Don't Take My Son
Pray First
Kharisa and Rafael were sitting side by side, leaning on the head of the bed, they were engrossed in listening to his son who kept chattering about his activities all day. Kharisa occasionally responded with questions and compliments to his son who was not fussy and could be independent. Rafael also chimed in to show that he listened to the story of his proud son.
"You're a good boy, Daddy proud of you." Rafael praised his son when he told him he had come to his op office, where he was kind, met with opa friends and someone gave him a gift. Rafael gave his thumbs up, He burst his chin on Kharisa's right shoulder, his breath sweeping his cheek making Kharisa move his head in an incline, but Rafael did not want to change his position, instead getting stuck, and even more so, now the finger of his left hand is pinned on Kharisa's right hand, while Kharisa's left hand holds his phone.
"Momy I want to call Om Isal, I want to add another sulat shipment." Suddenly Rakha remembered Faisal. It turns out that in addition to waiting for a call from his mom, he also waited for a call from his favorite om. Since he became ill he has not added his Quran. Usually he and Faisal make vidio calls to add to the verse, or Faisal will send a recording of the voice of the verse that Rakha must memorize, after the new poultice in the deposit test ayat via vidio call or when they meet in person.
"But there's no phone call." Rakha's mind is still plain apparently, obviously Faisal has no contact with Rakha because Rakha does not hold a communication tool, most Faisal will contact Kharisa if he wants to contact Rakh, but there was no contact with Kharisa.
"Maybe Om Isal is busy." Kharisa's concern seems to be happening, Faisal must be hesitant to contact him even though the goal is to contact Rakha, it seems he should contact Faisal if Rakha misses Faisal, and she had to talk about this with her husband so as not to misunderstand, one side she wanted her relationship with Faisal to remain well-established, not to change in the least. Hopefully Rafael can understand.
"Said Oma kilim nomol Om Isal, Oma has no name, later I call Om Isal dali HP Oma." pinta Rakha on momynya. Kharisa.
"Yes already now vidio callnya, momy want to send the number Om Isal." Kharisa said, Rakha seemed to nod his head.
"Rakha is fine with Opa, Oma and grandma well, momy close well."
"Daagh momy, by the daddy. Salamikum." Rakha waved her hand.
"Getishalight." Kharisa and Rafael answered at the same time. The screen went dark. Half an hour had they chatted with Rakha from a distance. The yearning for their son paid off already. Now they just complete their longing for both of them that had been delayed.
"Sa...we continued that earlier." Rafael's voice sounded hoarse, since earlier he harbored something that roiled in his soul.
"Hmmm....?" Kharisa frowned pretending not to understand, but had expected Rafael would not miss this night just like that, until he silenced his HP before being stored again on Rakha's study table so as not to be disturbed anymore. His heart was pounding again, especially when the back of Rafael's hand stroked his cheek and touched his lips.
"You're ready, right?" Four times Rafael asked again Khatisa's readiness when they were already half way, and ready not ready Kharisa not possible to refuse the invitation of her husband, he did not want to include a wife who got the curse of an angel.
Without waiting for Kharisa's answer, Rafael brought his face closer to Kharisa's, Kharisa closed his eyes, but suddenly Rafael pulled back his face.
"I forgot to pray yet." He said, Khatisa opened his eyes.
"I haven't answered her prayer, have you?" Said again. Kharisa shook his head. Kharisa has never memorized it, the intention to memorize it has not been thought of because of his sudden marriage, only he had heard that before doing husband and wife relations should pray as exemplified by the Prophet so that the devil does not enjoy it.
"Awhile...." Rafael got out of bed, took his HP stored in the middle room table, just now when he entered the house he stored his HP and car keys there. Kharisa looks surprised to see her husband out of the room.
Rafael went back in after getting what he needed, information about prayer before having a husband and wife relationship was on his HP.
"We read prayer first." Said Rafael while opening his HP screen. "Yesterday night I sent Mario about sunah the first night." Reciprocity. It turns out that Mario sent a link to an article about the first night adab for the newlyweds.
"This was after the prayer should read this prayer." Raphael showed Kharisa the prayer.
"Yes you have read it now." said Kharisa, Rafael nods his head assenting. Then he put his right hand on his wife's head and read a prayer on his HP screen. Stammering he read it because it was not too fluent to read the Arabic script, then he read the translation of his prayer solemnly as if it were his heart. While Kharisa closed her eyes, confirming the prayer her husband had prayed.
"O Allah, bless me and my wife, and bless them for my cause. O Allah, grant me sustenance for them, and give them sustenance for me. O Allah, unite us in goodness and separate us both in goodness.”
"Aamiin....." Hail Kharisa. Then Raphael kissed Kharisa's forehead.
"Now we read this prayer." Appointing Rafael, Kharisa nodded his head. And they read it together.
"Bismillahi, Allahumma janibnasyaithana wa jannibi syaithaanamaa razaqtana."
"By reciting the name of Allah, O Allah, keep me from the devil and keep the devil away from the child You wish to bestow upon us." (CHR. Bukhari-Muslim)
"Aamiin....." Say them back together. Rafael keeps his HP on Rakha's study desk.
"Why smile like that?" Rafael asked as he went back up to the bed, seeing Kharisa withhold his laughter.
