
When the guests disperse. Zahra and Arsyad returned to Zahra's room in Zidan's house. While Arsyad's parents chose to sleep at Melati's parents' house. The plan, tomorrow morning then they take Arsyad and Zahra to the house that Arsyad has provided for his partner.
In the room, again Zahra was made up of fog by the zipper of her dress. Same with the dress this morning. It is located at the back and difficult to reach.
"Here I help!" arsyad offered to offer himself.
No more drama calling Melati. Zahra was silent when her husband helped her lower the zipper on her dress. Arsyad is also sensitive, he only lowers half, so Zahra can already grab it.
Zahra, then goes into the bathroom and cleans up. Replace with Arsyad.
Both of them offer prayers before going to bed. The show started after Maghrib.
When he wanted to sleep, that was when Zahra felt nervous and awkward as awkward as it was.
Arsyad saw the nervous expression of his wife. He smiled, seemingly understanding what made his wife nervous.
"Sleep! You must be tired. Tomorrow we'll go home. Assalamualaikum."
Arshad settles down beside Zahra.
'Not tonight. Not free, this is the house of people, his mind can not wait for the morning to be able to bring the wife to his own home.
"Glamma!"
Zahra felt safe from the grip of the savage beast at this moment. He was very afraid that Arsyad would ask for his rights. It is impossible to resist, because Zahra is a religious person. But, to be honest, he was not ready to do his duty.
Wanna revolt? the sin!
Well, just give it up.
Tonight Zahra sleeps in silence. She did not remove her hijab and niqab. Plus, Arsyad's hands were coiled tightly around his stomach.
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After breakfast, the atmosphere of Zidan's house became blue.
Zahra took turns hugging everyone. She's going to the husband's house. It is far from the home of his family. In fact, he was to leave for Amsterdam two days later. There's an urgent job at Arsyad's company over there. And when it's finished, the plan they will immediately make the honeymoon trip.
"Aunty, hiks Ayifa!" whinek the little Alifa. He was in Zahra's body. Not want to let go of the aunty who has been more often invite him to play and walk in appeal to his own mother.
Zahra could not say. He glanced at his brother as if asking for help. He could not bear to see his father crying so. But he has to go, right? A wife should go where her husband goes.
"Alifa dear, Alifa said she asked for a sister at that time. What if aunty made it? But, Alifa had to be sure to come with Uncle. Alifa's new sister could be."
Jasmine's words, made everyone almost choke on his own saliva. But, it turned out to be very powerful. Alifa immediately released her hand that had been holding Zahra.
"Well, fast, yeah aunty. Ayifa wants to play with sister. Mom is equally papa does not want to make. Make a lot of aunty, let Ayifa have a lot of friends."
Alifa said as if making a child was as easy as making dough. And, look at Zahra's face. His face was red. How can I get a sister to do it? While in the hug of her husband alone, her breathing almost stopped.