I'm Sorry to Throw You Out

Ijo Lamp

...🌸POV RAJESH🌸...

"We pray sunah first yuk."

I invited my teacher to pray actually as a trick to overcome the situation that was suddenly awkward after we were left alone in the room that had been set in such a way by hand hired by mama Karin. We even had a wonder to see the room that was originally occupied by Zoya tau already themed bridal room because before we officially became husband and wife, my wife's room is still without decoration.

"Yes, um."

That soft voice I have heard almost every day but somehow tonight it sounds softer and what its name is,,, it excites hehehe,,, it, it is,,,

This is original due to the romantic atmosphere created in this room to seduce my dirty thoughts to jostle out. Actually, it's legitimate if I want to pounce on him right now. But, right, it's a first for him.

I must treat her gently so as not to hurt her or cause trauma. If he gets traumatized, I'm also the one who fucked up guys hahaha,,,,, uh,,,

"If there will be wrong or less pleasing during the mas so your prayer priest, say yes dear. Let me fix it next time. Understandably mas not much religious science." I said humbled.

"Yes mas. We are learning the same." My wife smiled so sweetly that it made me even more anxious and impatient.

Hufftt,, hold Jesh, hold it.

Doing the whole unification, however, was not my first time. I did it with Nadine. But it used to be not this ugly, not this hot. Nadine is not a virgin and as I recall she took control of our first night.

Hmm, where is that woman now? I never heard from him at all. So did papa Gunawan. Is he still healthy?

Ah,, stop. Don't think of creatures from the past anymore. Focus on the beautiful creature in front of me that looks more and more beautiful with the face covering her body.

"Are you ready, baby?"

"It's already" he answered.

Not wanting to postpone the essence of my duties tonight, then I began to establish 2 rakaat sunah prayers that I lead. What a Mashaallah!!! This was the first time I stood in front of him as his prayer priest.

I focused on this one thing facing the one Dzat that has bestowed all happiness on me. At the end of the rakaat and salam, I covered these two hands by putting myself as low as possible before HIM.

"Yes Rabb, thank you. Thousands of thanks to you for all these flavors. Thank you for praying my prayer all this time. Thank you for opening the way for me and my wife to reunite after so long apart. Lead our way to your heaven. Help us make our marriage the last marriage of sakinah, mawaddah and warohmah."

"Aamiin's."

Both me and Zoya, we said it almost at the same time. I shifted my sitting position which was originally behind him now to face him. Zoya asked my hand to kiss her. Mashaallah, which other delights can I deny??

"You are beautiful dear." These lips can no longer not praise her.

"Thank you mas." My wife's two cheeks meet red signifying she's ashamed of the cat.

I'm sure he's also busy easing awkwardness because tonight is our first night as husband and wife. I who have experience alone can still be awkward especially him?

I gently lifted her chin so that I could look back at the beautiful face that had originally looked embarrassed. Now the face looks at me with two eyes that always look beautiful in my eyes.

I slowly put my face to her. My Zoya closed her beautiful eyes making me feel a little annoyed because those two beautiful eyeballs disappeared from my view. But it was only for a moment because now my eyes were even on the rannum lips.

Lips that I'm sure no one has ever touched or tasted tenderness. I wanted to be greedy but once again I remembered that I did not want to treat him rudely. I want him to feel the softest tenderness in the world just from me.

"Come, we move up." invite me while pointing to the contest that has decorated the heart-shaped red roses.

Zoya nodded. I guide him and I sit on the edge of the bed which will be the witness where these two loving hearts will be united. I can feel his hands so cold. My wife must be groggy.

It's okay, baby, I'll give you real warmth.

"Wait a minute" I said as I took off my skullcap and headed to the table to get a glass of water for Zoya.

Zoya takes it and drinks it slowly. He seemed to understand the meaning of the water I gave him. In addition, it is one of the sunah before raising his wife, actually, if you think the white water can also calm him which must be awkward.

After drinking, I touched his head and read a prayer. Zoya just resigned herself and closed her beautiful eyes. I sat next to him. I held her cold hand.

"Darling, are you ready? Do you want to put it off first?" ask me before I really do my job.

"Don't make me a bad wife tonight mas. I ready. Just do it." she said with the sweetest smile.

"Are you sincere, dear?" back I make sure.

"I was born inwardly. Do it." Zoya opened the face she was still wearing.

Yesss,, light ijo!!! Mashaallah,,,!!!

"Thank you dear. I'll do my best, baby." I smiled winning.

Zoya nodded. Immediately I bring him into my arms. Not even an inch of space between us was created. I've longed for her to be my wife again after so long we've been separated. I still believe in not believing that she has now returned legally to be my wife.

Remembering that made me shed tears.

"Why are you crying?" her question with her hand moved gently rubbed my tears.

I just shake slowly. I close my face. I kissed her forehead again, then her eyes were closed, her nose, her cheeks then,,, her lips. I could feel a little rejection from her body that was jolted but then my wife was able to adjust. He let me enjoy those big lips.

Just kissing his lips alone is able to make the desire in a long-buried self now back out. Challenge yourself to be a mighty man tonight just for my beloved wife.

Satisfied to play with those beautiful lips, I slowly lowered my face and landed on the niche of her fragrant neck. Get there, Zoya or my Lovely, clutching my hand. A slight sighing sound came out from her beautiful lips.

"Mass,,,"

"Follow it, baby, don't get arrested" I whispered while still kissing her neck.

I pushed her a little bit until we were both lying down,, then, then,,,,

...Tiiiittttt is afraid of censorship,, Shrimp ya get here only part of their first night. Next please imagine the design of his own scene wkwkwk author can not be afraid of wanting wkwkwk...

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