I am Your Wife!

"I don't know. I just feel weird about this outfit," Irfan said honestly.

"Irfan? Honey? I really miss you. I don't want to lose you again," said Putri while hugging her husband.

Irfan hasn't returned Putri's hug. But for some reason, he can feel a comfortable feeling when the hug gets tighter. 

"Hhh... Putri? I still can't remember anything yet. I'm sorry," Irfan said honestly and rubbed Putri's back gently.

"Shhh... Don't say anything at this time. Let me feel this comfort, I beg you, Irfan," said Putri and getting closer to her husband's face. She held the nape of Irfan's neck, pushing slowly so the two faces could get closer.

Irfan seemed hypnotized by Putri's beauty, which he had just realized, was amazed and wondered if it was because Putri was his wife?

Putri carefully kissed her tiny lips on Irfan's lips, mashing slowly and making a soft strain. Too careful with their first kiss, after months of not seeing each other.