Babysit Wife Candidate

Between Asar and Magrib.

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"Najwa, are you tired or are your legs sore?" Andra asked once again the young girl who had just legitimately become his rib.

"Eh, Najwa ..., that's okay Uncle," he replied a little clumsy. In fact, he only glanced at the man who was so handsome with a matching wedding dress.

Andra who looks handsome and stunning, until charisma that makes his heart beat increasingly timid.

(Why is uncle so handsome! Just make it anxious!)

(But, shame.)

(Hey, don't look at me like that!) Najwa continued to speak in his heart. His sitting began to fidget, because Andra kept staring at him, and he knew because of the look from the tail of his eyes.

(Finally, I'm free to see you as fully as possible. Looking at the kerling of your pliable lashes, looking at the intoxicating shine of your eyes. Touching both of your delicate cheeks, and.., ah!) Andra hit his forehead slowly, upset himself because his brain was traveling only.

"Drink like ice, Najwa wants to?" andra asked slightly tilted her shoulders towards Najwa so that she could see the beautiful face.

"Uncle thirsty yes, Najwa will get it, yes,"

"Uncle wait here," he said while looking at it.

"Ehh.., no need! You're a long gini shirt. It's hard to make a way." hold Andra up by pulling Najwa to get up.

Deg.

This is the second time they touch.

Both eyes were locked in view. So Najwa sat back in the chair.

The moment was interrupted when some of Najwa's comrades came and surrounded them on the cover.

Soon after the guests began to recede, after the permission of the prayer asar Najwa no longer seen down.

She took off the heavy dress and removed her makeup. In fact, he has taken a shower and only wears a home-based robe.

Just his legs to be straightened on a king size mattress. Hearing the door of his room knock, Najwa immediately came down.

When the door was opened, a handsome man appeared there.

"Uncles. Why bengong?" najwa's repulsive reprimand dawned that Andra was being amazed by the sweet sight before him.

"Ah yes," he replied clumsyly.

His feet stepped in accompanied by a thump that stomped on his heart.

"Ehm, Uncle wants to take a shower first. Not yet the Asar prayer because," he said to the girl who was still faithfully holding the knob on the door.

Andra knew that Najwa was also nervous like her. Naturally so long do not meet, know-tau they are now united in marriage.

Not to mention that Najwa was still young, but Andra was sure about the basic science of marriage Najwa already understood and understood, because indeed he learned it.

"Oh well." Najwa answered but still did not move from the door.

Andra walked into the bathroom, smiling. Apparently, Najwa is very funny.

(Mommy, how's this?)

(My heart was beating uncharacteristically, even breathing was difficult) Najwa said in her heart as she continued to walk back and forth as she was very nervous.

While his heart was not calm, the bathroom door was open. He showed a handsome man who was so fresh with his wet hair.

Andra who was still wearing her kimono towel walked towards the mattress. Where Najwa had prepared a turkish dress suit for him.

Andra smiled at a glance at Najwa who gasped with both reddish cheeks. Then he went back into the bathroom. Sok calm even though his heart was willing to roll out every time he looked at those beautiful eyes.

"Why smile?" reprimanding Andra, made Najwa realize that he had just daydreamed.

Just as Andra was about to approach her, there was a knock on the door.

Clamps.

"Mommy.", call Najwa but his eyes see the officer behind Ameera who is carrying a food trolley.

"You haven't eaten since lunch. So, now you have to eat so that there is energy" explained Ameera ambiguous.

Najwa and Andra who understood Ameera's intentions could only look away to hide their shameful hue.

"Eating yes...." Ameera came out while letting off a smile.

Andra and Najwa were still standing rigidly staring at the tray.

(Oh, Najwa you should have served your husband. Why even bengong!) Najwa hurriedly approached the table as a conscience resuscitated him.

Arrange the food in the corner of the room, where there are two chairs and a medium-sized table.

"Here let Uncle help you get there." Andra picked up the tray and placed the plate containing teriyaki meat onto the table.

They ate together in silence, only occasionally stealing glances and smiling.

After eating, they decided to wait for the adzan magrib by teaching. Now the two of them sat facing each other on the table.

"Shodaqollahul adziiimm.", they said together.

"God willing, long time no doubt you saw Uncle until goosebumps. You win every race. Your voice, her Tartil is very beautiful," praise Andra not to be able to catch the beautiful face that mendidakan it sticky.

"Alhamdulillah, God launched all the ideals of Najwa. Realizing all the dreams Najwa asked for. I don't know how Najwa thanked God." The girl wiped the end of her watery eyes.

Andra ventured, her hands outstretched on that lowered face.

Najwa flinched, and immediately looked up. When he felt the warmth on his cheeks.

"There are many ways to thank and thank HIM. One of them by always obeying His commandments, deepening the fear and not forgetting our rights and obligations as servants and as human beings," clearly Andra while continuing to rub the reddish cheeks that have always made her anxious.

"Yes Uncle, Najwa will always keep this memorization until anytime. Trying to share this knowledge, and practice everything implied in each letter," Najwa said with a smile. His feeling was not as stiff as before, now his heart was able to work well together.

(Why is he smiling like that? Makes me anxious, but soon will be Adzan.)

Andra ignored warnings from her heart, starting from stroking the cheek to make her want more.

Moreover, the beautiful face before him was already legitimately his. In fact, now his heart beat is not as timid as before.

The two pairs of eyes were locked together, Andra was like immersed in the charm of the beauty of the green iris light tosca.

As if pulling him to get closer and get into it. While Najwa had hypnotized the soft touch of Andra's fingers on his face.

Touch that little by little switched on his plum lips. Then, the distance was further eroded between the two.

Cup.

Najwa's eyes also broke.

"Yeah...! Uncle..!"'s...!"

"Wudhu again...,"

(From that time it was also canceled neng...,") Andra.