Destroyed Because of My Wife's Second Puber
Akad
Now everyone in the room immediately looked at Faizah, who seemed silent, looking down.
"In a hadith, the silence of a girl, that sign agrees. Well then, yes, we will meet up later tonight, how?
Later let the penghulu immediately in contact.
Rayyan also, immediately ask his future wife, want to ask what, as his dowry" said one of his Uncle, who is experienced.
Finally, after deliberating, and inquiring directly to Faizah, it was decided, later that night after the Isya prayer, they would hold a marriage contract.
"What do you want to ask me for, Za?" asked Rayyan, who was sitting across from Faizah, separated the cake plates, which were arranged nicely, on a green rug.
Faizah bowed down, not daring to answer.
"Don't feel sorry for me, any minute, I'll be your husband. So let's say, whatever it is, as long as I can, I will definitely fulfill it" Rayyan said.
After a long moment of silence, in a quiet voice, Faizah replied.
"As for Rayyan, I don't know what to ask for" Faizah replied.
Rayyan looked puzzled, as Faizah was only resigned.
He still remembers, when he married Sonia first.
Sonia asked for 500gr worth of jewelry, and a fair amount of cash.
Fortunately, his father was still there, and his father provided everything for his future son-in-law.
Rayyan then decided to go to her mother, and asked her opinion.
After hearing his son's words, the mother replied.
"You're more than you ever gave Sonia. Especially now that you have more than enough Nak, plus there are also Dea and Aksa.
For a girl like Faizah, it would be very heavy, carrying this kind of trust, because she herself still has no children "Answer the Mother, sounds wise.
Rayyan agreed. He would.present his best dowry, to a girl like Faizah.
The moment we were waiting for arrived. Not felt, time passed quickly.
After performing congregational prayers, all family members gather in the living room, which is quite spacious.
Faizah has been dyed ala perfunya, by Aunt of Rayyan.
The girl who always wore a mask on her face, looked down, wrapped in a very beautiful white robe, which was bought by Rayyan's mother, suddenly.
The mask was white, still covering her beautiful face.
Rayyan seemed to sigh many times, nervous.
She was married, but she was still nervous.
After the waiting penghulu came, the event was immediately started.
With full service, all of them follow the sacred event, although only in the title simply.
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Rayyan looked a little trembling, her body felt cold, when her hands, now in a tight handshake by the pak pengupulu.
But fortunately, she was able to recite her marriage contract very smoothly.
"How are the witnesses??" ask the pengulu sir.
"Well!!!" answer the audience in unison.
"Alhamdulillah.." pak penghulu then chanted prayers, for the continuity of the household, the bride and groom.
As with most brides, Faizah was immediately taken to meet her husband, and kissed the husband's hand, for the first time.
Ms. Fatimah and Mbok Nah, look unable to resist the feeling of her scent.
Same with Rayyan, and Faizah.
With trembling hands, Rayyan grabbed his new wife's forehead, and kissed her gently.
Dea and Aksa immediately embraced her new father and mother, with great pleasure.
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The night was getting late, the relatives had gone home earlier.
While Rayyan, was still accompanying Pakdhenya chatting.
The children were also asleep, accompanied by his grandmother.
Faizah looked confused herself in her husband's room.
He had started earlier, took off his clothes, and replaced them with a nightgown, a pajama made of a very soft silk cloth.
I don't know when Rayyan did it, but the 35-year-old man had filled the closet in his room, with new clothes, for his wife.
Faizah was still wearing her hijab, but had removed her face cover.
His heart was so unremarkable, with his new status, which he had now looked at.
To cover up her nervousness, Faizah picked up a novel, which was lying on Rayyan's room table.
Before long, there was the sound of her bedroom door opening quietly.
Not knowing what to do, Faizah remained seated on the sofa chair, which was in the room, while reading a book.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Rayyan, greeting his wife.
"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied the beautiful girl nan ayu, wirih.
With a doubtful step, Rayyan then approached his wife, and sat down next to her.
In his eyes the beautiful face of his wife, which now makes it seem crazy, because the face is so perfect.
Being looked at like that, making Faizah, looking down even more.
Anxious with his wife's shy behavior, Rayyan grabbed his chin, and looked into his eyeballs.
"Are you nervous Za?" rayyan asked, with a hoarse voice, because suddenly, her throat felt so dry...
Faizah looked down, not daring to look at her husband's face.
"I will not force you to serve me Za, now sleep" said Rayyan, who saw Faizah looking terrified.
Rayyan immediately got up, after kissing his wife's forehead softly.
"It's night, sleep Za" said Rayyan again, when he saw Faizah was just silent, not budging from his place.
