LOVE OF JUITA

Touching

I'm sorry, joe

Who is hunting you in a hurry

There is still plenty of time for both

I better knit the flavor

To make the bond stronger

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The Thanksgiving ceremony ended after Ashar time. The thanksgiving committee has begun to roll. The Mbok - Julia's mother-in-law was engrossed in chatting with her iron. They already looked familiar, occasionally laughing together. I don't know what they're talking about. Towards the Maghrib, the Septian family returned to the hotel.

When the night crawled the house was clean and tidy, the thanksgiving committee had returned to their respective homes. Mom and Lucy are resting in the room, they'll sleep together as long as Septian is here. Septian will stay at Julia's house for two weeks.

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As the night wore on, Julia and Septian kept quiet in a room full of gifts.

"It's weird to be alone with this stranger." Inner Julia.

Septian had not spoken a word since the Isya prayer, only occasionally he glanced at Julia who was still wearing an instant veil. Julia still did not dare to open her veil in front of Septian.

"Aren't you going to open a gift together?" take Julia.

"Hmmmm, I'll still be tired. If you don't mind accompanying me here," Septian patted the side of the empty bed.

Julia's heart slipped, she knew it was her duty to accompany Septian. But what's it gonna have to be tonight? Julia sits next to the stranger she now calls her husband. Septian looks charming even though he only wears a t-shirt and sarong.

"From now on call me Mas ya" Pinta Septian smiled sweetly.

"Yes Mas .… " Julia tickled at the mention of the call, it was strange.

"If you want to be called? adek, honey, love or beb?" This time Septian chuckled, trying to melt the awkwardness.

"Or ... Would you like to be called Juita? Dear julia." Septian lyrics are full of meaning.

Julia looked shy. He did not dare to reply to the sharp eyes that pierced the heart.

"Hmmm call me adek yes Mas, it's better to hear," Julia softly suggested.

"Well adek .. We pray sunah first yuk before going to bed," asked Septian.

"Ha, sleeping? Then he'll do it now? Tonight! Oh my God, I'm not ready!" julia shouted inwardly, her mind already venturing everywhere.

Septian got up and spread out the prayer mat. Julia came out for ablution, when she returned Septian was wearing a cocoa shirt complete with white peci. The charisma that is radiating is crazy. Julia fascinated.

"Why look, handsome huh?" Septian said lightly as he threw a mischievous smile towards Julia who stood sculpting.

"Basic piety .. "murm Julia slowly.

In her heart Julia wanted to scream.

"Yes you are handsome once, many times over** !"

Septian prays two rakaats. He read al-Ala's letter in the first rakaat, and Ad Dhuha's letter in the second rakaat. We pray with khushyuk. After the prayer, he sat down to face Julia. Septian put his hands to his wife's crown and read the do'a.

"Allahumma inni as’aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih. Wa a’udzubika min syarriha wa syarrimaa jabaltaha ‘alaih.”

Which means, O God, I ask You for the goodness of him and the good that You have set upon him. And I take refuge in Thee from his ugliness and the ugliness Thou hast set upon him. (CHR. Abu Dawud, Tirmidhi and Ibn Majah).

Julia closed her eyes, reciting the same prayer in her heart. They are both not perfect human beings, there are many unseen flaws and flaws. There will be a point where everything is clear. If that time comes, Julia hopes they can accept each other with a big heart. Julia was the dress for Septian, and Septian was his protector.

"May God set this heart to always receive and love one another. Amen."

"Yuk sleep yuk," Septian asked as he rose to fold the prayer mat. Reverse the reverie of Julia.

"Yep, I'm sleepy too." Julia said as she opened her face.

Julia's movements stopped, she fell silent. Julia is still not used to this new condition but she must try to beat the awkwardness.

"I'm his wife, from today I have to get used to performing without a hijab in front of him."

Julia opened the veil, she removed the hair bun, combed it slowly until it fell neatly on her back.

"Mashhallah .… " Sullied Septia softly held her breath admiring Julia's beauty.

"Mas, you don't wonder if my face is weird …. " Julia ventured closer to Septian.

"Weird why?" Septian approached, observing the face of his wife who he thought was impeccable.

"My face is striped."

Julia showed skin around her jawbone that clearly differed in brightness between those covered in the hijab and those exposed to the sun.

Septian almost exploded in laughter. But he controls himself.

"It's okay. Later often to the salon to flatten the color," he replied casually.

"Thank God, I'm afraid you're ilfeel …. " Answer Julia slowly.

"A feeling that changes only because of the physical, then it is definitely not love. I didn't judge you that superficial. Don't worry deck, you're the prettiest in my eyes." Septian looked at Julia.

Immediately Julia's succumbs soared.

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SEPTian POV

It is indeed the most beautiful. The jet-black hair wavy former bun loop decomposed beautifully onto his back. My heart was pounding erratically at the sight of her figure without the hijab.

He wore a thin cotton negligee patterned with small flowers. With a bright light I can guess what the figure behind the thin cloth looks like. While I was watching him, he suddenly turned off the lights.

"I have to sleep in a dark and calm state" he said.

"Okay, I'm the same. You have to turn off the lights to sleep" I replied.

He joined me, laying on the bed. For the first time I slept in bed with a woman. We were side by side without a sound, I saw silence immersed in his thoughts. My feelings, don't ask. That desire comes with excitement. I lay down to face him. He realized I was approaching, and he looked at me deep and long.

"I want to touch you. Can you?" My whisper was soft, afraid to be heard by my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. Sometimes walls have ears.

Before he answered I had already grabbed his hand which felt stiff and cold. My wife is still innocent and innocent, I saw a frightened look in her eyes. How do I melt it. This is my first time. I followed instinct, I put his hand on my face.

His fingers trembled gently stroking my chin which was decorated with a thick and rough beard. I slowly took her hand to my lips. I closed my eyes enjoying the soothing aroma that was emanating from her skin. I kissed every inch of his skin feelingly.

I slowly moved towards her lips. I kissed her lips slowly and carefully. For a moment the touch stayed there. I drowned enjoying the new touch the first time I felt. My breath hunts. This desire demands to be fulfilled. But as soon as I saw his eyes twitching in fear. Oh my wife, I forgot this is the first time for you too. I shouldn't have given you any trauma in your life. I let go of that touch and exhaled a heavy breath.

"I'll wait until you're ready. It's getting late now, we should go to bed soon. Let us not be late for dawn prayers," I kissed and gently caressed the children's hair that fell on his forehead.

His panicked face faded. I can't read the next implied expression. Dark and tired make me enter the dreamland.

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POV Julia's

I enjoyed the touch but the awkwardness still ruled over me. I can't just be ordinary. How could I possibly be so mediocre, this was my first experience of getting a heady touch like this.

I panicked but prepared myself for what was to happen. Until he suddenly let me go. Her breath was warm and so close to me. I should have been inspired to approach him doing what was reasonably the case between husband and wife. But he looked tired, his face looked tired.

"I'll wait until you're ready. Now that it's too late, we should go to sleep immediately," the sentence slid from his lips.

He kisses my forehead lovingly. I smiled with relief. Today went really fast for both of us. Our bodies are too tired, asking for his right to rest. There is still a lot of time and days ahead, we do not need to rush.

While I was still busy with my thoughts, digesting everything that happened today. He was asleep hugging a pillow. From today I have to get used to sleeping with the sound of snoring.