Love In The Wound

Chapter 55

"Thank you, Dek," he said, making me laugh.

"For what?" reply, just like he said when I said thank you.

"Have forgiven and loved Mas wholeheartedly," he replied softly, He then sat our bodies facing each other. What I saw in the hue of his face, maybe he wanted something like last night.

I also developed a smile.

"Now I'm yours, Mommy. Joseph and I were sure that you could be our priest, later."

I intentionally said that, to give way to Mas Dikha doing his wish. I will reap his reward. Being able to make Him detach from a desire murmured if not wrong, or I just mistakenly thought. He got such a look from Mas Dikha.

Mas Dikha also said basmalah, then kissed my lips long enough. Our gusts swept in, along with feelings that were still unfamiliar with this activity. Understandably, this has only been met my whole life. The body that I always keep and have never seen others finally freely Mas Dikha look and try _mahanya.

"I love you, Dek. I want to spend the rest of my life with you" he said slowly, courting like a melodious music through the endless thoughts in my mind.

I feel the touch of every hand that sticks to my skin is really very sincere and loving. He pulled my hair up until it fell down. Honestly, I'm not wearing a hijab right now. I plan to do that starting this afternoon.

Mas Dikha dropped my body baskets, then crushed them. We read a moment's prayer, then Mas Dikha resumed his action. It's really very strange, it's only nine in the morning. We were busy in a closed room. There is no thought, if at any time there are people who come and knock on the door.

Understand only, we are newlyweds, who are still happy with this activity yes even though mine is no longer like duli because it has never cleaned my mummy crazy.

God, I don't know. We are being lulled now, may what we do be a blessing and someday I will give birth to the children of Sholeh and Sholehah.

"Sir, I want us to have three children" he said, though still busy touching the important parts of my body.

What else if, like this. Mas Dikha is still having fun exercising with me. Hahaha, it's so funny my life. Happiness is hard to express in words.

Sure enough, just got round one and will move the other round there is someone calling from outside.

"Nai, are you home? It's Bi Ratna!" shouts, sonorous.

"Oh, what, Mas?" me and Mas Dikha became a club. After a few seconds, in silence. Mas Dikha Izrut came down from my body and put on her clothes.

"Let's get out!" the question is, because if I were to come out it would have taken longer.

"Wa'allaikumsalam, what's wrong Bi?" ask Mas Dikha, loudly.

"This is lo, Dhika. Aunt's son, Alisa's sick. Auntie's really embarrassed to come here. What else just got you married. But Bibi was confused to want misfortune again except for me, "he explained, until. in my room.

"I mean, Bi?"

"Auntie wants to pinjem money, Rp 50 is not there? make medicine."

"Oh, that. Wait a minute, Bi."

Mas Dikha went into the room to open his wallet on the table.