Kun Fayakun's

Have as a whole

It is not God who created the mass, whose purpose is only to learn so that the self can improve to be better.

Zeva took off her embrace from Kahfi. He rose up and picked up every item given by Kahfi. He folded and tidied the face and prayer mats, and placed the Qur'an given by Kahfi on a nightstand in the corner next to the wardrobe.

As well as a pair of prayer beads given by Kahfi, also placed on the little nightstand. Mukenah and prayer mats he stored in the wardrobe and will wear later when he prayed.

"Have the burden finished?" kahfi asked after she was silent and watched Zeva.

"Not yet" said Zeva while removing one after pajama and hijab instanya "Ze change clothes first yes" he said as he stepped into the bathroom.

After a few minutes just sitting and waiting for Zeva, his wife finally came out of the bathroom with her pajamas on.

Zeva stepped up and sat back next to Kahfi "Let's go to sleep" he said innocently.

Kahfi did not reply to Zeva's words, but instead shifted her body to be closer to Zeva. It is different with Zeva. This girl was very insensitive, she got up and wanted to break the blanket on the bed.

Just getting up but Kahfi held back her hand "Ze" Zeva turned her head and looked at Kahfi standing up. His head slightly bowed looking at Kahfi and moved his eyebrows a sign he answered Kahfi's call.

"Ze, let me have you as a husband to his wife" Kahfi said, rising from his seat and aligning his body in front of Zeva.

Zeva was very short compared to Kahfi, so Kahfi patiently lowered his head to see Zeva. Kahfi's hand was already faithfully clutching Zeva's slender waist. Zeva only responded with a nod when she heard Kahfi's question.

Zeva's hands were very cold when Kahfi began to bring her face closer to Zeva's. Slowly but surely the lips had landed perfectly on Zeva's lips. Maybe this is what the first kiss says so Zeva is so stiff. Kahfi is very ordinary maybe he is a man so his lust is more domineering.

Zeva opened her mouth and allowed Kahfi to do what she wanted. Kahfi's hand clasped Zeva's waist tighter. The left hand he used to hold Zeva's waist while the other one began to go down one by one the pajama buttons that Zeva wore.

Off! With a slow movement now the bodies of the two have been lying on the bed, one by one the clothes that became the wrapper between the two began to fall on the floor.

Kahfi continued to kiss Zeva and Zeva once in a while she returned the kiss and occasionally a sigh came out of her lips as Kahfi's hand played on her chest. Kahfi was very gentle in treating Zeva. So that he only according to the plot of the game created by Kahfi.

With adab and sunah-sunah taught by Rassulullah ahirnya Zeva was able to feel the pleasure of heaven world created by her husband for her.

"Akkhhh" ringis Zeva clutching Kahfi's waist. Can not be denied the pain he feels at this time really makes his tears can not be weaved.

"Narrow Ze" Kahfi said during his game. He saw Zeva close his eyes and there was clear fluid in both corners of his eyes "Sorry baby, if I'm too rough" Kahfi continued.

Still awake. The honor that Zeva has can be obtained by Kahfi. The crown that he had long guarded was able to be achieved by Kahfi. With great difficulty, Kahfi was able to penetrate and break the defense of his wife.

He was happy to be the first to enjoy what his wife had been looking after for a long time. Namu could not be denied millions of questions swirled in his mind. How can he stay awake when he has been married before? that's what Kahfi thinks.

Happiness enveloped the hearts of both. Until both of them are lulled in the delights of the paradise of the world they created. Pain in the beginning was not a problem when her husband smiled at her.

"Thank you, until now still awake" said Kahfi diahir game. Zeva smiled in response to her husband's words.

Kahfi spread her body beside Zeva and pulled out a blanket to cover her body. And both of them dissolve into each other's dreamland.

At 02:30 in the morning Zeva woke up from her sleep. He grimaced a little when he moved his legs to shift.

"Sseee" ringisnya.

By feeling the movement of Zeva Kahfi was awake from her sleep "You are doing Ze" asked Kahfi while rubbing her eyes.

"Tok this Ze want to go to the bathroom to clean and after that pray tahajut. But this, emm this is Ze feeling sick" Zeva complained from inside the blanket.

