Pura-Pura Jodoh
Night Together

In order to get rid of the tension that is squeezing his feelings at this time, Frans shifted his focus to the iPad screen in his grasp. Perhaps it would have been much better, pretending to be busy while waiting for Lula to enter her room.

Nearly thirty minutes ago, since Frans stepped into the room, and had Lula change her pajamas in her own room, Frans heart was working more actively. He had to take a deep breath, repeatedly he did to dissipate the agonizing unease.

“All will be well, Frans! Calm down, he will not wear linge*rie or the like that will arouse gai*rahmu,” lirihnya trying to strengthen themselves.

There was no way he would be tempted by Lula's non-curved body. "But, Lula has Ling*rie!" suddenly Frans remembered the dress of service that Zahira handed to his wife. "Don't let her put on that." Frans' only worry could be felt at this moment. Arguing that if Lula was wearing those clothes, maybe he would give up. Reason for emergency. "Yes, it'll probably be better than later on I'll be calmed." problem solved, his heart rhythm calmed down a little. He focused on the numbers on his iPad screen.

The sound of the door handle being turned, was heard. Frans was slightly furthered, barely letting out a rough swearing. Although it was slow, the voice really surprised him. Or at this time his heart is more sensitive.

“Dad, does it matter if I sleep here?” asked Lula in a plain tone. Only his head entered, half of his body was still outside the room, his gaze fixed towards Frans who was sitting on the sofa.

“Log in and get on the bed. It's already night!” Frans tried to calm down, then refocused on his iPad again.

Actually it's not night yet, before there was Lula, at 8 he was still busy in the workspace, accompanied by cigarettes and coffee. And now, he had now entered the room ready to go up to the bed. It's a lot more fun than taking care of a pile of files in the office.

Hearing that Lula walked towards the bed. Closely holding the drinking bottle that was brought. Without Lula knowing, Frans noticed every movement of the body Lula. Safe enough! Only her face was visible, even the girl was wearing socks to cover the soles of her feet. Frans smiled faintly, finding Lula's current appearance, as she was age-appropriate.

“Dad, my infusion needle marks are swollen.” After putting her bottle on the table, Lula approached Frans' seat, revealing her slightly swollen hand.

“No problem, tomorrow also recover.” Frans' Response. “Let's sleep. You must recover quickly! It's been two days you've been ditching.”

Frans led Lula up to the bed. The girl completely complied, not at all issuing a line of contention, as Frans covered her body with a thick cloth.

Lula's eyes followed where Frans' feet were. Until the man arrived at the empty side of the bed he was in, Lula tried to make sure again. “We really sleep one bed, Dad?!” Lula looked in wonder.

At first he was ordinary when the man asked him to sleep in one room, but a few days ago they did too.

However, after knowing they were going to sleep one bed, why was his heart pounding like this. There was fear, just in case Frans would rape her.

“Iya. Wh why? Scared?” challenge Frans, trying to cover up what he is feeling right now. If I could be honest, I was afraid. The silk pajamas that Lula was wearing, seemed to attract her attention, as if waving a hand, asking to be exterminated.

“Not scared anyway, Lula just resigned!” Lula took the position as comfortable as possible. So that later not too much moves and disturb his bedmate.

While Frans, starting to break his body, he believes this thumping feeling only occurs when starting new things. Next will be back to normal. Sleeping with Lula is new. It felt a little different before he got to know Lula properly.

A minute passed and everything looked safe. Frans turned off the headlights and replaced them with sleeping lights. Letting Lula sleep next to him.

The next five minutes are the same. Unfortunately, Frans was unable to close his eyes because his mind hung between sleep or wakefulness.

The night is getting quieter. They haven't slept together. As with Frans, he thought of Levin's words this afternoon. “Dad!”

Lula held back the laughter of hearing the hoarse voice from her husband. “Not yet. Does Daddy have no bolsters? I'm not ordinary, sleep does not use bolsters?”

Frans thought it was a trick question for him, so he tried to think of the right answer.

“In addition we can also use bolster make a dividing line.” Lula said quietly, without looking at Frans who was already confused.

Inside the luxurious room it was deliberately not providing bolsters. The room is designed for the bride and groom, so don't be surprised if the goal is to give each other warmth.

“Nothing. If you can't sleep. Here hug Daddy, it looks like it won't be a problem!” Frans patted his chest that field.asked Lula to put her head there.

The position of Lula who had originally turned her back to Frans now turned to look at the man fixedly. “Daddy sure? Later if Daddy tower stands I do not bear you huh!?” Lula Temptation.

“Neither shall I stand, he has been well educated. Must know manners, which ones are worth trying and which ones to keep!” between wanting and not wanting, Frans intends to take the opportunity. But is Lula willing? and what does that have to do later.

“Crust deh!” Lula confronts Frans, she does not reject Frans's invitation. Suddenly his sleepiness disappeared. He just filled that empty time by exchanging stories.

Frans carefully listened to Lula's story, not missing a word that Lula had said. A little amused by the joy that Lula exhibited. He forgot the time, until 11 pm he forced Lula to sleep.

“Her cup since you held back sleepiness?” frans whispered in front of his wife's face. It didn't take long for Lula to fall asleep.

“Thank you for fighting until this second. In the future let the happiness that will accompany you! If you are really my wife, our status is not pretend, I assure you, will be proud to have Qailula.” Frans said at length, without being answered by his interlocutors.

Frans was at a loss for words to praise any good Lula did. He tried to close his eyes, leaving the real world, this time easier, the smell of shampoo from Lula's hair, as if to calm his chaotic mind.

Until the morning came, Frans prevented the movement of Lula's legs that were about to get off the bed, he flanked Lula's feet with his feet. The girl realized that she had to serve breakfast to her husband. Her body is healthy and she needs to get back to work.

“There's Bu Juned, don't go anywhere first!” prevent Frans actually tightened the hug on Lula's body.

“But ... Daddy's hands and feet are not here!” Lula tried to get rid of Frans' arm that was squeezing her chest. A little interfered with Lula's breathing because Frans did it so tightly.

“Leave it first, five minutes only.”

“Good. Five minutes.” for the convenience of both, Lula changed her position to turn her back to Frans. The girl did not know if the position actually made Frans more tempted. And Frans began to move away as those little signals strengthened.

“Tuh, right? That's right!” ledek Lula, while laughing triumphantly. “still able to sleep with Lula, or want to split the bed? Daddy on my couch here!” lula's teasing became increasingly, Frans who was irritated quickly moved then ran towards the bathroom.

Frans had to take a shower earlier than usual, in order to relieve gai*rah who now began to catch dangerous signals from Lula.