Hugging Lover in Prayer

Salwa Offers

Returning to the residence with Randy, Salwa felt a tightness in her chest again. How this man wants to raise when he is the arrival of monthly guests, although he knows that Randy is indeed valuing his body.

"Slowly" said Randy persuading his wife.

Beautiful beads look dewy it is not ignored. Randy is more concerned at the height of the lust release.

Pain, disgust, that's what Salwa feels. Hearts increasingly struggling, Randy's behavior is not natural to him. Under the shower, the tears came back.

"I'm not strong. He only cares about his lust, not my feelings" Salwa lamented at his fate.

"Darling, how long?." Randy's voice knocked on the bathroom door, making Salwa wipe her face, as much as possible to make herself calm again.

"Anu---, I'm still cleaning myself" he said.

"Hurry, tonight we have dinner with Mr. Heru."

Mr. Heru, Salwa remembered the message from the kind old man.

Clenching my hands" I'll try to be myself, this time" he said.

Instead of wearing Randy's preferred sexy outfit, Salwa wanted to wear a more polite outfit. Of course, Randy refused the wife's choice. As the look on the man's face stiffened, Salwa felt a thump in the chest. But for the sake of self-esteem, Salwa ventured to reject Randy's choice this time.

"Why are you??" staring at Salwa who was wearing trousers with a top covering her two precious assets.

"What's with this shirt?" pulling a long-sleeved top on Salwa's body.

"I'm comfortable dressing like this" before saying, Salwa took a slow breath.

"No!!. You are not attractive if you wear clothes like this!!."

"Well, I'm home."

"God!!" hardik Randy, a sharp look now raining on his wife.

"Mas! I don't want to wear sexy clothes anymore. I'm not comfortable!" for the first time, Salwa voiced out after Randy rebuked her.

Grinning, Randy took a seat on the living room couch"While my wife, you're mine, what's mine should be what I want to be" in a flat tone, Salwa could feel those stifled emotions.

"Mas---."

"My dear salwa. Be a wife obedient to the husband" stood up and approached Salwa. Pulling the wife's face to look at him.

Handsomest. Yep! the word immediately crossed his mind. But being handsome is not enough!.

"Being yours, does that mean I can't be me anymore?" in a sad view, Salwa tried to dive into the heart of the husband.

"It's not like that, baby. I just want you to always look attractive. I'm proud to have you" those two eyebrows with thick fur clashed together, stressing to Salwa how much she loved him.

"just that? just want me to always look attractive?. So, what about my feelings?. I'm not comfortable being the attention of a man other than yourself" come on, this woman's bead is back foggy, she just wants more understanding of her partner.

"Darling -- -."

"I'm not leaving. Just go." Stepping out on leaving Randy.

"GOD!!" that note, just this time Salwa heard from the mouth of a Randy.

Salwa's face stiffened, but she dared to look at her husband.

"Quick change your clothes. Or--." The word hangs. And Salwa knew this was a threat.

Salwa has been enlightened since she met and talked a lot with Heru. This woman wants to take the opportunity of a husband who likes to show his body.

"30 million. Mas always threatened to stop the monthly money Dad and Mom if I refused Mas's wishes. This time, I want something in return. Despite the routine of receiving money from Mas, in fact Father and Mother still have debt."

Randy rubbed his face, not the money Salwa mentioned. The attitude of the wife this time really surprised him.

"30 million?."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

"OKAY. I forget. I should've done more for your family because your life was in my hands." This speech in iringin sharp gaze. Salwa swallows the saliva, this further drowns her in the pool of Randy's lust.

"Tomorrow morning we take care of the debt, tonight return to my charming Salwa. Okay?!" approached Salwa and rubbed her head. Gentle Randy's voice yet pierced into the heart of the heart, Salwa's life is increasingly entangled in this man.

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Shame, hugging Yasmine so tightly despite being in the boarding school. There were some santriwati who asked where the ring that was embedded in the ring finger went, and Yasmine seemed to be at a loss for words to give an answer. In fact, at first he just said it was an ordinary ring, without any special bond between himself and someone. Only Syabilla's ustadzah knows, but it feels like one hostel knows. Akh!, that's how Yasmine is. The level of concern of this girl was indeed too excessive.

More quiet, that's how people around him feel. Yasmine who usually put on a flat face looking at the face of santriwati during rote deposit, now more look sad. Even when one santriwati mistakenly chants the nadhom tajwid sequence, Yasmine is silent.

"Yasmine!!." Call Nada.

Yasmine seemed to be in another world, the call was ignored.

"Jasmine Fateena!."

"Well?!!!."

"Limadza?."

"La ba'sa's. Ana bikhoir" said she was fine, but it was clearly visible.

Sharifah, one of Yasmine's colleagues took over the small table in front of Yasmine"Wash your face, pray and multiply dhikr. Do not drown in daydreams when there is a problem. Complaining to God, it's better than being prepared for strong support."

Sharifah like knowing the problem was perched on his shoulders, but Yasmine never told him. Tone frowned at hearing the words of Sharifah. He also felt Yasmine's change, but Syarifah seemed to know the problem that was plaguing the life of the roommate.

"I'm just tired. Doesn't seem to feel well. I'm allowed to rest" still don't want to share the story.

"Hemm, go" said Sharifah and Nada.

When Yasmine left, Nada asked what Sharifah had meant.

"You are not very sensitive, even though the roommate. He was quiet but lately more reserved. I think he must be having a problem."

"Betul brother. Yasmine's sister is not focused, yesterday she took my clothesline. Though the clothesline is on the clothesline."

Staring at the santriwati who mispronounced the nadhom sequence earlier, Syarifah immediately said"Malah join the conversation. Repeat your memorization."

Grinning a horse"And it's already the same sister Yasmine."

"You think I'm deaf, obviously you were wrong. Let's repeat it again."

"Yahhh Brother Syarife, if it is repeated again I am not sure I can" clear, not new anymore if repeating the naafalan is not always smooth.

"Sharifah, not Sharife!!. Change names of people. Rebukanin, if not I give you red!!."

"Sama Kak Nada deh."

"It's my turn!" santriwati protested because she was sitting in front of Nada. The famous tone is the softest, and the most tolerant among the security here. It is not strange that who fill the line on his part more than the other security lines.

Looked glum, want to not santriwati was faced with Sharifah.

Apparently, Kyai Bahi had been watching them since earlier. The corner of the old man's lips lifted up watching their behavior. And regarding Yasmine, honestly the feeling of wanting to make her granddaughter-in-law was still there. Seeing the girl moody, his heart became worried.

To be continued...

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