"No. I'm glad to see you're trying to practice sunah." Kharisa held back his laughter because seeing Rafael able to refrain in order to practice a sunah, there was a sense of pride in the heart of her husband who wanted to perform worship according to the guidance of the Prophet.
"For me marriage is something very important in my life, Kang Farhan once said that marriage is worship, even the longest worship, whatever we do in the marriage bond everything includes worship, like we're gonna do now. I want to start this marriage in the right way including everything in it. Although I am still learning, I do not know much. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to guide you because of my limited knowledge. You help me well, teach me whatever you know."
"I'm still lacking knowledge El, we learn together." Kharisa also admitted many Islamic teachings that he did not know, although he used to live in a cottage, but only occasionally he took Islamic studies classes because of his inferiority during pregnancy. It was from Faisal that he knew a lot about the teachings of Islam.
"I also wanted to learn from Teh Moza how to be a wife of a sholehah, she's a great woman, a successful businesswoman but still bring the family together." Kharisa remembered when he was at the house of Kang Farhan and Teh Moza how the family looked harmonious, although each had a busy but still put the family first.
"You're also a great woman, I'm lucky to get you Sa. Thank you for faithfully waiting for me, thank you for accepting me as your husband." Rafael kissed Kharisa's hand which he had held since
"Eh, why are we talking instead of continuing what was delayed."
"You're the one who started talking."
"He.he.iya, yes we continued that." Rafael leaned more and more towards his wife, pulling his shoulders until they faced each other, looking at each other, feeling each other's longing and loving gaze.
"Eh...We don't have to pray anymore, do we? Suddenly Rafael asked, Kharisa shook his head, meaning he did not know whether to pray anymore or not. It appears that if you have to pray again Rafael will take the HPny song then open the link of the article and read the prayer on his HP screen, imagining it makes Kharisa chuckle while closing his mouth.
"Why Sa?" Rafael wondered why Kharisa even laughed, lost already the romantic atmosphere created between them.
"Nooo....." Kharisa shook his head with a dikulum smile.
"You made me, didn't you? What was? Is there something weird on my face?"
"Nothing is."
"Why are you laughing then?" Rafael's Urge
"There really is nothing."
"Don't believe it, you must be lying, look out well I'm legalizing you for lying to your husband." Rafael began to tickle Kharisa's waist, only to make Kharisa jerked, moving his body withstanding the amused, trying to stay away from Rafael. But Rafael did not let go of his continued tickling his wife with a satisfied laugh, he knew Kharisa's weakness.
"Aw..ampun El..sorry...." Shouted Kharisa while trying to shake off Rafael's hand.
"It's been... El..pampuun." Karisa tries to push Rafael's body but instead pushes Rafael to bed, and Rafael rests him with both hands.
"To forgive me, and now that we continue, we pray first, read 'Bismillah' only." Said Rafael while stroking Kharisa's cheek. Kharisa was silent while adjusting his breath that was panting, his body felt weak, in his heart he said basmalah. His heart that had begun to calm again felt the pounding when Rafael looked at him passionately.
"I love you Sa." Rafael half-whispered, his voice raspy. Now the net moved to Kharisa's slightly open lips, without asking for the owner's approval again, Rafael's lips immediately touched it gently. Kharisa can only resign to welcome her husband who has been eager since.
Kharisa was shown doing what he was not allowed to do for the first time with Rafael, beginning with fear and ending with regret. Not to mention the tremendous pain he felt, if he knew until such a pain he would definitely think a thousand times to do it. But that pain
he imagined, he brushed, however now the condition is different, even Rakha was also born from his birth canal, there is no hymen like the bride in general.
She is now the wife of Rafael. Bismillah is now the time for Kharisa to carry out his duties as a wife, to serve her husband born inward, to carry out part of the worship, to achieve the pleasure of Allah through the riddho of her husband.
The bride and groom are swept away in the romance that finally poured out after being buried for a long time, they pour out a peaking longing, welcoming each other with the same taste, a sense of love.
By following their instincts, they both give a touch that causes a sizzle, a strange noise that they continue to feel. Their heartbeats were equally crazy but they continued to climb together to reach the highest peak, feeling soar into the sky that they were not aware of their condition without a single cloth on their body, only a large blanket covered their bodies.
Several groans and moans came out of their lips, until a pressure was felt pushing them to the top together. A sense, an indiscernible pleasure, that clearly made the two of them feel a sense of relief. Although they feel physically tired, their sweat fused together, and breath panting like running out of a marathon but their activities apparently stimulate Endorphins until their happiness was felt.
"Thank you Sa....I love you." Said Rafael softly, his body position is still above Kharisa's body. He kissed in his wife's forehead as an expression of his great love. Then he laid his body on Kharisa's side, in a blanket that covered their innocent bodies.
The night was slow, a pair of brides who had just done a tiring but fun activity, even worth worship, seemed not to close his eyes. They still calmed down, and recalled what they had just felt. It was in Rafael's mind to repeat what they had done. A smile also appeared on his lips.
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Dear Haaaiii reader, sorry I just got up today. Writing this episode takes a great mood. This is what everyone is waiting for.
Get ready to be battered, Kharisa was finished by the gaping of Rafael.😁
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