CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Aalihi Sayyidina Muhammad.

Azam brought a glass of warm milk into his room, at the sight of Asha sitting on the sofa while playing her long dangling dress. Feels awkward, suddenly now he has become a resident of the luxurious Mansion of a man. But maybe he does not need a long process to adapt to his new environment because Asha is a girl who is good at putting herself.

Asha almost jumped when her body was right in front of her. Azam took a sip of the drink while enjoying the look of Asha, then gave the cup.

"Drink..."

Azam stroked the side of Asha's face as the woman gulped down milk right on the edge. Such a small action was capable of provoking him. Strange, he had never even set his aura in front of any man, but seeing Azam's whereabouts made him think they were in a state of no - no.

"What are you proposing for our marriage?"

The more the look, the more beautiful Asha was in her eyes. The angel of heaven that Azam will always fight for his final life.

Asha blinked looking at Azam with all his innocence.

"Like shorof, we are wazan fataa'ala which means musyarokah that anytime and anywhere will always wade together. Because of Him I obey you and because of Him you are pleased with me"

Yes that alone had made him almost explode from being happy. Because of Him Azam loved Asha and because of Him also Asha had to lay allegiance to Azam. Azam felt his life would be completely moved from darkness to light. For Asha had promised to show her how much light it was. Azam stared deeply in both Asha's eyes.

"Now I can see it but not me, the light is on you Sha. You're the one who shared it with me".

"Then I want to always share my heart and your heart is still beating".

"Hmmm..."

"Allahumma inni asaluka min khoirika wa khoiri ma jabaltaha alaihi. Wa 'audzu bika min syarri wa syarri m jabaltaha 'alaih"

Azam whispered like a breeze caressing trees with rahmad. A piece of prayer that initiates and becomes God willing will always lead him to divine pleasure. Asha guaranteed it with tak'dim.

Then the kiss moved along the nose bone, Azam kissed the pointed tip many times to then stop above the lips Asha. Pecking it with heart - heart then slightly pressing it gently, do not rush. Her lips were patient, asking Asha to open the gap between her sweet lips.

Asha began to open those lips as Azam began to rush in, confused and stiff at first. But as time went on, he began to reply with embarrassment - shame and unwittingly his hands rested on both of Azam's shoulders. It felt fitting to be a pedestal when his body suddenly suffocated.

Brands exchange saliva, the freshness of mint thrusts up the sky of the mouth. Asha felt a freshness and flutter in her stomach like a knot of rope binding. The pressure of his hand did not even subside when Azam let go of the kiss.

Asha opened her eyes as their link slipped off, as well as finding Azam looking at her. The male thumb is stretched out to wipe the surface until the wet edge of Asha's lips. His breath and Azam hunt each other.

"I never knew if those rose petals would taste this sweet"

Azam muttered that it would feel useless if he did not continue to feel Asha again.

"You're like Khamr's water that always gets me hooked..."

Azam smiled obliquely, not considering that the sharp mouth of the pink girl who used to fight him was now in his possession.

"But you are far more holy than the water itself. Aren't you the halal Khamr for me?"

Asha gasped showing her open cleavage of her lips. Azam looked at his lips while removing the brooch that adorned his girl's veil. One by one remove the fabric in such a shape to make it look stunning. Until his fingers pulled off the bonds of Asha's hair that was deliberately made bun, making fine strands fall on each side of his face. Black, its long hair color contrasting with its golden bead.

Azam kissed the jaw of his gently striped girl. Look at! Even God made her so feminine.

"Come on!"

Azam suddenly stood before Asha.

" Where are you going?"

Azam smiled at Asha who stood up with an amused light.

"You go to the bathroom take water wudlu for sunnah prayer two rakaat. I want to hurry"

Allah, Asha retreated a rare one nervously.

"I'll go first!"

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Whose voice is that?

It was easy to answer that question, because Azam's face was right next to his face. Was watching him brightly - light up to the end of the blanket that banged them.

Asha hurriedly pulled the blanket up to the base of the neck. It seems like it takes a long adjustment to get used to that Azam figure will be the first when he opens his eyes.

Asha cleared her throat to normalize her drag.

"Why is your way of speaking so weird?"

The reprimand is subtle, referring to the phrase Azam in welcoming the event of waking up.

Azam glanced at the alarm clock behind Asha's back.

"For now it is entering the third of the night. I thought you wanted to pray Tahajjud together?"

"Of course I want to"

Asha immediately greeted, but inversely proportional to his eyes that returned closed.

"But isn't it too early? I know this is very good for us to carry out in this time. Just, why are you waking up so early?"

"I can't sleep, you always wake me up"

Hoarse and deeper voice like last night. Azam smiled to see Asha cheeks met pink, sweet and impressed mature in the dim lighting.

There was no reaction from his beautiful wife, Azam was anxious himself until turning on the dome of Asha made his wife strangled.

"Open your eyes, I don't like to hide - hide Sha?"

Asha realized, Azam's face was so close that his breath felt hot on his face. The heat was similar to the fire a few hours ago as it burned them in pleasure.

"Do I have to answer your question?"

Both eyes Azam kadung passion.

"No, you feel it enough!"

Azam immersed himself between the curves of Asha's neck, gently giving a peck - a small, tempestuous kiss. His lips swept over Asha's neck bone, sucking it long after a tickling light bite. Asha's body spotan pushed forward, grabbing Azam's neck while squeezing his dense black hair. His breath felt like it was colliding with Asha's breath when the kiss happened again. Asha's shy, gentle, and anxious response was the most misleading combination of Azam's soul to bring him to his knees. He dislikes aggressive women and falls in love with Asha's submission.

"Come on Sha, I don't want to make you any more tired than this"

He said he was holding back, despite the fact that he had gone back and forth to the bathroom to pick up the wudlu in order to make love to his wife again.

This was Asha's first experience, he had to give her space to calm down.

He grabbed Asha's back to sit down, but his wife instead dropped herself in her arms with a lunglai. Azam kissed the top of his head, his affection and love turned out to grow many times.

"What's it like to hurt so much?"

Azam stroked his long hair that was smeared in a mess, sticky from sweat but the fragrance was still intoxicating.

Asha shook her head without making a sound, the gentle breath on her neck half-deadly disturbed Azam.

"I'm sorry I'm not so good at self-management especially about you!"

Azam kissed his wife's ear lobe.

"Well, me or you go to the bathroom first?"

Azam lifted his blanket with a single blow. Stealing a kiss before Asha could answer, Azam first carried his wife's body while whispering softly.

"Or we go in together - same!"

"Oh my God, brother...."

Asha screamed as her body under Azam disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Happy activities back after a long holiday.beri Like and Chrysanthemum yes.biar more excited.