Love Wrapped Nista

Become Imam

After the closet door closed, Ken still chuckled softly at the behavior of his wife who seemed to be crouching on the floor.

"Why are you, anyway?" ask Zahra still with a smile.

Zahra answered in a curled up position, hiding her kneeling face. "Wear your clothes! Or please bring me your clothes to wear" said Zahra.

He understood that now the wife had made up her mind and wanted to wear her clothes. Hmmmm...

"Where do you want clothes, honey? Shirt or ka--"

"Where are you!" cut Zahra fast.

He smiled smirk and opened the wardrobe to pick up a shirt randomly, then handed it to his wife.

"Wear it, or do I wear it?" goda.

Zahra got up with a face that looked upset, then took the clothes from her hands in a quick motion, then the girl passed towards the bathroom.

He could no longer bear to not laugh, so when the bathroom door closed, he immediately laughed.

After being satisfied to laugh at his wife's embarrassment, he took a plain black T-shirt in the same closet to wear it immediately.

He prepares while waiting for Zahra who has not yet come out of the bathroom even though only just wearing clothes in there.

The feeling began to feel bad, 15 minutes had passed but the wife did not come out.

"Han, why haven't you come out yet? Is there another problem?" He knocked on the bathroom door and stood there.

"Nothing! But ... but ..." Zahra's reply sounded doubtful from inside the bathroom

"But why?" tanyakanya.

"Are you dressed?"

"It has. Why?"

"Please get my suitcase!" lirih Zahra's.

"And I have my clothes on. No need to find where the suitcase is anymore. Tomorrow," he replied casually.

"But I'm not comfortable, Ken!"

"Why? Oversize clothes? It's okay to just sleep!"

"After all I haven't prayed Isya', Ken? Mukena I'm still in the guest room, please get me.. Please!" Zahra's voice sounded very pleading, he became heartless.

"All right, I'll look for him. But you came out of the bathroom, huh?" the door as a deal.

"Yes, after you get out, I'm out of here too."

"Yes, yeah, I'm out now." Ken walked out of the room to look for Zahra's suitcase.

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Feeling that Ken is really gone, Zahra comes out of the bathroom. He could breathe a sigh of relief now that he had been struck by excessive nervousness, especially since he accidentally stared at Ken's open body.

"Geez, my eyes have been tainted" he said to himself.

He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling anxious.

How not, he was now wearing a Ken shirt, ivory white, whose length only covered up his thigh without having any subordinates. While his hair was still covered in towels.

The man's pants definitely didn't fit for him to wear. So, he decided to wait for his suitcase that Ken was just picking up.

He pulled out a bed cover to cover his exposed legs. Before long, the sound of door knobs being pressed from the outside was heard, along with Ken's return to the room.

He looked at what Ken was carrying. Just a mukena and a prayer mat.

"Where's the suitcase, Ken?" tanyakanya.

Ken shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I'm looking in the guest room for nothing."

"Then anyway? Where do I go with my suitcase?"

"Where do I know, Hana... Honey!"

He tried to ignore Ken's call. "Yes, here's the face! I want to pray Isya."

"Just as I pray," said Ken with a small smile.

"Can you?" his lips.

"Yes gini - gini as well. if you still pray, Han! I want to be a good priest for you. I don't want to doang ktp islam! You want to give me a chance to be a good husband?"

"Where? Would you pray with me?" Ken again confirmed the answer.

He nodded. "May, you should be. Herein is the face," he said as he reached out to the man.

"Kiss first, I'll just get it.." pinta Ken while pointing at the cheek with a smile that looks very annoying.

"Don't play a lot! I want to pray now!" said annoyed.

"Then ask for a kiss his own wife said play - play, anyway? I'm serious about this..." Ken slightly bent over to thrust the cheek to get closer to him.

"I can't, Ken!" reject it.

"Sin of loh!" threaten Ken who now has the right style.

He shook his head while Ken crawled up onto the bed. It's a wake-up call again now.

"K-ken.." he raises the bed cover to further cover his entire body, as if it was a shield to protect himself.

There was no voice from Ken, silent. What is that man doing in front of him? He does not know anymore, because the bed cover has shrouded himself up to the head.

Feeling no movement, he wanted to know what Ken was doing, he opened his bed cover little by little to see the situation. Not yet seen, he opened more parts of his bed cover.

THE CUP!

Gosh, he reflexively held his own lips that Ken had just smitten. It turned out that Ken was waiting for him to open that 'tamengnya.

He didn't squeal, couldn't, because Ken was still in front of him. Erratum! before his lips.

"If you can't kiss me, let me kiss you!" ken said very slowly in front of his face.

Why like this? I think he needs an oxygen team right now. It seems like he failed his breath.

With the awareness that there are no percent left, he pushes Ken's chest in front of him.

"Le-put your-can's there! I-I take ablution first!" said stammering. He immediately took the opportunity to incline away from Ken's body which squeezed him.

Arriving in the bathroom, he again held his da-danya that felt pounding, no, rather timid.

Why would Ken do that? Ah, it feels like he wants to protest, but can't, why?

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Reckless. That's one word for the action Ken just did to Zahra. But, he did not regret his actions at all, just now he smiled - his own smile imagined how his wife's reaction had been - as he kissed Zahra's lips at a glance. Yeah, just a quick glance. It's okay, it's good for the early stages. He. he...

He put down Zahra's face which he had taken from the guest room. Then it moves to arrange the prayer rites to perform the prayer. Yes, they will perform the first congregational prayer as a husband-wife couple tonight.

Don't ask the whereabouts of Zahra's suitcase, he also doesn't know where it is. He had already looked for it in the guest room as suggested by his wife, but, no!

What matters is that he's looking for her. He was not too concerned about the object, actually he was grateful for the loss of the object tonight.

But, if Zahra does not have a change of clothes, he does not know whether to keep his attitude or not to his wife.

Seeing Zahra wearing her white shirt earlier, made her almost lose control.

As she was still late in imagining Zahra's red face, she was already out of the bathroom. He turned to Zahra who seemed to be wearing his face.

"Aren't you praying? If not, I pray alone!" zahra said slowly.

"So dong, honey. Just a minute!" he got up to take ablution in the bathroom.

After that, they really pray isya' congregation.

After praying and praying, he put his hand on Zahra.

"Salim," he said. Without much protest, Zahra kissed her hand with reverence.

His heart warms, this is his first time to worship with the woman he loves, the woman he wants, and now the woman has officially become his wife. Being hers.

Still in the same sitting position, he clasped Zahra's fingers. This time he wanted to talk seriously with his woman, not wanting to tease her anymore.

"I'm sorry about you, no matter what my past mistakes were. I hope you truly forgive me. I know it's not easy, it's just that I want our household to go well. I hope your expectations are not much different from mine." He looked at the netra belonging to his wife who looked glassy.

Zahra nodded without saying anything. He hurried to get up and fold his prayer mat. He chose to sleep now.

However, when he wanted to lie down on the bed, Zahra's voice was heard calling out to him.

"Ken...."

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