AMONG THE 3A

CHAPTER 59. ADRIFT

Walimatul'ursy lasts until Ashar time. This time Amir pulled over, performing the first congregational Ashar prayer with his wife, in their room.

" Bath first yes Dek, there is still Yai Abah's friend outside. I accompany Abah first, "he said to Aruni when kissing his forehead after praying.

" Yes Mas. " Aruni took off her face and opened the rest of the trinkets that were still attached to her body one by one.

Amir grabbed his phone on their bed while sitting there for a moment. Seeing Aruni having trouble opening the back zipper hooks is dangerous. He got up, approached his wife's body from behind.

Pulling long hair tied to his wife, kissing her neck gently and then her fingers pulled the zipper down.

Plastered in front of him now, when the kebaya cloth began to unfold to the waist. The slender, smooth white body rippled, its nape bristled as the breath of Amir swept across its nape. Her body stiffened for a moment when the husband's right fingers slipped, felt and rubbed his queen's stomach.

" Allahumma rabban-nas 'adzhibil-ba'sa, isyfi antasy-shafi la syifa'a illa syifa uka syifa'a al la yughadiru saqama. " Pronounced prayer, clutching tightly the female body.

(Sunnah that Rosulullah taught while reading prayers to ask for healing)

(or Imsahil ba'tsa ya robbannas, biyadikas syifa u laka syifalahu illa anta).

" Aamiin Ya robbal 'alamiin" said the two.

" Mad, he said ask me to take a shower, off. " The bell is soft in the head of the husband.

" A minute .. You smell dear. " Here in his wife's niche, the fragrance of cherry perfume mingled with soft floral.

" Mass, "pronounced at the hand of the husband who was still holding her.

Geck. Geck.

" Kakaaakk ... locked all tuh, still this afternoon ish, there are still many guests loh .. we want to go back, " cried Naya impatiently followed by the voice of Mahen who reprimanded his wife tarzannya.

" When the guest comes home or we walk in the afternoon where it is Dek, turn it to the hotel. "

" So far I have been patient, polite and even so the same guest..pelarin .. ba'da maghrib recitation, I have to be prepared. "

Finally Amir gave up, two women's whining sounds made him unable to linger in his comfortable position.

***

Jakarta.

He had just posted his work today, rarely posting the figure of his wife in his golden cage. But apparently this time is different, sweet caption adorned a post with the sentence: Accompanied by her pure, my wife.

The goal is one, so that Gamaliel sees it and then divides it into the main target. Heat, the heart intent that is still in the embers of hatred.

" Well, all the women who approached were not ordinary people ... Aruni, still a distant relative estimated to have assets that are not small. "

" What's so special about you, Mir? "

Ting. Medsos notifications.

Gamaliel, your friend just shared a few posts. The fingers are agile hunting the notification shortcut keys.

" It turns out, it's as easy as it was removed .. pity you .. she was enjoying her night but you just languished every night. "

" Dear, still at work? " question a spoiled voice opened the door of this man's den.

" Enga, this is a result ko .. wait for me in the room, soon. "

" Sure baby, "reply spoiled.

Share. Blips.

Shortly after the message was successfully sent and then get a blue tick middle sign read by the owner across there.

" No effect on me, free. " Reply to a message.

" Your suffering is up 50% Aiswa Fajri, give up on me. Stay with us, he's better prepared than you, he accepts you even he's sincere whatever I treat him. "

" Serli Oktavia, a talented young literary lecturer who saved Mr. Lecturer from deportation while in the UK on suspicion that immigration authorities were abusing visa visits. Confessing to be his wife with a fake document made by his man there .. loved Mr. Lecturer since the first year of college, and his family knew you were married under the hands of .. ck, drama once. "

Glug.

" Where do you know? "

" I told you, if I wanted to get away from you it was very easy .. but it would not be exciting the story if Abuya did not know the behavior of the youngest child of his pride ... I know my husband is very intelligent, especially his skill at hurting .. So, let's see later, who will bite a finger, "the reply is fierce.

" My pure wife is getting brave. "

" Sayaaaang.". "cries a voice heard again.

Hasbi was curious, who gave such detailed information about Serli to Aiswa. The woman Siri was willing to marry by him. Although witnessed by his eldest brother and Serli's parents at that time, still if Abuyanya caught the wrong way his son, he was sure to be angry. Hariri Salim is a close friend.

Ignoring the student at the end there. Hasbi walked open the door to her room, up the king-size bed on which she had been waiting for a sexy woman to ask her to wrestle tonight.

" Is he okay honey? he's not bothering you, is he? "

" Sure, he's strong and kind. "

" I miss you baby, two days not hugging you is bland. "

" She's your wife too, give her right baby, "persuade her again.

" He was cold towards me, after all there was already you, "his kiss was friendly to the sensual lips of Serli, his first wife. Down the neck and nape of the woman to culminate in two chewy objects favorite place he guerrilla.

" Ughmm, slow down. " Racau a heavy voice began to sound. The struggle of two people unites the sweat, melts the lust under the same blanket, starting how hot their room is.

*

Kazuki, Jakarta.

Aiswa looked at the picture sent by Hasbi to her. The photo when Amir said the ijab qobul this afternoon. The net without permission to wet.

" Qolbi, have you escaped me? I miss, brother's voice. " Aiswa was sobbing in the dark of the room in the middle of the night.

He still keeps a short record of Amir's voice when calling him first when he had just arrived in Semarang, the result of Ulfa's deliberate fad.

" This is all, my longing remedy but it does not feel the same as hearing directly from your lips, Amirzain, am I guilty of this? who still misses you even though he has legitimately owned you? ... Qolbin. " It's dissolved in a bitter groan.

Ting. The midnight e-mail present breaks the wistful.

" Aish, is your Amir getting married today? reportedly his wife is sick. Maybe he didn't love her. Just sympathy, go ahead, until when do you hold out? "

" No Dwi, it's not time yet. My time to Umma who held me back .. Brother is not the man who played with Dwi's marriage, maybe not yet, but he's a sincere man .. I respect his decision, don't force me to forget it again. "

" Ck, love dies .. lest it be brought to death. "

" I will, if I have to. "

" Well, take care baby .. I'll be home for the holidays. "

Only his two best friends he had as solace. Pouring all the bumps even though both are sometimes slow to respond because of the busy schedule of lectures.

Aiswa slowly came down from the bed, the pair of pale white feet stepped weakly towards the bathroom for ablution.

" Amirzain, I miss. "godly again when he sat down on his alphabet, pouring out all his affection and longing for his hidden in prayer.

Qolbiiiiiiiiii.

***

Aiswa. Amir stuttered from his sleep.

" Ehmm, M-us? " the muttered woman who was in the arms of Amir.

" Sleep again baby, sorry yeah .. just surprised as if someone called me. "

" My stomach is cramping, pain. "

" Whither side, here I see. "

" Don't do it, look, I'm getting comfortable not feeling the pain anymore. "

Amir rubbed his wife's flat stomach softly until she fell asleep again.

Qiyya, you're my only wife. Healthy spirit to live happily with me, ok?

Only for you, all my current affection, though I have not been able to make you queen in my heart to take her place.

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