Rayyan then turned off the main light, and left only a sleeping lamp, which made the room atmosphere become dim.
Slowly, Faizah got into bed, and immediately laid her body, turning her back to her husband.
Faizah looked misbehaved, then sat down again.
"Open up, don't worry, I won't do anything, as long as you don't allow it" Rayyan said, staring at Faizah's face.
Faizah finally opened her veil.
Rayyan seemed to gasp, as she saw Faizah's beauty growing, with her brownish hair, which was surging.
"Subhanaallah" said Rayyan, then stroked his new wife's face.
"Why are you so beautiful Za? I'm really lucky, because I can have you, who always take care of themselves" said Rayyan, very happy.
"Emm, so Rayyan sir, it doesn't matter if I keep wearing a mask or veil?" faizah asked, beginning to dare to look at her husband's face.
"Don't call Sir, call Mas, or you can" Rayyan said, seeming to object to his wife's greeting.
"Eh yes, sorry Mas" Falat Faizah, looked a little awkward.
Rayyan then took his wife into his arms.
"From now on, don't ever feel awkward about me again Zah, think of me as your friend" Rayyan kissed the top of his wife's head, which smelled of the flower.
"God willing" Faizah replied.
"Emm, how about tonight we just tell the story. I want to hear about your life's journey over the years" Rayyan said.
"But there is nothing interesting about my life story" Faizah replied.
"It's okay, Mas just wants to know about you, your family, your likes, your favorite foods, ideals, and others" said Rayyan again, still hugging Faizah's tiny body, still holding her, and stroking his head hair.
Faizah felt so comfortable and peaceful, in her husband's arms.
All this time, he had never felt this calm, and comfortable feeling.
'Is this what it feels like to be loved and loved?' faizah whispered in her heart.
Faizah then told her about her life to her husband.
Almost the same as the story told by Mbok Nah, Rayyan heard Faizah's story carefully.
"So you have family in Turkey?" rayyan asked his wife.
Faizah nodded.
"Dad deliberately left his family, because they did not approve of the marriage of Father with Mother" Faizah said.
"But long ago, Father's younger brother, once came to the house, and persuaded Dad to come home, and took us there.
But before Dad did that, Mom and Dad, who died in an accident "he said, seemed to start glazing.
Rayyan immediately tightened her embrace.
"Did they know about Dad's death?" ask Rayyan.
Faizah.
"Or maybe you know, in what part of Turkey do you have a large family?" ask Rayyan again.
"There Mas, Uncle used to give me an address and phone number, but I was afraid to call Dad's family" Faizah said.
"Why afraid?" ask Rayyan.
"Fear they won't accept me and act badly to me" Faizah replied.
"Well, sometime, Mas will take you, to find out" said Rayyan.
"really? " ask the ayu-faced girl, happy.
"Of course, now whatever your problem, it will also be my problem dear" said Rayyan, kissing his wife's cheek.
Faizah looked embarrassed, receiving a kiss from her husband.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" rayyan asked, rubbing gently and slightly kneading his wife's back, so as to feel more relaxed to him.
"Never" replied the girl shaking her head, with her twinkling eyes, making Rayyan seem anxious.
"There was once a man who approached, and he was the son of the village chief. Because of him, I was traumatized. He almost raped me, trapping me in a class that was getting quiet.
Fortunately God is still protecting me, he hasn't touched me yet, the Headmaster came, and took him to the police station" Faizah said, with a slightly frightened face.
"So since then, have you covered your face?" ask Rayyan.
"Yes Mas" Faizah replied nodding.
"From now on, I'll take care of you. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you" Rayyan said, staring at his wife's face.
Faizah looked moved, and was transfixed, as Rayyan began to draw her face closer, and softly kissed her lips.
She could only be shut down, and let her husband do that.
She felt a strange sigh as her husband continued to sip her lips, which had never been touched by another man.
Her breath began to sting, and began to dare to return the kiss of her husband.
Even now her two hands, already hugging tightly, her husband's sturdy body.
Feeling a positive signal from his wife, Rayyan began to dare to do more...
Until finally, Faizah can only resign, when the husband began to take something, which he has always taken care of well.
"Let's say it hurts" whispered Rayyan, in the ear of his wife, who had been seen resigned in her confinement.
Faizah can only bite his lips, as Rayyan begins to launch her action.
The corner of her net seemed wet, as her husband managed to penetrate what he had been taking good care of.
Rayyan immediately kissed the wife's soft lips, so that the pain in his wife, can be diverted.
"Thank you Za, I will never forget this historic night.
From tonight on, you are all mine dear" said Rayyan, then tightened his arms, and wiped away his wife's tears, which began to well up.
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