MY HUSBAND STROKED BUT DID NOT DIE
Chapter 8 FIRST NIGHT

After a day of exhausting events, Arka chose to return to his own home. With me certainly.

Actually my in-laws disagree. They want us to stay one night. But Arka gave the right reason.

Because the event is held at home, surely until the night the house will be crowded by people, who are still busy cleaning the house.

Finally, with a heavy heart, they agreed. The place should come again. There may be guests coming.

Rather than arguing that there will be no end to it, we finally agreed. That night we headed to our house.

Arka mas house anyway, but since I officially became his wife, be our home. The house that will accompany our household trip. The house that will be the home of our children. That's what my husband said.

During a relationship with Arka's mas, my husband, I was once invited to this house. That wasn't long either. Just take the things that are left behind.

We were afraid we couldn't keep ourselves alone in the house. That's why we avoid it.

In my home too if the Arka mas come, the door is always open wide. Fear of the temptation of the damned shetan.

When we arrived, we immediately entered. I sat on the living room couch. I dare not go inside.

"Cock sitting there. Go inside dong. This is now your home as well" asked Arka.

Then lead me in. I'm still awkward. I look at space by space. All neatly arranged.

Our house is not as big as my in-laws' house. It was big enough for both of us to live.

There are three rooms. One of the biggest rooms, that's Arka's mas room. That will be our room.

One room is used as a working room. And another room was left empty. There's only a small bed. Just in case there are guests staying. Although no one has stayed here all this time.

Mas Arka used to clean and clean his own house. All the housework he did himself. For clothes, he used to use loundry services. Only the underwear she washes herself, with the washing machine.

I went into the kitchen. Clean. Because Arka does not like dirty kitchens. He rarely uses it either. At best make instant noodles if forced to hungry midnight.

In the middle room, there is a television with a size not too big. Because the room is also no bigger than the living room.

The stuff in this house is not too much either. Mas Arka said, clean it up if there are too many items. I'm just a mangosteen.

Then Arka pulled my hand slowly, to go into her room. I started to enter it. Quite a spacious room. Twice as much as my room in my parents' house.

The room was also very neat. With pure white paint. One big bed. One wardrobe is also quite large. And a television attached to the wall of the room.

There is a bathroom in it too. Hmm.really an ideal room. Minimalist but modern.

I was standing next to the closet. Near the door. While Mas Arka sat on the edge of his bed.

"Here dong dear" asked Mas Arka, while patting next to him. I was surprised to hear the affectionate call from the Arka mas. He usually just calls my name.

I shyly approached him. Then Arka pulled my hand slowly, so I could sit next to her. I also obey him.

Mas Arka sat sideways, facing towards me. He also pointed my face to face him. He drew his face closer. Until there is no more distance.

I closed my eyes. Resignedly. I have to be ready with everything Arka will do to me. Because now, he is my husband. He has full rights over me.

And I, as a wife, am obliged to give her due. Tonight, I will present my most precious possession. Which I always look after.

I felt the scent of Arka's breath, which was right in front of my face. Then his lips*******softly my lips. A soft kiss while on the beach first.

I really enjoyed it. Long we held each other until we were out of breath. Then let each other go. I'm downcast embarrassed.

Arka raised my face again. He started it again. The longer, the more demanding. And his hands began to explore. I just sit back and enjoy it.

Enjoyed all the touches. In every inch of my body. Enjoying fondling. Until I didn't realize that my clothes had all come off.

Arka laid me down. You're holed me up underneath. And.he took me flying into the clouds.

Until we are both tired. Equally sprawled. Equally satisfied. Both are sound asleep. In warm embrace, plain bodies.

In the morning, I started to open my eyes. I saw next to me, my husband was still sleeping with his arms still holding me.

I slowly put his hand away. I want to clean myself up to the bathroom. Trudgingly, as it hurt a little in my core area, I walked towards the bathroom.

I lighted the water from the shower. The water made me feel refreshed. Although a little cold. I am not used to taking a bath with warm water.

Finished with my bath, I stepped out of the bathroom, using only the towel that was there.

I just remembered that I haven't had time to bring my clothes bag into my room. I woke up Arka's mas slowly. To ask her for help, get me my clothes, which are still in the living room.

Mas Arka squirmed slowly. He started to open his eyes. Staring at me who was standing beside the bed, wearing only a towel.

His eyes focused on me. Spontaneous my hand covered my front. I was embarrassed too.

Mas Arka then got up and suddenly grabbed me again. I, who was not ready, fell on his body. With a single hand, the towel I was wearing came off.

And Arka started it again. Start exploring again. Started to take me flying again.

Although there is still a little pain, but the delicious taste can cover it. I enjoyed it so much. Enjoy the beauty of that taste.

Not enough once. Mas Arka started it again, when I was sprawled. Like there's no satisfaction.

Until I finally gave up. My energy's up. Limply. Helpless. Sweat all over my body.

Arka let me fall asleep again. He covers our bodies. And we hugged back, headed to dreamland.

Before I close my eyes, I look at my husband. The face of the one who took my crown. On the first night.