then put money in the box provided by the dancer in exchange for an amazing show.

Now they turn to a man with a golden voice who sings a song accompanied by his partner's violin music. Music that is able to bring a soothing romantic atmosphere until unconsciously the hands of this lovebirds hold friendly.

The night is getting late. I feel hungry again. He invites Bima to find food or warm drinks. Until the two arrive at a shop that sells the menu wedang round. This typical drink of Javanese land is famous for being able to warm a cold body.

There is a feeling of relief when the stomach is warm again. Now there is no more awkward atmosphere between the two. They really enjoy being together like lovers.

Sekar and Bima until the house is already midnight. Their faces seemed happy. The face of young Mudi who is kasmaran. But each other did not dare to express the taste that was in their hearts.

Bima even drove Sekar to the front door of his room. He wanted to come in and spend time with the girl. But his sanity is still awake. He does not want his love to be filled with lust. He wanted her to believe that she would be safe with him.

Until the morning, they were both awake. Feel the heartbeat is not as usual. Both Bima and Sekar felt that his love did not clap one hand. And their hearts promise to fight to be united in the sacred bond of marriage.

For Bima Sekar is the first love and for Sekar Bima is the last as a port of his heart.