Don't Take My Son

I'm yours

Faisal had just returned from the mosque near his home, after Isya prayer he met some of his younger brothers in college who were now in the final level. They also sit in the courtyard of the mosque, engaging in chat about the final task of the thesis they are working on, they use meetings with their seniors to share the experience of working on the thesis so that it can be fast and smooth. Faisal happily shared his experience with his junior to make him forget about his stomach which was starting to feel hungry.

Just getting inside his boarding room, his HP ringing, he frowned reading the name that appeared on his HP screen. 'Bi Goddess calling'. Faisal did keep Kharisa's mama's number but Kharisa's mother had never contacted him or vice versa. Somehow he thought something was important until Mama Kharisa contacted him. Immediately he took his HP and received the call.

"Salamikum, hello Om Isal." Faisal's face immediately beamed to hear the voice of the boy he was very familiar with.

"Waalaikumsalam, where did Tumben Rakha call from HP Oma, where's momy?"

"Momy came home with Daddy, because it's smooth kelja, I'm at Opa's house with Oma there granny." Answer Rakha plain.

"Om Isal I want vidio call yeah, bental."

"Oma I want a vidio call, how to do it." Rakha's voice sounded to Omanya, Faisal just waiting for the action of Rakha's initiative who wants to vidio call with him, even though he could change the mode to vidio call.

"Press the camera image." The sound of his voice.

"Telus Oma?" Apparently there is another instruction on the screen hp Rakha held.

"Press this...press again....." Mama Kharisa guided Rakha until she saw her second face on Faisal's HP screen.

"Of Isal....." Rakha's face looks so cheerful, looks happy like just met the person who was missed after a long time did not meet, but yesterday they met at the wedding event momy daddynya Rakha.

The two of them had been chatting for more than half an hour. Rakha asked for plus his juz ama shipment, now goes to Al Lail's letter. Faisal exemplifies the sound of the first verse until verse three is followed by Rakha.

"Later Om Isal send voice recording to HP Oma well, later if Rakha phone call Om Isal. Now Rakha rest, it's night, tomorrow must be up early for dawn prayer."

"Yes...already yes Om Isal, I love Om Isal. Salamikum." Of course Rakha is the same Om.

"Assalamualaik." Faisal repeated firmly Rakha's greeting, correcting his words.

"He.he....Assalamualaikum." Rakha who understood that his Omnya fixed his greeting immediately repeated it correctly.

"Getishalight." Faisal replied with a smile on his lips.

"Daaaah Om Isal." Not long after that Faisal's HP screen turned dark. He sighed, sat down on the carpet and opened his laptop.

His heart was relieved, it turned out that Rakha had not changed against him even though there was a Daddy, it was clear that Rakha was heard saying that Rakha loved him, the child was expressive, not shy to express his feelings. Unlike his momy who likes to harbor his feelings, never revealed that there is anything like that makes him uncomfortable or not he likes. Except when he expresses a wish to ask her to be Rakha's father.

If only he had accepted Kharisa's request, would he now be with Kharisa and Rakha? Suddenly the thought ran through his mind.

"Astaghfirullah...." He muttered, Faisal rubbed his face roughly. Wasn't he already convinced by the answer given to Kharisa, why now think like that.

Now that Kharisa is happy with his new family, even Kharisa is now with her husband, the man she loves, whom she has been waiting for a long time. Maybe now Kharisa is enjoying being with Rafael without Rakha at their side.

"O Allah, be happy and glorify Kharisa with his family." Sincere prayer from Faisal's lips.

Faisal turned on his laptop, activated his HP hotspot, the internet network was directly connected to his laptop. He will search again for research materials on google, some articles related to research he has read. He remembered if Aini had sent the translation by e mail, last afternoon he sent a message if he would send it tonight if it had finished translating, but it did not exist.

Now his stomach is starting to feel hungry again, Faisal has not had dinner, had returned from the mosque will eat at the shop tent limb which is widely available on the side of the highway, but because he met juniorna he forgot, from the mosque even went straight home to his boarding place.

