BLACK PEARL'S

CHAPTER 32

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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I opened my eyes slowly, I felt her warm body hugging me tightly, I liked her of course. I looked at her beautiful face that always made me peaceful, kissing her forehead with all the feelings that I did not look at anymore. Then he looked back at her who was still slumbering in his sleep, so peaceful and funny. Until I saw those squirming eyes made me lift my head and put it on top of his head.

Don't want to be caught off guard if I'm watching. But he found me who had opened his eyes he immediately woke up and checked my temperature made me smile thinly, seeing how attentive he was. Then he asked me if I had been the Adhan and he answered, he wanted to worship his god, of course I would never stop him from doing his duty. Because actually observing himself while doing the worship movement, praying and teaching makes my heart peaceful and serene to see it.

I followed all his movements with my eyes, as if I were hypnotized by the beauty of the prayer. Finished praying he then looked at me with his beautiful smile loading my heart beat happily. He rose up and I stared at him.

“you listen to me teach?” he asked, I nodded in spirit, eager to listen to him, I missed the beautiful reading especially plus his melodious voice.

“okey listen !” he said and began his reading while closing his eyes to the reading he memorized, I was amazed that he memorized a book that was quite thick and full of one page. Finished teaching me a frozen gasp as he approached his face on mine, and my heart thrashed as he peeked at my forehead long whispering softly to me accompanied by his prayers for me.

Until my heart works out of bounds, if it is likened to a cherry boom it will melt in a matter of seconds. Because of what , his declaration of love for the second time.he looks embarrassed after saying that and then go from the room. I chuckled for a while then felt my still-beating heart hold the confession of his love in the depths of my heart. Closing my eyes to the beat was fast but strangely it was fun, happy, mixed anyway I can not explain. This is the first foreign feeling I felt. Because who's 'cause she's my wife Hanna.

He returned to the room with a tray of two cups of warm honey and a small plate of dates. Food from the middle east. He sat next to me helping me get up by stacking pillows so I could lean back comfortably. Then he handed me a mug of warm honey where the hot steam was still steaming. Just as I was about to sip her she intercepted my hand, I looked at her with one eyebrow raised.

“doa dong Kak Rys.!” remember with a smile, I just kept quiet

“follow me yes. bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim” I follow him in a soft voice because honestly grace me a little hoarse. Then I noticed her drinking three gulps and then said “Alhamdulillah” after she wiped her lips with her tongue, and slightly poked her for a while. Then I looked at her brightly.

“huh.. warm it. sweet delicious Kak” he said.

Then I pollinated him with my lips on his lips, wanting to taste the sweetness of this honey properly, he was silent not returning his lips stiff, of course because my actions were sudden and I did not care. Because I enjoyed it. After feeling like we both needed the breath I let go, wiping her slightly swollen lips and growing red. Then he looked at her where her cubby cheeks were flushed.

“yap... very sweet.. Alhamdulillah” said I imitate his thanksgiving earlier and without sin I drank this warm honey, very warm and comfortable in my body like the taste of his lips sweet beyond honey and that's my candlestick, besides the nose, very warm and comfortable in my body, her forehead and hair. I chuckled behind the glass when I saw him fanning his face misbehaving, then landing a light blow on my chest.

“habit deh!” his reprimand but his expression did not mind. After we finished 3 dates, I asked her to sleep, because I felt a little dizzy, she nodded and we went back to sleep with a hug.

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We were back in our room, he had just finished performing the dzuhur prayer. He sat next to me with my head on his lap. Very comfortable and I make this the most comfortable lying position. He began to introduce me to Islam to tell me what he knew and occasionally I stuck it with questions.

“how can you be so sure about the god you mean god?” my question is, now I look at him seriously. “dia did not seem how can you be sure he exists? Ask again.

“eum.. are you sure I love you?” he asked back.

“ of course. And I'm sure of it”

“how can you be sure? Ask.

"Of course that belief comes from my heart?” my answer.

“bingo. You can be sure of love when he is invisible, the shape is ambiguous, heart-shaped, but the human heart is not shaped like that. So does my faith in him. I'm sure he exists because it comes from my heart. Believing it was built from here (wiping my chest), and fostered with obedience so that the trust did not fade. We can feel his love and love through all the pleasures he gives, look me in the eye. Are you able to make it beautiful like this, and it works fine like this?” tanya, of course not, I shook my head.

“of course not, the god who created it so it is so beautiful and functions well, while the human god subhanahu wata’ala gives us knowledge so that there are some people who are able to repair the damage. And from humans too the damage was from.” It sounds reasonable and it is true.

“lal...” a knock from my bedroom door undoes my intention to ask again. I screamed, who's bothering our Quetime.

“who?” my many.

“aku!” that's Anthony's voice. I looked at him and he was already alert with his instant hijab, right he did not veil in front of uncle Anthony, but in front of Daniel do not expect me to tolerate it.

“ada what?” my question was when she had entered, and my wife waved her hand at uncle Anthony who gritted her eyes in response. Makes me snort.

“your family on the way to here” told me to look at her in surprise.

“abi.. and ummii?” I made sure, he nodded.

“with miss, Alina and Mr. Alan” she replied after she left, I fell silent with her sudden notification, why didn't they tell me first, until the door of my room was wide open and someone ran towards me no more precisely at Hanna my wife who was looking at him confused.

“brother-in-law. huh beautifulnya.. ck. evil so kabir\* do not bring sister-in-law to the house kita” flocked.

“honey, your sister-in-law must be surprised, well introduce son!” reprimanding the woman who loved me so much after mother, she did not distinguish me from Alin or Alan, at all, but I who sadardiri is not an official part of them choose to leave and this was opposed and I remain in my own stance. He climbed into the bed and took me in his arms.

“ummi miss” he said softly, I returned his embrace, which I also missed. Then break off the hug and ummi stares warmly at Hanna.

“definitely son-in-law ummi..what's the news, son?" Ask. Hanna was still silent like she was sochk until I gently nudged her arm. He stuttered and said sorry, ummi and Alina laughed.

“alah you Al. sok-sokan sick. want to be designed wife ya say, pack pretend all” typical bass sound, please, and there was a tall, well-built figure who was no longer young, he was my father's brother Abi.

“ck... indeed hurt” my answer did not accept. “you came suddenly made my wife confused see.” Show me to everyone who's laughing looking at Hanna's confused look.

“all who you never bring home!” ummi protests then moved to sit by me, sit in front of Hanna and hold her hand.

“eh.. Those photographed are?” he whispered to me but sounded quite loud, and I nodded.

“yaampun sorry uncle aunty, I didn't know you guys would come if you knew I would welcome you.” Ummi chuckled then carried Hanna in a hug.

“no need son. We are glad she made you a wife.. It's just strange why do you want to be with her?” Ummi Wonder made her look down embarrassed. While I have a proud face as if saying ‘karna I am handsome.

“Hanna. She's Alina the youngest daughter of ummi and abi and Alina she's Hanna”. Alina smiled then kissed the back of Hanna's hand which was a little uncomfortable.

“salam know brother” cheerful.

“eh.. greetings know also.” answer is no less friendly. He saluted the ummi then woke up to experience the abi.

“eh please sit!” he said he was clumsy to make abi chuckle and pat his head slowly.

“no already nervous so son.. sit down again, and yes.don't call us uncle and aunt, but call us abi and ummi!” her door and Hanna nodded stiffly, she was still nervous, my fault was also why not introduce her to them earlier. But after that he had blended in and was more comfortable than before.

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