Love Shielded Risue

wife in the household

still at the same time. Merr looked up impromptu. Bilal's lips stuck to his cheek.

"Well!" Merr closed her own mouth, spontaneously shaming.

"Genitnya–" cibir Bilal.

"Not intentionally." Maryam chuckles.

"But by accident, it's a trick."

"What tricks? Not really intentionally. Your face is so close."

"Huh! Just say ask to kiss her cheek, if honestly it's good. It was also with great pleasure that A'a kasih–" the lead made Maryam laugh spoiled not to mention when Bilal kissed her shoulders fat. "Tomorrow I have a webinar, Yank."

"Oh, huh? Where did you take the picture? He said it's still a holiday..."

"At home. In the workspace. The crew will come here" he replied. Maryam herself is a mangosteen.

"What theme is it?"

"Wife in the household."

"Loh, are all Akhwat Zoom participants?"

"Yes, this online study is specifically Akhwat."

"Yet..."

"Why else is this?" Pulling his wife's cheek.

"His girl must be all young?"

"Mixed. It is also called online research. Not only young people, grandmothers also must be there. Not this face-to-face, jealous time, anyway?"

Merr kept quiet, then kissed her husband's cheek. Makes Bilal smile.

"Toky anyway, dong again."

"No, just one!"

"The only one will be envious...." Bilal patted his own cheek with his index finger.

"If the envy of sweets."

"Where is candy sweeter than your kiss" he said, making Maryam laugh.

"Yes Allah– is hard! Exasperate the husband of a mongrel," his lips made Bilal chuckle.

"But it's true, right? I'm amused by myself, by the way." They laughed together in the warmth of the room. "Let's love again so, same in front of you let it fit."

Maryam chuckled, "so much for you, yes!"

"It can be, it can be me." again he pointed at his own cheek. Maryam also shook her head and kissed the other cheek again after it was last on the lips. Just stick it. That briefly.

"Mood booster if rich gini. MashaAllah..." Bilal rubbed his own chest. Makes Mary smile.

"The guy's good, A'..."

"What's the son, you mean?"

Bilal smiles. "Why be envious, but wives are easier to get into heaven without too much worship."

"Times?"

"Duh, doesn't A'a often say. The woman just needs to pray well, alms, and fast Ramadan. After that just try to make her husband ridho, already! You wives choose which door of heaven you will enter. Because my husband's Ridho opened the eight doors of heaven for you."

Maryam pensive for a moment. "What is a husband like? I need an explanation because all this time I've been worried, I haven't made you feel bad about me."

"It is enough to make the husband feel happy because the best wife is always pleasant to look at."

Merr held her husband's hand. "But A'. I will definitely find it difficult to take care of myself as usual. Because there's a child."

Bilal returned with a smile. "No need for excessive grooming, just try to be clean and fragrant. Most importantly spread a smile in the morning and when the new husband comes home from work. That's an amazing impact, you know. Want a sip of anything in the office, if you go home to see his wife sumringah, must be a burden at work. Hearts are so cool, Yank. The point is to make the house like heaven."

"Is it true that just giving peace to the heart of the husband can make the husband ridho? Even though the wife is actually getting older and might lose to the young women out there?"

Bilal nodded. "You want to know that Khadijah's mother was not as beautiful as Aisha, not as beautiful as Mary Qibtiah, not as beautiful as Hapsah, not as beautiful as the wives of the prophets after her. However, it was Khadijah's mother, the only one who won the heart of His Majesty Saw. And there was a history, Prophet Muhammad to reprimand Aisha when he was jealous and said that it should not be Prophet Muhammad remember the old woman who even died long ago. Why is it like that, yank?" Bilal stroked his wife's hair. Merr herself shook her head slowly.

"Because of the morality and morality of Khadijah's mother to her husband, it will be unmatched by all the other wives of the Prophet Muhammad."

"MashaAllah.." murmured Maryam amazed.

"Makanya, the highest jihad of the woman is not when she can join the war. The highest career of a wife is also not when she gets the position of EO, CEO, President, or even commissioner. But when a wife is able to serve as much as possible to subdue her husband's heart, defeat his ego, his feelings, his lust as a woman in general. Until the husband can really Rhido. Then Allah SWT will pay all the cash. Where the eight doors of heaven will call upon his name. As a manifestation of the love of Allah SWT for women who submit and obey their husbands. Get here, okay?"

Merr nodded, as Bilal dipped his head. "Yes, A'..."

"But, let's just say. Not that when a wife is conditioned to get ridho from her husband then the husband immediately proud as if getting the wind of heaven. No dear, a husband, just when he decided to take a child of people to be his wife, it gave him a heavy commitment. Which he will take responsibility for the world and the hereafter."

"MashaAllah.." murmured Maryam.

"And if only all the men understood that? Then we will be confused, how to be responsible before Allah SWT. Because of the second that a man legalizes a woman. So that second also everything from the things of clothing, food, shelter, the actions of the wife from the smallest to the largest. All without exception, who is in hisab, yank? We're the husbands."

Merr was pensive, looking at the face of Bilal who was currently looking at him seriously.

"Eat him, so great is the responsibility of a husband to his wife. Until finally Allah SWT put the blessing of a wife is in the pleasure of her husband. That's the key to a wife's blessing when she gets her husband's pleasure."

"Allah.." Merr's hand raised touched Bilal's cheek, then rubbed it. "A'a, I'm sorry. If sometimes it still makes you hard, still selfish, still less obeying you."

Bilal smiles. "No, you can still say normal. And good for A'a. The point is you're not kufur against me."

Merr smiled. He gave a kiss of love on his cheek. Either indeed, every time he got knowledge from the husband, then increased his love.

"Alhamdulillah.. nih, one of the reasons that make A'a feel at home? Besides because the house is where A'a rests, you are also very royal love A'a kiss."

"Hahaha– because I love you so much."

"MashaAllah, is it?" Bilal grabbed his wife's chin lifting a little. Merr smiled very sweetly and then nodded.

"Yes, honey..."

"MashaAllah." Bilal couldn't help but hold back, and he immediately approached Mary's face, wanting to put his lips together.

"Oeeee..." Instantly, the lips that want to unite are void even though only a few inches away. Because Yahya's crying makes Merr reflex push her husband's chest.

"Our son is crying, I check first." Merr moved quickly where Bilal himself just remained silent and then sighed later.

"Duh Yahya's... Her ashes are a liability, huh." Bilal's violent protest made Mary laugh, as she grabbed the crying baby out of her cot.