I'm a Savings Woman

First Fajr

^^^[Vita: How does it feel to marry the same handsome guy on campus?]^^^

[Tia: Don't bother, he's busy growing crops.]

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[Tia: If we can be photographed let us believe.]

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Arsha snorted reading the conversation of her two best friends in the group. The message that came in five hours ago was just read at three in the morning. Arsha was very tired last night and did not have time to open the phone.

Arsha typed in a reply for her two best friends.

[Whispering you.]

Arsha slightly stretched her muscles, then got out of bed.

'Wait, where is he?'

Arsha just realized last night straight to sleep. The clothes are still complete, the dress with a hijab.

A moment later, Arsha smiled faintly as she saw the man wearing the white T-shirt sleeping on the floor with the thick carpet.

Arsha looked at the man who had just become her husband yesterday, there was a book open above her chest.

'I'm sure he must have fallen asleep while reading.'

Arsha walked over and squatted on her side.

'Who would have thought I'd marry Devan.'

Arsha remembers what my father said at the time.

"The soul mate is unique, he may be the one who secretly mentions your name in prayer, he may be the person you once called in prayer, or ... your name was once prayed for by someone to match. That's why we have to pray well, in order to have a good impact in the future" said Rayhan a day before Arsha married.

Arsha kept looking at Devan's face which had the attraction of being kissed.

"Why are you just looking?"

Devan's voice made Arsha jump, even to the back so shocked. Devan's eyes suddenly opened and the two of them were looking at him right now.

“Kok, even dumb?” ask the man.

His eyes were so sharp, but warm. Makes Arsha freeze, then melt into her charm.

"Don't just look at dong, hold the cake, kiss the cake, hug the cake, love the cake."

“I-it, not mahram," replied Arsha of origin, then prepared to stand.

Devan chuckles, then suddenly pulls Arsha's hand until it falls right on it. A very surprised Arsha wants to wake up immediately, but is detained by him.

"Our first night is over" he whispered, giving Arsha goosebumps. "There is no first night, the first dawn can be."

Arsha gulps heavily. "Yes-ngan, Van. I'm still plain."

Devan chuckles. "It's still plain, but I want my picture."

Arsha's eyes widened, then followed Devan's eye motion directed to the phone next to him. Arsha's eyes are getting rounder.

'Is that my cell phone book? Duh, where there is a photo edit of him that I love the symbol lope-lope really big again.'

"Where? Still plain, what's dolosin?"

"I-I'm going to go to the bathroom, hunt out." Arsha tried to escape.

"Kiss first." Devan pointed his cheek.

Arsha again swallowed heavily.

"Select what's kissed dilosin?"

"Kiss!" arsha answered spontaneously and directly pointed her lips at Devan's cheek.

When preparing to land his lips to the cheek, Devan turned to face Arsha.

Arsha immediately moved away and kept her distance from Devan, holding onto her already stained lips. Devan was chuckling.

"Enak, right?" devan asked while sitting down.

'What kind of question is that? Yes, it's delicious!'

"That's mode!" Arsha.

Devan chuckles again. "If you want to say it again. Free, you can add too."

"Sorry, sorry, I'm confused about what to do."

'Oh, yes. I slept first last night.'

"Why sleep downstairs?" Arsha.

"Are you ready to sleep on top of you?"

"God! Be guarded by talking!"

"Why? We already have the halal label," Devan replied casually.

"Oh yeah, yeah."

Both were silent for a moment.

"Not going to the bathroom?" the question breaks the silence.

Arsha. "Not being a kebelt."

"Can it be, huh?"

"May, in this world anything can happen."

"Including our marriage" Devan said, folding his hands in front of his chest.

Arsha was silent for a moment. "That's .. I didn't expect it either."

"Close to." Devan patted her empty side.

Arsha was silent.

"If only I had come closer." The handsome man shifted his seat and was now right in front of Arsha.

"Ma-u what? I'm not ready yet" said Arsha reflexively while covering her body with both hands.

Devan did not answer, but his hand was raised to the top of Arsha's head. Samar Arsha hears him reading something, while his eyes stare at Arsha.

Just a few seconds later, Devan lowered his hand to Arsha's shoulder. "You slept all night, so I haven't had time to pray for the good of our marriage."

Arsha nodded her head. "Oh."

"Nature ...."

"Yes?"

"Help me to be a good husband to you. Because I realized, no one is perfect in a relationship. I still need to learn a lot, even with you. I hope we can complement each other in the future. One promise I'll try to always be there for you."

Arsha's face suddenly felt hot. Devan's gaze also seemed to be probing every inch of his face.

"You're beautiful. Especially if she takes off her hijab."

Arsha kept her distance again. "If it were .. ja-ngan now."

Devan looked confused. "Don't be bald. Don't have hair, do you?"

"Go!"

"Where to look?"

"Th-this." Arsha almost opened the veil. "Ntar I'll show you when you're ready. If not, yes ... tomorrow, tomorrow again, or notar lebaran....."

Devan chuckles. "I was just kidding. Do not be forced if you are not ready. I can wait, just relax."

Arsha was wrong.

'The problem is that I am not used to not wearing a hijab in front of men other than Father and Brother Arka.'

"Five years are waiting for you, I'm strong" Devan continued.

'Five years?'

"meaning?" arsha asked confusedly.

Devan suddenly looked misbehaved, he immediately looked at his watch. "A little while it's dawn. What if we go back to your house. I want to pray in congregation with my father-in-law."

Devan got up and walked quickly to his backpack, picked up his shirt and prepared to take off his shirt.

"Eh, what are you doing?" asked Arsha in shock.

Devan momentarily stopped his activities. "You think?"