CEO Held And Princess Nobles
Tahajjud Unifying Raga
In the middle of the night exactly at 02.05 WIB. Arfan awoke from his deep sleep to perform Tahajjud prayers. He moved out of his contest, which was now under the same blanket as Fayra.
Before moving to the bathroom, Arfan had a look at Fayra, who was still loyal to his slumber.
"I'm alone. Looks like, he's still tired I don't want to disturb his sleep." Arfan then stepped into the bathroom to purify himself.
Long enough for Arfan to be in the bathroom, Fayra awakens from her sleep. He saw that Arfan was no longer beside him. He also searched with his black netra.
"Well, where's Arfan? Uh, I mean Arfan, where? How, not seen?" said Fayra with a typical voice of people just waking up.
He heard the sound of water in the bathroom. Now, she could already guess where her husband was.
"So, he's in the bathroom. Loh, it's still two in the morning. Why, my innocent husband?" said Fayra with a face full of questions.
When Arfan comes out of the bathroom and gets ready to perform Tahajjud prayer. Fayra went back to sleep. Presumably, Fayra was still nervous and embarrassed, sleeping one room with the man who had just become her husband.
"Ah, he's coming. I'd better pretend to sleep." Fayra went into the blanket and closed her eyes.
Arfan didn't realize that. He remains focused on doing what has been taught by the Prophet SAW.
Long prayer rugs have been on the landscape. Arfan began to recite lafadz intent on performing the prayer.
"Allahu Akbar ...."
Fayra continued to watch Arfan with a gaze full of desire and love.
"Arfan my husband .. My heart has been captivated by your morals. How else ... shall I say to express my happiness, this moment of your presence in my life, my Husband? Only God knows how he loves you as sincerely as my heart."
Munajat love Arfan chanted in his heart, as he prostrated on the prayer mat. Fayra who is still faithful with his admiration and fascination for Arfan. She prefers to flinch, without distracting her and her attention to her husband.
Only in the qalbu did he utter thousands of words of praise to the shaleh husband, who had been accidentally chosen by his own father.
"Is this our destiny, Fan? Or is it just a coincidence? I'm really still confused by what's been going on lately in my life, Fan. God is so good to me. Though I am .. ah, I cannot say anything more when I have to reveal the truth about my life to you, Fan. In my life for decades now, it might just be busy sinning! Sins are hard to forgive, Fan. I'm ashamed that you're still accepting that I don't deserve you, Fan!" The clear threads, wetting Fayra's beautiful face again.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah ...." Arfan has finished performing the Tahajjud prayer.
When Arfan catches the figure of Fayra with his eyeball. His wife was sitting on the bed. Fayra seemed to be crying in silence. Arfan could not bear to see his wife back crying.
Hurry up he approached his beloved wife, with worry rising in the chest.
"Astaghfirullah .. What's wrong? Do you dream of bad things? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" asked Arfan with great gentleness.
Arfan hugged the body back tightly, with the warmth of his body.
"Stop when you feel better! Continue, if indeed you feel it is necessary," said Arfan while stroking gently, the pinnacle of the head of the woman who has been legally his wife with affection.
"Fang ...!" Fayra called Arfan by name only. Arfan doesn't want to argue about it. Because this is not the right time to dispute this.
"Yes? Say, what's up?"
"I ... Me and Ervin did kiss and that was a couple of times, Fan. Is that fair to you, Fan?" One question sentence that makes the tightness in Arfan's chest because of it.
"Sorry, Fan! I feel so guilty for you, Fan! I don't deserve you to fight, Fan. There's still time for you to choose to divorce me, Fan. Really ...," Arfan put his index finger on Fayra's ruum lips.
Arfan shook his head slowly as he said, "That's all the past. Please ... stop saying about the past that we don't need to bring up anymore, huh?! You and I have become husband and wife. So, that's enough! No need to talk about it now. Okay?" Fayra responded to Arfan's request as she continued to immerse her face in Arfan's chest, possessively.
"Tell me, my husband. What should I do to keep from feeling guilty about you, hmmm?" asked Fayra who was still burrowing her face into Arfan's chest.
"Do your duties as a wife to me. Whatever it is, I will always accept it with a chest of air." said Arfan accompanied by a sigh of extreme weight and length.
As Arfan stood wanting to leave, Fayra pulled her husband's hand and said something, "I want to do my duty to serve you now, Mas." Fayra bowed shyly, when the inviting sentence he delivered with a red tinge on his face that had held shame because of it.
And Arfan plainly asked, as if he did not understand what his wife meant.
"Well, what do you mean, my wife?" Fayra snorted in annoyance.
"Huft .. If I don't want to give a living inner birth yes, already. I won't force you to do it now, Mas." Fayra turned around and intended to close her eyes again.
"Wait .. I want to! I want to carry out my duties as a husband to you now, my wife." Then, Arfan held the top of his wife's head to recite a prayer.
Prayer has been Arfan lafadz, right!
Slowly, Arfan pulled Fayra's body closer towards his body. Then, he began to pull the nape of Fayra's neck. Then, give a sweet kiss on the neck of the level Fayra. Moving on Fayra's smooth cheek, up Fayra's forehead and switch again on Fayra's right cheek.
Almost all points on Fayra's face are given a warm kiss by Arfan. Fayra could only budge. Because, he did not expect a man that he considered innocent. It can also do the unexpected.
"Am I dreaming again, Lord? Why am I so nervous and nervous?" the astonished inner whisper of Fayra will be her innocent husband.
Arfan paused for a moment his warm touches. Just to ask his wife.
"My wife, why are you quiet? Are you afraid and not willing to do it with me?" asked Arfan with a face that was very longing.
"Huh?! Mom-not like that, I .. I'm just surprised, Mas. I," Arfan again channeled the desire of his heart, to immediately have Fayra intact this second.
He began to gently touch Fayra's lips, then took a sip of the sweetness of the lips. Fayra who has been attacked in such a way, he cannot deny the taste that is in his qalbunya. Because, as a wife she also craved the same thing with Arfan.
The kiss after the kiss lasted quite a long time. Arfan really only crave the reward of what he earns, right and give it to Fayra. All of this is an obligation to him as a husband to his wife.
Proceed to a stage that is getting hotter. They had already hugged each other in thick blankets, which wrapped their bodies at this moment.
Cash was Fayra's duty to Arfan as a wife. Although, Fayra was very nervous, Arfan tried to provide very good service and gentle to Fayra.
"Did this hurt you too much?" ask Arfan on the sidelines of their intimate activities.
"So-a little sick, Mas. But, I'm sure I can," said Fayra, who has begun to feel the pain of worship with her beloved husband.
"Do I have to stop now?" asked Arfan, with a look of unbearable face and began to worry about his beloved wife.
Fayra shook her head softly and spoke softly to her husband, who had taken full control of his wiggle room at this time.
"Do it, emmm ... to the end, Mas!" fayra said with a firm determination.
"I'm sorry if this hurts you too much, yeah! Hopefully, this won't last long the pain. Aamiin ...!" arfan said, refocusing on his goal.
"A-aamiin, Mom!" reply Fayra with a roar of breath that can no longer be regular and measurable.
So, that night was the most beautiful night throughout the journey of Arfan and Fayra. They are now united. Hopefully, after this they can better understand each other.
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The bond of love between human children
It must be intertwined with a sacred bond
The Prophet is our example
He is the one who understands best
How to love?
How to spice up?
How to maintain harmony?
How do we stay afloat?
All the Prophet taught!
No need to bother looking!
Open the holy book!
Then you'll find what you want!
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