Love In The Wound

Chapter 49

"What a satiety yes, Dek. May Joseph always be devoted to Mother. Look, you've sacrificed your life for you!" Mas Dikha rubbed Joseph's cheek sincerely.

"Aamiin, Insha Allah Aby," I answered representing.

"Let's...! thank you for choosing Mas to be a husband, Nai. Although Mas knows, it's not appropriate that it befall you," he regretted.

Quickly I clasped his hand, so that he would not remember it again. "Mas, let it be the past. I'm sure God will forgive us as long as we intend to be better people" I said. Do not want to, see him continue to lament the mistakes that have already occurred.

"Now that we focus on Joseph's future, I love you, Mas. With or without it" I said honestly.

"Thank you, Honey. I'm a hypocrite, my fear has blinded the eyes of my heart" she said, kissing the back of my hand.

I nodded, for me now is making a change. Of course, all of that must be with passionate feelings and support each other.

A while passed, Joseph fell asleep again, and tonight was the first night we slept together. We laid our bodies on the bed, but we were still silent. Don't know what's on Mas Dikha's mind. Could it be that He wants me like the night of newly married people or not.

Self-conscious, if I am not a virgin anymore. Must be bland. Ah, I don't know my mind is foggy. Everywhere I think of something unclear. Traveling to the land of disputants.

Suddenly Mas Dikha took a tilted position towards me which was unconsciously jolted a little.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said I didn't want him to be prejudiced.

But I myself would feel guilty for that, it would take a long time for a man to be in this moment. Where all men in the face of the earth always wait for his wife wants him to worship.

"No, Mom," I said. "Just do it, because it's my duty" I'm sure. I'm also one of those women who wants to get ridho from her husband. Obedient and filial I must do with sincerity and whole heart.

Mas Dikha developed a smile again, it seems like he is happy for my words.

"SubhanaLah, really this is the most beautiful gift can get a woman who is Sholehah. Likes willing to give it without being asked," he said full of amazement.

We also sat down together. Slowly but surely, Mas Dikha started by touching my shoulder and then leading the prayer before the sacred ritual.

But no matter how calm I am, I cannot deny that I am very nervous. My breath felt heavy, even I had trouble neutralizing it.

"Don't be tense, we do it slowly" he said, after the recitation of the prayer that we said was over. Begging that our relationship is always in His protection from something bad.

Mas Dikha uncovers my hair that is tied up, then slips in the neckline. Oh God, I feel washed away, this is a new experience. Although Mas Dikha had done it, but not as sincere. I can feel it at every touch.

Mas Dikha moved, our lips fused together and the new sensation grew more and more. Uniting a beautiful contest but a blessing, also full of enjoyment in it. The emptiness of our hearts is now filled with each other through body movements that are increasingly resigned in the confines of love. This body, already not embarrassed like before after only leaving the friction of the skin that was released from the cover.

O Allah, give us the descendants of Sholeh-Sholeh