
A week after graduation, Azahra and Zulfikar held a reception. The event was held quite lively, many guests were invited to the event. After the reception, Azahra and Zulfikar did not immediately have a husband and wife relationship. Not to delay, but both are tired. Tired of standing in the shade. The next day, they make a flight to Europe.
At night in Europe, Azahra and Zulfikar stared at each other on the bed. A second later they laughed together. I don't know what's going on, but they both seem to understand each other's gaze.
"You are ..." Zulfikar tickles Azahra.
Azahra laughs. "Even my brother .." he asked to take himself off.
Zulfikar stopped his activities. Then he looked back at the wife's bead. Azahra who had found Zulfikar open the geogle application only to learn prayer before intercourse, the woman laughed again. The understanding Zulfikar laughed as well.
"I'm ashamed ..." Zulfikar hid his face in his wife's stomach.
"Sir Zul is not there, amused tofu .." cried Azahra distanced her husband's face.
Zulfikar. His gaze was completely diverted to the netra of Azahra's eyes. Both hands outstretched grabbed the hand of the wife. kissed her once and then looked back at the bead of the wife's eyes.
"Honey, let's get into serious mode" he said, sounding serious.
"Let's do a worship that we always delay all this time" he added.
Azahra nodded in agreement. Seeing his wife's response, Zulfikar approached his second lip with no distance. Azahra's face turned red, her heart beating so fast.
"It looks like I have a heart disease" Azahra's inner being quoted by Zul began his action.
In terms of kissing, Zulfikar is the king. Look, he didn't give his wife a chance. The longer he kissed, Azahra began to retaliate. However, his kiss felt stiff. With the help of Zulfikar's lida, Azahra slowly understood. What to do while kissing.
Tonight in Europe, precisely at the house of Papa Giman, Azahra gave himself completely to the husband, as well as Zulfikar who managed to remove a thick liquid in the form of***** on the womb of the wife.
In the morning, Azahra and Zulfikar are en route to the frankfurt romerberg. Both made a list of sightseeing before returning to Indonesia. Upon arrival at the destination, the two went around on foot.
"Honey, take a picture of yuk" said Zulfikar pointing the phone in the air.
Vekrekk!!
One picture was both taken. Zulfikar posted it on his social media account with the caption "My wife". In an instant, the post was flooded with many comments.
"Suit warm this is a couple"
"May Allah leave a little baby in the womb of Brother Zahra"
"Spill his clothes dong Kak Zahra"
After taking a picture together, Zulfikar took Azahra to a restaurant in the romerberg area. Inside the restaurant, Zulfikar ceaselessly stared at Azahra as smiley as he had on his dress.
"Honey, don't ignore me dong" said Zul advancing his lips forward.
"Yes my dear .." Azahra replied filling her phone in a bag.
Orders were delivered, Zul and Azahra started lunch. After eating, the two continued to wander from one place to another. Do not forget that the two captured the moment together.
When the disk of the sun as a whole has disappeared from the horizon, Azahra and Zulfikar are still in European restorants. Enjoy some evening menu, then go home at a shelter.
Upon arrival at Giman's father's house, Zahra and Zulfikar cleaned themselves before resting.
"Darling, are you tired?" tanya Zul is just stale.
"Hmmm" Azahra replied, closing her eyes.
"Why? Does Brother want to? If so, let's do it together. But slowly yes, do not be like last night, very rude" said Azahra who accidentally saw the sad expression of her husband.
A second later, Zulfikar's gloomy face emitted a happy radiance. "Come, I'll not be rude anymore" he said.
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Seriate.
Starting today the novel will be up 1 episode every day. This novel does look way in place, because it is only until Zulfikar passed his S2. So it's just about recovery, and their daily lives.