It feels lazy if you have to go out again, finally Faisal decided to wait for the usual fried rice maker to pass even though a little long, usually above nine o'clock the night just passed.

Faisal opened the box that was on the desk next to his laptop. There was still half the brownies Aini gave him, he took one piece of brownies covered in cheese, then bit it, bit it, feeling the sensation of chocolate taste special smell and taste slightly bitter but fit with the sweet taste legit, combination with the savory taste of cheese topping makes Faisal take one more piece. Looks like his tongue is hooked to taste the delicious brownies by the professor's daughter.

He remembered when he met Aini at the college. The girl always showed her cheerful face every time she met him, including when he was still her level brother. It is fitting that he likes to discuss, apparently because of his family's environmental background. So it occurred to me why Aini had to bother sharing knowledge with her when there was her father who was a professor at their campus. It only occurred to me now that I knew Aini her daughter Prof Apandi.

What else does that girl mean? Seeing her flowery face every time she met him, not to mention now becoming more familiar after meeting back at the airport, including the brownies she gave.

Does he like me? The question was in Faisal's mind. But he dismissed the assumption. It looks like he's the kegeeran. Aini is indeed a cheerful girl, to whom she is friendly, and it is possible that these brownies are as a thank you because she has been a driver escorting Aini and her father home from the airport.

So don't be so prejudiced. For what also think up to there, if indeed Aini really likes it, it's her right, then what does she want? His journey is still long, there are still many dreams to be realized, continuing S2 school, making his parents and family proud, that is what he must think about today.

Faisal returned to focus on reading the article on his laptop screen after spending two pieces of brownies that managed to block his hunger. Focus up! Focus on achieving your dreams Faisal. His inner.

*****

"Sa, aren't you sleepy?" Kharisa and Rafael are still lying on the bed with blankets covering their innocent bodies, they are still awake after half an hour ago performing the first worship after officially becoming husband and wife. Rafael's right arm became Kharisa's head pad, while his left hand stroked the back of Kharisa's hand that was above his chest.

"Not yet.I used to sleep at ten o'clock." Answer Kharisa. The clock on Rakha's desk still shows at half-ten p.m.

"Aren't you cape?"

"Well....?" Kharisa raised his head to look at her husband's face.

"Aren't you cape? You were great. We were almost an hour ago Sa, but you're strong, you can weigh me." Rafael's words suddenly made Khsrisa clap Rafael's hand which was stroking him.

"Ish. don't talk about it." Kharisa's face looks blushing.

"Then know." Kharisa pursed his lips.

"It should be discussed, for harmony humungan husband and wife. Indonesian people do that, consider taboo or not important for the quality of the relationship s*x husband and wife. But it is important to know whether our partner is satisfied or not. Many dissatisfied husbands or wives continue to seek satisfaction outside. Though everything can be solved with openness, then find a solution to overcome the problem."

"Most after doing humungan s*x husband immediately sleep because he feels his needs have been met without regard to his wife whether his wife also achieves his satisfaction or not, and the character of the wives in Indonesia in particular, they did not dare to express their grievances to her husband, they preferred nerima. Satisfaction in s*x relationships is very important for physical and psychological health. Try to pay attention to the many wives who often carelessly, their emotions are unstable, usually because they are not satisfied in the relationship of husband and wife, which is more dangerous the wife is looking for another to fulfill her courage, he said, finally the divorce rate is high." Kharisa took note of what Rafael explained, though he felt ashamed to discuss it.

"I don't want to be like that, I want us to be open to each other, you can complain if there are people who don't like what I'm doing, you also have to be with what you want, what you want, how to."

"meaning?" Kharisa not not do not understand the meaning of Rafael, but if the details of the spa that he likes and does not like when having sex with Rafael does not seem to be imagined, because it is not experienced, because it is not yet, just follow the instinct and compensate for what Rafael did.