"Sorry for hurting you. Let me help you in the bathroom!" kahfi said as she got up and picked up her clothes on the floor. He immediately put on his pants.

"Dok, Ze's shy. It also hurts a lot" Zeva lamented.

Without answering Zeva's complaint, Kahfi immediately carried her with a blanket that faithfully covered her body "Band it later if it is finished calling ya" said Kahfi while lowering Zeva

"Emm" Zeva responded with a smile with a nod of her head.

Kahfi out of the bathroom. He saw some of Zeva's clothes still faithfully on the floor. He quickly picked up the clothes and put them in a basket of dirty clothes.

"Splashes of blood" Kahfi murmured with a smile and pulled the now-unfortunate bedsheet.

Kahfi put the sheets into a dirty laundry basket and replaced them with new ones.

"It's okay. Take a shower, Ze will wait and later we will pray together" said Zeva as he walked to the bed "Why changed the sheets of the dock?" zeva asked as she looked at the new bedsheet that had been neat.

"That was dirty Ze. I'll take a shower first. We will pray together later"

After a few minutes Kahfi came out wearing shorts with a chest that showed off his abdominal muscles "Sini Ze help cool his hair doc"

Kahfi sat down and Zeva sat on the bed. Slowly Zeva dries Kahfi's hair "Let's pray Ze first" asked Kahfi.

Both rising. Mukenah has been nicely installed, Kahfi is neat with her sarong and koko clothes. Both perform tahajut prayer. This was the first prayer after Kahfi had Zeva in its entirety.

There is a different atmosphere between then and now. The more I come here and admire. The more we get to know the more we fall in love.

Every prayer and gratitude is offered by these two people. The two returned before God. When others are fast asleep, yet every warrior in the third night even fervently makes a million prayers with a thousand hopes.

"Come Ze" said Kahfi when the two had finished their prayers.

Kahfi asked that Zeva come closer to him. Still wearing a sarong and a cocoa shirt he sat down with his legs crossed asking Zeva to approach him "Still sick? tanyanya when Zeva has been close to her.

" It doesn't hurt so much doc" he replied, looking down.

"Come here" By reaching for Zeva's body to get closer to her Kahfi said.

Now Zeva had rested her head on the chest of Kahfi's field. His hands were outstretched when Kahfi grabbed him.

"How can Ze stay awake? haven't you ever been married? has your ex-husband never asked for his rights?" kahfi asked gently as she rubbed Zeva's head slowly.

"Dok" while looking at Kahfi's face.

"Hemm" Kahfi returned Zeva's gaze.

"Is the doctor happy to have Ze?"

"Why ask like that? of course I'm happy Ze"

"For Ze used to think whether Ze was worthy of someone? and if the doctor asks the problem is still maintained purity Ze. Ze's gonna divorce everything.

Even Ze's ex-husband never looked at Ze's whereabouts. He thinks that our marriage is just one hundred so Ze can't expect more.

Ze once offered to do and fulfill Ze's obligation to serve him as a husband and wife but he even refused on the grounds that he was not entitled to it. From there Ze thought that he hated so much and how low was this marriage relationship?

Even he used to only give a living in the form of material, but not with an inner living" explained Zeva with tears that have been channeled.

"Ze is no longer dosed. Even the man who rejected you was a fool. And you know Ze? Allah is Most Just. He gives love to the right person and you should be grateful for not giving up your sanctity to the wrong person

And you know I'm happy because I was the first guy to feel it and hopefully I'm also the last guy to enjoy it. One for forever. Even if you are not a virgin, I will be happy.

Although not the first person but I will ask God to make me the last person who will accompany you Ze" explained Kahfi while tightening his arms to Zeva.

"Don't cry. God still loves you, so he will keep your honor. Never regret the past, because it is not a bad event" Kahfi said again.

Zeva further tightened her embrace of Kahfi. Every now and then Kahfi kissed the top of Zeva's head. Zeva's cry was still heard until Kahfi chanted Surah Al-Mulk to calm Zeva.

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Sorry if this part does not fit the imagination of the readers:')

Author is still under age. So cmn can tell as much as he can:')

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