Leak Me To His Jannah
The Eps 11
The day had passed, Gibran was still trying to get used to his wife
in fact, they have been left by Mr. Burhan and Bu Rosa who had to go abroad for business for a long time
Gibran did not even change, sometimes coming home drunk, but Nisa always patiently faced her husband
they have not even shared a bed considering Gibran who is also reluctant to touch his wife not because he does not want to but many times also he tries not to be provoked when there is nothing wrong with it.
Nisa already knew about her husband, although heavy but patiently lived the fate line that had been set by Him
the semester break also arrived already two days Nisa enjoying a vacation at Home, waiting for her husband to come home, and preparing food she always carries out her obligations as a wife
that afternoon Gibran went home and as usual was immediately greeted with Nisa
"Assalamualaikum" Gibran walked into the room
"Waalaikumsalam Mas" Nisa quickly helps her husband take off the suit and put it in the basket of clothes
she had prepared warm water for her husband
Gibran went into the bathroom while Nisa, who had just taken a shower, was also ready to change clothes after doing her job
Not long ago Gibran out in a bathrobe while drying his hair with a small towel but the scenery in front of him made him stop moving
As Nisa combed her hair this time Gibran was amazed to notice the long straight and black hair
Only this time did Gibran notice his wife's face clearly without the Hijab
usually he just watched his wife with a headscarf plus Gibran who was busy at the office and always came home drunk
with a slow step unknowingly Gibran touching his wife's hair made Nisa pause, he also did not want to argue and also did not dare to dodge
Gibran's hand hugged Nisa's waist and kissed Nisa's long unraveling hair and was still half wet
Nisa trying to regulate this breath was the first hug of her life
"Why are you always so patient with me? Gibran's whisper in Nisa's ear
"Karan you're my husband Mas, I have to find your Ridho" replied Nisa slowly
Gibran turned his wife's body right in front of him
"Are you going to do everything I tell you to do?
Nisa smiled "As long as Mas does not forbid me to worship then I should have followed what Mas said"
Gibran sighed and stepped away from Nisa
continuing the activity of drying hair that was delayed
likewise with Nisa who finally can breathe a sigh of relief after a few minutes ago found it very difficult to breathe
Nisa now lets her hair unravel and walks open the closet to prepare Gibran's casual attire
Gibran who saw his Istir was very graceful when clearly there was no makeup polish on Nisa's cheek, the clothes he was wearing were also very polite, none of Nisa's nightgowns looked sexy
the heartbeat of Gibran's hunt was unbearable even he did not want to turn his gaze away from his Istir which he thought was too dear to ignore
Beautiful straight hair, beautiful body shape, gentle temperament, what makes it like this, even I feel so lucky to be able to see what others have never seen, can I touch it? huufffs
Nisa walked over to Gibran
"This is his shirt"
Gibran immediately grabbed the shirt with the slightest look turned from Nisa's face
"Are you teasing me??
The question that surprised Nisa
"I mean Mas? Nisa immediately shuddered she did not even know in which way she was flirting with her husband
Gibran who realized his words immediately hit his mouth, as much as possible control his behavior that began to strange
And why am I talking about that??
"Mmm I want dinner" Soon Gibran melted the ice he created himself
"Okay, I'm going to the kitchen first"
Nisa grabs her hijab and veil then passes to the Kitchen
leaving Gibran who fell on his mattress
What the fuck is this? I can show my stupidity in front of him
Gibran have you lost your pride??
Gibran rubbed his face embarrassed, repeatedly rolled the body on the mattress and did not even care anymore to wear the clothes Nisa took
He continued to condemn his stupidity, even though it was not something to be regretted
as Gibran continued to curse himself
Nisa who was staring at the door was confused whether to make a sound or not
it seemed like her husband was doing wrestling on his own mattress kicking the air, hitting the forehead even twisting the body many times
Gibran who was aware of Nisa's presence was increasingly frustrated
She saw? aarggghhh Gibraannn
"I'm sorry I brought you some coffee but I don't dare interfere with Mas's activities"
Nisa immediately put the coffee on the table and returned to the Kitchen
what kind of activity is Nisaaa??? aargghh I'm ashamed even you saw me acting stupid like this.
Nisa who was not too hard thinking ignored the events she saw,
She was focused on cooking for her husband
ever since his in-laws left for the Outer Country Assistant who served in the Kitchen has been temporarily moved to the Back Garden until his in-laws came,
because for her husband's business Nisa never let anyone else do it
Washing clothes, cooking and other necessities of her husband became her responsibility
When she finished in the Kitchen, Nisa immediately brought dinner to the room to meet her crazy husband
When she arrived at Nisa's room, she saw Gibran sitting on the sofa with his Hand in his hand
Nisa placed the food on the table and momentarily looked at Gibran
uh why is he staring at me?? does he want to laugh at me??
"Feed first well, the mump is still hot" Still soft sounding makes Gibran not dare to sound
as Nisa moved away from Gibran's desk, she suddenly wavered
"mm Angell!! The name came out of Gibran's mouth without a cue
Nisa who heard that was astonished but slowly she turned her head
gibran looked at him
"where are you going? We eat together, right? Ask Gibran
Nisa nodded but was still confused by the name called her husband
Nisa moved away from the table because she wanted to put the Tray and hang the Hijab
Although haunted by curiosity, Nisa approached her husband and joined in enjoying dinner
still with a tense atmosphere there was no sound from them, which was heard only the tap of a spoon that was occasionally heard accompanying the sunyinya breakfast husband and wife
Nisa thought hard about the name her husband called
Did he say my name wrong? or .. Athaghfirullah can't have my husband like that
Gibran realized the puzzled look of his wife
when finished eating Gibran ventured to communicate well
"Angel" again Nisa heard the name
"Sorry, did you forget my name? Nisa asked in a bold manner
Gibran frowned
"I have not forgotten your name, I have read the article that the Apostle never mentioned the name of his Istir" Gibran replied
nisa's smile was clearly engraved on her face showing her cheekbones and beautiful face
I don't know why he felt so happy to get that answer
even without realizing Nisa hugged her husband's body, the response was very excessive but she also did not know why, it has been almost 2 months he married Gibran but never he could speak like a husband and wife
Gibran is now silently staring he does not dare to breathe, he also does not want Nisa to take off his embrace, as much as possible Gibran to hold his heartbeat so as not to damage the atmosphere
don't faint Gibran, this is the happiest moment and it's not the first time you've been hugged by a woman
"Why did you choose to call me Angel? Tanya Nisa was still approaching happiness
Gibran did not comment on his Istir question
he was busy fighting with his heart that continued to hunt, for some reason he also did not want if Nisa took off her embrace
Nisa who just realized with her overreacting response was immediately wanting to take off her embrace
But Gibran immediately returned Angel's embrace, he already felt comfortable
"Because you're beautiful" The phrase came out of Gibran's mouth
Just this time in Gibran felt the embrace of a woman who was so peaceful and comfortable continue to penetrate every joint of his joints
even almost Nisa ngosngosan because of the tight embrace of Gibran
like a long-separated couple, Gibran's response was much more exaggerated
A couple who had gone two months to commit to normal had finally reached this point.
