Black Stain My Husband

Spilling condensed milk

"Honey, I'm __" Aidin who just opened the door of his room stopped his words when he caught something different. He was astonished to see Zahra's slightly outspoken appearance. 

Yes, since meeting this the first time he saw Zahra only wearing a knee-length bathrobe. His head was covered in a towel was confirmed the woman after shampooing. 

Fifty days after giving birth to Zea, the woman had been cleared of her limits and had just had a big bath.

"Why, Mas?" Zahra's voice spread the air of Aidin's daydream that was about to fly up. The man smiled, walking slowly towards the wife who was standing in front of the mirror. 

"I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow mama's coming here." 

"really?" Zahra turned her body, wrapped her hands around Aidin's neck. His eyes glistened at the news. 

Aidin showed Zahra the screen of his phone, his eyes unshakable from that pretty face. 

Smelled the smell of shampoo that burst into his nose. 

"Have you been shampooing?" ask her pleasantries. 

Zahra nodded quickly. Open a towel wrapped in her long hair. 

"Today I am ready to pray with you." Menoel the nose of the husband who looks dumb. 

Had Aidin never made such a fatal mistake. Maybe he had devoured the woman in front of him, but his dark past made him insecure to ask for something that was rightfully his as a husband. 

"I helped dry your hair." 

Take a hair dryer in the drawer. Sit Zahra in front of the dresser and start drying her hair slowly. As for Zahra, she could only stare at the husband's face from the reflection of the mirror. 

"Who would you like to come with, Mom?" asked Zahra who was impatient to immediately hug Delia and pour out her longing. 

"With papa and Cherly, she said Cherly's school is on holiday, so they can come here" Aidin said as a message sent by Delia. 

The hair that is completely dry is then combed by Aidin.

"I think my hair is an extension, huh, Mas?" zahra asked, looking at her hair that was almost around her waist. Since leaving the man, he never thought about the appearance including the hair that was always closed. 

"You want to cut?" get rid of Aidin quickly. 

Long or short, however Zahra looked, it was no longer a problem for Aidin. His love was too big for the woman to ever protest with anything she had. 

"May, but that's good, like artists." Zahra agreed to Aidin's remarks. How long the hair should be taken. 

Aidin chuckled at hearing that. Because, it is quite tickling if equated with artists who almost every day change their hairstyle. While Zahra himself has captivated him with characteristics that other women do not have.

No need for a lot of style, Aidin only cut the ends of Zahra's hair a few inches, afraid too short, even though only he can see it, still have to be careful and as good as possible. 

Zahra turned the body without standing. Staring fixedly at the face of Aidin who was still crouching in front of him. 

Their gazes met until a few minutes later the soft kiss took place. 

Zahra gripped Aidin's arm, with both eyes closed. His heart was pounding violently as the man deepened his kiss. His breathing began to falter because he was unable to compensate for the treatment of the husband. 

"Sorry," said Aidin after the kiss ended, fortunately he realized and immediately released it, if it was a little too late, maybe Zahra was out of breath. 

Now both hands are in the hands of Aidin. It was as if the man was channeling what was in his heart. 

Seeing the movements of Aidin who seemed unsettled made Zahra guess. 

"Do you want it, Mom?" asked Zahra doubtfully. 

He was still afraid that Aidin would ask for his rights. But, also must carry out the obligation as a wife, which is to offer the husband when he can be touched. Several times he had seen the action of Aidin who played with soap in the bathroom and it was certain the desire of the man was bloated. 

Should he have fun hearing that? Or should I be proud because Zahra offered himself up? 

No, it was a test for him. He should be able to actually read what the wife said. Everything must be understood carefully. 

Closing Zahra's chest slightly exposed. Then smile thinly. That from earlier made him unable to bear and wanted to gobble up immediately. 

"I'm afraid I'm out of control, and I don't want to hurt you."

A good answer according to Zahra, he did not expect, even though it was Aidin's refusal, but made it cool. True, for now Zahra was not too ready, even the pain of giving birth was still reflected in his mind. Especially when the doctor gives a few stitches, as if making him creep if kicked by the sharp weapon of the husband, must be a terrible pain. 

"Then I change my clothes." Almost standing up, Aidin pulled his hand until it fell into the arms of the man. 

The chest of the two met each other in a warm embrace. 

There was a clear sound of Aidin's breath hunting like he was holding something. Without realizing it, Zahra's slender body floated until back in the medarat on her soft bed. Both of them were silent to each other with their own thoughts. 

Zahra could see the passion on her husband's face. Although Aidin said he refused, the look on his face said something else.

"Satisfy me another way."

Ask in a soft voice until immediately the kiss happens again. 

Zahra did not understand what kind of game it was, but her body also felt a new sensation. He could only receive such a gentle Aidin treatment and make him comfortable. Occasionally return a blind kiss without being prevented. 

"Mas, I'm scared." Zahra stopped Aidin's hand which was about to pull out the robe. 

"I wouldn't do it more, honey. Help me to get some sweet condensed milk out." 

Zahra pushed the chest of the field of Aidin who spoke indecently, ashamed of that absurd remark. Even so, he still carries out his duties well as the orders of the husband. 

Until a while later the thick white liquid was completely spilled soaking into Aidin's cloth pants and translucent into the robe that wrapped Zahra's body. 

A kiss landed on Zahra's forehead, after which Aidin rested his head on the woman's chest. 

"Thank you, honey. Let's just say this is our start."

Just opening her mouth, a knock on the door made Zahra panic. It was confirmed that it was Zea who had been with her nanny. 

Aidin rushes to help Zahra put on the clothes after that to the bathroom, while Zahra immediately walks towards the door after wearing her hijab neatly. 

"Honey, the hijab will open again yes," Aidin's pinta who again pops his head towards Zahra who almost turned the knob. 

"Yes, a sneak in, someone's gonna see."