CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

"Easy, you just need to make me the first person to wipe it"

"That's all?"

"Humming"

"Then I'll cry every day"

"Originally you're happy"

"So you always have to surprise me"

"Anything"

Asha kissed Azam's jaws before sculpting perfectly in the vast central space painted in white.

"When did you prepare all this?"

Azam leaned on the shoulder of the stairs.

"One week ago, with mama Hanifah. He arranged the paint color and the location of the furniture".

Asha squinting.

"Oh, so you guys are forging an alliance huh?"

"Obviously, Mama you're an Architecture graduate!"

Asha climbed the steps.

"Did our fierce Colonel Letnal conspire as well?"

Azam nodded steadily.

"Right, Colonel sir is hauling the closet to the second floor!"

Asha wanted to get angry, but a pleasant smell silenced her mouth.

"And what is this smell?"

"Sweet corn soup, go to the kitchen and help Mama prepare food".

Asha jumped off the steps ignoring Azam's call, who was afraid he might slip.

"Ma...Mama...?"

Asha shouted enthusiastically, completely ignoring Azam.

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Asha's hand went to her husband's back, feeling the muscles that ran through it reacting to the touch. Azam watched his wife's actions with narrowed eyes. Asha never learned from the experience apparently, if her husband had let out a subtle growl it means Asha must stop. Or else, they would be confined in a room all day. Forgetting to eat and take a junub bath, it was very dangerous.

"Your shoulder"

Asha whispered softly, the smell of mandarin oranges emanated from those pink lips.

"Yes, wounds always leave scars. The heart and body are the same. The wound will not go away perfectly"

Azam pulled Asha's fingers behind his shoulders, reluctant to let her touch his bad side.

Asha listened, her right hand freely reaching out to Azam's face. Gently stroking his forehead and an involuntary secafa landed a small kiss there.

"You're so brave"

Asha smiled shyly - embarrassedly remembered how Azam used to slump over a few shots to protect himself.

Asha never questioned how many wounds there were in her husband's body, in his incision-filled hands or

at the end of his eyebrows.

Azam ducked lower, his hand stroking Asha's long hair beautifully scattered on the pillow. Azam loved the part, the most comfortable place to immerse yourself when a storm of orgasms hit. Asha will never know how deeply he affected Azam. Speech and the body are always a magnet for getting stuck.

"You're braver than I thought, aren't you afraid of marrying a bad guy like me Sha?"

Asha did not like to hear the parable. Azam was not a bad man, for his actions were not destined for evil. It is more polite to mention Azam as a human being who is not very appropriate to choose his own type of work and life path.

"The world is not just divided between bad people or good people. Everyone has a choice in life, it all depends on the choices we make. That's what really defines us, My hubby!"

Azam smiled faintly.

"Good girl"

Don't know what it would be like if Asha had never been in her life.

Asha rubbed Azam's shrunken forehead to relax.

"I have a few questions!"

Ask slowly.

"Go ahead"

Asha stared at him for a long time, there was a back and forth indignation at his charming manic.

"How many times has my brother been touched by that woman?"

Azam raised next to his eyebrows at his wife's question.

Azam cut fast.

"I never let them touch me unless I let them. You're an exception, Sha. You're the only woman I let touch anywhere you want!"

Asha opened her mouth, but it instead invited an opportunity for Azam to whip his lips deeper.

"It's a big mistake if you say she's a sexy woman. To me you are so much more than her!"

His black eyes traced all parts of Asha's body that still left underwear.

"Just part of Sha's assignment, the woman locks her witness and I'm being poked as her bait. No less and no more. You know how my job demands me!"

Asha nodded, Azam's explanation was more than enough.

"I know how your heart is!"

"Of course, because you're the owner!"

Without aling-aling, Azam began to unite their bodies slowly.

"Why are you so pretty Sha?"

Azam groaned, all the pain he had repressed was meaningless compared to the pain that attacked his lower body if left for a long time near - near Asha.

Asha closed her eyelids.

"I don't feel like it?"

Azam kissed the tip of his lips.

"Because you only showed me Sha, you never tried to look beautiful in front of anyone"

Enough, Azam could not resist his desire anymore. A long groan accompanied the explosion within him at Asha. Asha had given it more than satisfaction. Azam clung to their forehead, regulating the breathing that was still hunting. Muffle the vibrations that spread to the deepest sum-sum bone.

"Aren't you guys down for dinner together?"

Asha and Azam looked at each other listening to Hanifa's voice, the knock on her bedroom door kept ringing. The first Asha heard immediately pushed Azam's body away from his body.

"Yes Ma, it's coming down!"

Shouted Asha while wearing her clothes one by one in a hurry.

Azam chuckled to see Asha keteteran wearing her hijab.

"You go down first, I'll catch up".

He said as he got up in his black pajamas, waltzing leisurely towards the bathroom.

While Arkha was already sitting in front of the dining table, both of his hands were ready to hold the spoon and fork as Asha went down the stairs.

"Uh.dry, what an amazing welcome after one month of not meeting my little sister. Long time you guys come down, until my ass mossed for waiting. You guys tried a new bed, right?"

Asha sat down while glaring.

"Please A', if you talk in the filter first! Do I need to buy the filter?"

Arkha clapped both hands.

"Well..so arrogant this new mistress, can double income huh?"

If not her sister, Asha might kick Arkha out of the house.

"Where's your husband? Still washing....?"

"Well'....?!"

Asha was vexed not a bitch, her face was flushed red.

"Arkha.please do not disturb your sister, you always do not understand!"

Hanifa warned as she moved the soup into Arkha's bowl. Arkha became silent a thousand languages.

Before long, Azam appeared along with Iqbal Dirgantara from the direction of the guest room. Asha's husband has changed shirts and pants. His hair was neat but still wet, the water dripping - netes on the shoulders of the shirt. Asha glanced at Arkha with a menacing look.

"Have you compiled the report?"

Dirga received rice from Hanifa.

Azam muttered by getting an equally sweet treatment from his wife. Hamya Arkha who looks terrible at the table without a partner.

"The defendant is accompanied by a lawyer with a weak position. Looks like Steve Yan is broke and can't hire a good lawyer"

"I want the public prosecutor to give you a life sentence"

"I'll fight, they deserve to rot in prison!"

Hanifah glanced at Asha who arrived - suddenly stopped her mouthful and just stirred - stirring.

"Can you guys not talk about that serious thing at the dinner table?"

The two men only realized that Asha's face had turned pale.

Azam grasped his wife's fingers.

"All will be well!"

*Hei..hei..hei...hey..towards a thrilling episode...about - what conflict is it?

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