"For example, you don't like kissing, *man lips because my mouth smells, for example, you should say. Or you like me touching this part of your body......" Raphael demonstrated to touch Kharisa's chest, only to make Kharisa's hand pull him over.

"iii... El don't need to be exemplified also times, perverted."

"He..he...had clear Sa." Confused Rafael, Rafael was deliberately teasing his wife.

"If you like it you should say, or do you want what style, style like that, standard style anyway, or woman on top or want to ***** *****? Ah later we have to try it, later you feel the good of which." Kharisa now pinched the back of Rafael's hand, frankly he was ashamed to discuss this.

"Why? Do not taboo discuss things like this, it is important for the harmony of our relationship Sa, anyway we discuss both, the important thing is not to discuss it with others." Rafael is assertive, not shy or reluctant to express his feelings or something important in his opinion, and he will honestly say what he likes or does not like, maybe because it is accustomed to the character of westerners who are more assertive than the more closed Indonesians.

"You seem to be experienced." Inexplicably Kharisa's suspicion with Rafael's knowledge of s*x relationships, he became worried whether Rafael experienced during his studies in America, lifestyle there freely.

"I read Sa, I read my lecturer's research journal. In America I focus on learning, never weird. I've never done it other than with you once, once." Obviously Rafael, Kharisa also believes in the words of her husband.

Rafael remembered the first time he did it with Kharisa, it was very different, the satisfaction was different, obviously he used to do it in a hurry, and not calm, he said, filled with fear and could not bear to see Kharisa in pain. Yes, Kharisa used to be in so much pain as to cry, but just now it did not seem to feel any pain, even up to several times soaring high.

"Aren't you sick?"

"Hmm?" It seems that Kharisa is not concerned, maybe there is something he is thinking about, I don't know what, to not hear clearly Rafael's question.

"Are you sick?" Again, this time with a whisper in Kharisa's ear, making Kharisa goosebumps because of Rafael's breath.

"No, it's just a little bit." Answer Kharisa.

"The bride is no longer a virgin El, there are tails too." Kharisa's voice sounded a little disappointed, he was disappointed in himself who could not keep his honor, lucky mate men who used to snatch his chastity, try if the soul mate of another man, try if the other man, perhaps she would be in guilt of not being able to give her chastity to her husband.

"Ah Sa..forgive me, you do not be sad, I also take your chastity." Raphael hugged Kharisa's body. There was regret on his face.

"Yes it's all gone, the important thing is we regret it, maybe it's the way we should be like this, there is also Rakha that we should be grateful for." Kharisa's words comforted his heart.

"Yes I am very grateful, there is Rakha among us, she who is the way we are reunited in the halal bond of marriage."

"I'm also very grateful to finally have you Sa. Now you're mine." Now Rafael lay down, his right hand holding his head so that he could look at his wife.

"You belong to me Sa." He repeated his words, with a heavy voice, their gazes met made Kharisa feel a strange sensation in his body, seeing the gaze of Rafael who seemed to desire back. Kharisa only budged as the back of Rafael's hand stroked his cheek, then touched his lips.

"You're not cape, are you? It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"I'd like to repeat that Sa, would you?" Kharisa's still flinching. But now his heart feels beating.

Ah how could she refuse her husband's request, Kharisa thought. It has become his.

"I'm yours El, of course I can't refuse your request." Kharisa.

"But you don't mind, do you?" Rafael asked to make sure, of course, he also did not want Kharisa to feel forced. Kharisa shook his head.

"But I'm going to go to the bathroom first, we have to clean our bodies first." Kharisa said hurriedly before Rafael touched him again.

"But you don't have to take a shower, do you?"

"Just clean it up. I'll go first, yeah, get me my clothes." I don't know where their clothes are, which is clearly not visible on the bed. Turns out it was on the floor, Rafael took it, gave it to Kharisa.

They took turns cleaning each other's bodies before repeating activities that would make them exhausted but pleasant and bring them soaring high.

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