The Longing for Perfection
Honeymoon 3

Farah looked down as Zayn looked at her with a smile. There's a hue on both cheeks. His heart is beating great.

Zayn's hand stretched out to rub Farah's delicate cheek and she lowered her head to kiss the tip of her head. Then move slowly make a kiss on the entire face Farah to bring their lips together.

Farah closed her eyes, her hands tightly clasping the clothes Zayn was wearing.

Slowly, Zayn picked it up. Take him to the bed and begin to take him to the gates of heaven.

So quiet and quiet. Slowly they began to fall in love. Slowly they began to drift in the strains of love they had built.

Farah prepared herself very well. No heartbeat because of anxiety, at this time he began to carry the desire of beauty that Zayn gave. He's really ready. But ... still. His body seemed to resist and even seemed to oppose. It's too painful, it hurts.

Farah biting her lips strongly, she tried to fight this pain. He tried to calm his heart and mind. But this is so incredibly painful. He shook with tears. He really isn't strong. In the end, she was completely unable and cried. He even subconsciously pushed Zayn's body firmly.

Zayn let out a long sigh, he was silent. He gave up and did not force. He felt sorry for Farah. The woman looked very sick.

Zayn attentively wiped Farah's tears and then tried to calm her down.

Farah cried so much that she couldn't make her voice just to apologize to Zayn. The woman clasped Zayn's hand and kissed him.

Zayn kissed his forehead once more. She then enveloped Farah and put her clothes back on.

"Honey, drink first" said Zayn. He brought a glass of water to Farah. Zayn attentively helped Farah to gradually sip her drink.

"Do you need warm water to compress it?" zayn asked after putting Farah's glass. He looked at Farah lovingly, rubbing Farah's head in affection. The woman shook her head. He is not yet able to speak. He was still as excited and clasped Zayn's hand. Again, she could not give Zayn the right to be her husband. Again, Zayn could not take his wife's virgin flowers.

Zayn. "It's okay, Farah," Zayn answered willingly. He really isn't forcing. Zayn lowered his head and kissed Farah. "I'll wait until you're ready."

Farah hugged him. "Thank you, Mom," said Farah, disappointed in herself.

Zayn lowered his head kissed her forehead and then returned his embrace.

"It's late" said Zayn. He closed his eyes. Tonight ... he still can't take his wife's virgin flowers. It's okay, he'll try again later.

On the other hand, Farah felt ashamed. She feels like a lousy woman because she still can't relax on her bridal night. She felt guilty for not being able to give that right to her husband. The beautiful night they imagined, in fact, remained a disappointing night.

"Oh my God, what am I?" Farah asked in her heart. She can't sleep all night thinking about herself and Zayn's disappointment with her.

Farah became unhappy the first time she came. He became moody and just quietly sat on the back porch while staring at the open sea there.

"Honey, we have not visited Annora beach, we have not done snorkeling. Yuk get ready," Zayn asked. He stood beside Farah's chair. There was no response from the woman.

Zayn let out a low sigh and then sat down beside Farah. A move that surprised the woman.

"Mass?"

Zayn. "Why do you think, hmm?" ask Zayn.

Farah looked at him. "Mas, go home yuk."