C6 Wanted Her

6. Wanted Her

The Ijab Kabul had been held, the people present seemed to enjoy the food that was served. No one whispered or told bad things behind their backs. That was because they knew what the relationship between Rifki and his wife, Resha, was like. Everything had become a common secret, how Resha behaved to her husband in public.

In the end, Amalia gave up on her son's decision. She accepted gracefully. After all, at a glance, Mesya's attitude was full of courtesy to her.

"Now that you are married, mama hopes that you act wisely and be fair to your family and your new wife, Rifki. Don't lean on either one, you have to be balanced, even though Resha's attitude was like that, she is still your wife, even though that woman was… Ah, never mind. " Amalia closed her mouth, giving advice which immediately got a nod from her son.

That was all she could say without caring about Mesya, before finally disappearing into her room. It was a little hard for Amalia to accept the fact that her son had a second marriage.

"Ready to go?" Rifki asked Mesya.

The girl who had officially become his wife just nodded obediently. She could already imagine what would happen in the future. Fully fulfill her obligations as a wife.

They also said goodbye to everyone, including Budi and his wife.

On the way, Mesya looks breathless. Her gaze was straight ahead. She kept reassuring her heart that there would be no regrets. All for the sake of her sister, for her recovery and Mesya hoped that was the best way for everyone.

Rifki turned off his car engine. The next second opened the side door in which was Mesya. "Come, get down."

Like a princess, Rifki invited Mesya to come down with one hand to welcome Mesya's hand.

Making the woman blush. The two of them walked hand in hand with Rifki in front. Passing the lobby and then approaching the receptionist. Rifki seemed to talk briefly, before finally saving his identification which was exchanged for a card.

Mesya only realized that she was brought to the hotel, after entering the elevator and walking down the corridor, which was lined with solid numbered doors. Entering a room that looks majestic with luxurious decorations.

Rifki sat on the side of the big bed which looked neat if Mesya noticed. "Mey, come here," Rifki said without hesitation. He unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, so that the fine hairs on his chest could be seen.

Mesya who was still standing motionless walked closer with slow steps, slightly averting her gaze which made her chest beat tighter.

"Ready?" Rifki whispered in her ear, making Mesya shudder with amusement.

It was her first time. With a million feelings of fear, she lowered her head. In the end she had no other choice but to fulfill her duty.

"If you're not ready, we can do it later," Rifki whispered while bringing himself closer to Mesya's ear. Honestly, he could not stand it anymore, especially when he saw Mesya's innocent behavior and looked adorable in his eyes. But, he also did not want to force his will.

If a man would love his partner after the woman gave herself, then unlike woman, she would love her partner after seeing his sincerity.

And between them, love had not grown at all.

"No, just do it. I'm ready." Mesya spoke with her head down, her tears she could not hide.

Rifki slowly approached, grabbed Mesya in his arms. Gave a sense of comfort so that neither he nor Mesya feel forced to do everything. "Please don't be too formal, we are legally married and hopefully in the future we can be better at going through everything, even though I know there is no love in your heart for me and so do I. We would try."

Mesya nodded in understanding and gave herself up. After a while. Rifki began to open one by one the cloth that wrapped his wife's body.

Gave a slow touch, so that Mesya was not disturbed. The two of them united themselves in a sacred bond, tasted each other, caught each other's breath, in one rhythm, until finally together they reached the peak heaven of happiness together.

That day, they even repeated it several times. Above all, Rifki felt happy because what he had been holding back and which he no longer got from his first wife, was finally realized with Mesya's presence. Moreover, he felt that Mesya was the first for him.

When night fell, Rifki ordered a lot of food for them to enjoy in their room. Slightly smiled when Mesya shyly headed to the bathroom with steps like pain from her actions.

"Does it still hurt?" Rifki asked spontaneously.

Mesya shook her head slowly and intended to leave her husband who turned out to be a fad too. But Rifki's hand was faster, so he deliberately carried his wife into the bathroom.

"Ah, please. I'm too shy …." Mesya whined spoiled and made Rifki laugh out loud.

"I've seen everything, why are you embarrassed, or do you want to add more," Rifki said with an ignorant glance that immediately got a pinch on his hand. "Aw, have you dared to play pinch, huh?" Rifki teased while lowering Mesya, the next second he idly tickled Mesya until the woman gave up and begged for forgiveness.

Rifki laughed widely which spread to Mesya, the two of them ended up joking with each other by tickling each other and playing with water. Rifki panted, then pulled Mesya in his arms. He was silent for a long time after receiving a reply from Mesya who also hugged him tightly. "Thank you Mey, for everything you have given." Rifki kissed the top of his wife's head.

"You're welcome. Hopefully you were not disappointed with me, and willing to guide me to be better."

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Rifki and Mesya enjoyed their first dinner in the hotel. Both of them feed rice to each other, with adoring eyes. Rifki did not let Mesya away from him. He also turned off his cell phone. Deliberately because he wanted to enjoy time together without any disturbance. After everything was done, Mesya wore a mukena and new clothes that Rifki had previously ordered. The two of them perform sunnah prayers together.

Rifki smiled in amazement when he saw Mesya, who understood religion and understood when she stretched out her hand. Then Rifki idly asked Mesya to recite short letters. What turned out to be unexpected, Mesya was very fluent in reciting verses, making Rifki feel amazed. In fact, during their marriage to Resha, they were rarely involved in religious matters. More precisely, Resha was always reluctant when Rifki discussed it.

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They spent the long hot and exhausted night. Several times and again they repeated the intoxicating paradise of the world. Rifki, who had been fasting for a long time from his night activities, made the passion in him disappear instantly, let alone scooping honey from his new wife who was still ripe and sealed, making his spirit passionate that he had never had before.

When the sound of the dawn call to prayer echoed, Mesya had already performed the purification ritual. With wet hair, she approached her husband who was still asleep shirtless.

"Dear, it's dawn, come on up!" Mesya teased her husband by deliberately bringing her hair closer to Rifki's face until the man woke up. "Ah, how come this wet," Rifki said, opening his eyes.

Mesya who managed to make her husband wake up immediately walked away with a big smile.

"Hm, you dare to disturb your husband, don't you?" Rifki tried to move closer to Mesya, but the woman swiftly backed away.

"I've done ablution, Hubby," Mesya said, laughing.

"I don't care. Who told you to disturb your husband?" Rifki approached then grabbed Mesya's body and dropped her onto the bed. If it was like that, the hot scene would be repeated. "You're mine," he whispered as he was about to finish his desire.