Married Because of Ijbar
Chapter 86
“It turns out, besides being beautifully viewed, the wedding dress is troublesome as well,” complained Maula after sitting herself in the car.
“Why not bring a change of clothes, so that the dress can be removed before going home?” reply Khayru while helping to insert the dress that is still dangling outside. After closing the car door, he sat down next to Maula.
“Boro-boro remember the same change of clothes, already late even left again.” Raising the legs and removing the high heel. He grimaced as he stomped his own feet.
Khayru pulled Maula's foot as she approached. Without waiting for orders, his instincts already knew what he should do. Laying his hand and pressing all parts of Maula's feet gently. While Mang Sodik has started driving towards his residence.
“Then yes, the bride left? Her dress for a long time?”
“Au, Akh.” He leaned his head and closed his eyes. “Capek,” murmured.
“Ya already, sleeping.” While he still stomped on Maula's feet while looking at her face.
“Sleep now so that tonight is not sleepy, yes, Mister?” sidelines mang Sodik suddenly while glancing.
“Hahaha... indeed the first night should be fierce, yes, Mang? Nemenin guest time yes.”
“Do not mind the guests, just lock the door to his room.”
Khayru laughed again at the suggestion from Mang Sodik. She was unable to wait, but since Maula looked really tired, she decided to take a full break tonight. He must also accompany guests before they return to Morocco.
The car started to enter the yard. Mang Sodik deliberately stopped right in front of the main door to make it easier for his master when bringing the sleeping Maula into his house.
Khayru looked at him with long-goals. She did not think of waking him up because it seemed like Maula was sleeping very soundly. After Mang Sodik opened the door, he tried to remove Maula's body. Although a little difficult because of the very long and heavy dress, she still brought to the room to put her to sleep.
“Mang! Please bring Maula's shoes inside,” her order as it passes from the page.
As he passed through the living room, he called someone to help him open the door. Katia who also had not long arrived home, immediately stood up from her seat.
“Let me aja.” Katia walked faster in front of Khayru.
“Call Neneng or Mbak Tini only. You also definitely need a break.”
“Nothing,” he added while walking fast. “So much Pity Maula, until sleeping so.” She also helped lift the dress that dangled to the floor.
“It seems, this dress is heavier than the wearer's weight,” Khayru told Katia. “You better not choose a dress like this. Poor Aldi if you want to carry you.”
Katia laughed as she opened the door. “Ke room sir Iru aja, yes. Maula's room must still be a mess.”
“You're my cousin's sister, my sister-in-law too. So don't call 'sir' anymore.” Taking a quick glance then entering carrying the Maula. “Still, Kat. Please close the door again.”
“Good, sir, uh! Mas.” With a small laugh, he closed the door of the room and went back to the living room because there was still Aldi there.
While Khayru began to put Maula to sleep slowly. He also turned on the AC because he saw the girl sweating a little.
“Maksih, Dek, because you have been so relaxed facing Risa who came suddenly,” he said slowly while wiping sweat on his forehead.
Maula had flipped her body because of the dress and head covering, making her unable to sleep comfortably. Slowly he opened his eyes. Khayru who was ready to go to the bathroom.
“What time is it?” He blinked his eyes many times and looked at the ceiling to make sure he was where he was. Maula's voice made Khayru turn her head and stop her steps.
“Awoke up, huh? Yeah, wake up, yuk. Salad dzuhur first.”
Maula held out her hands so that Khayru would help her to wake up. Again her dress made her difficult to move.
“I want to shower and pray in my room aja.” He rushed out of this room. And they'll meet downstairs once everything's done.
The living room and living room still look crowded with relatives who are packing. Khayru and Maula came to help. Although they mince words asking to stay a few more days, but Khayru has prepared many souvenirs to take home because they may not have time to buy it.
After dinner, Mr. Omar was quite understanding. He asked Khayru and Maula to rest in the room. As Sodik said, Mr. Omar said do not mind the guests because there is he who accompanies him.
“It's not night yet, why did Dad ask us to go to bed quickly? I still want to chat,” the protest before entering the room.
“I mean Dad right, so we can talk to him in the room.” Opening the door of his room.
However, Maula also immediately opened the door of her own room which turned out to be a romantic bridal room. “See my room, Bang!”
“Widiih. Room is ready.” While widening his eyes, Khayru pushed Maula's body into his room and locked the door. “That's it, don't wait tomorrow. You are also ready to turn out.” He pushed Maula up to her bed.
“Abang what?”
“Ssurfing on the first night. You ready?”
“A-me...want to be diapain?”
“You just lay down. If you do something, don't be surprised.”
Maula just nodded while laying her body on a bed full of rose petals. He exhaled while biting his lower lip.
“You're not tense, are you?”
“Slight.” While squinting.
“Slightly but until this dryness,” reply while chuckling. The distance of their faces was getting closer. The mingled breath feels warm to the skin that suddenly brushes.
Khayru landed her lips gently. Smell the scent of Maula's body so that the girl can not avoid. He simply closed his eyes as he felt touch after touch down the debilitating spots. Honestly, Maula's current body was extremely tense. She could not enjoy anything when she suddenly had to accept an attack from her husband. However, he thought he should still do this because sooner or later, this event would still happen. Ready or not, all couples will experience it.
Khayru was surfing before she would finally release the weapon. The action was stopped, because there was a knock on the door from the outside. They both snorted and ignored the voice. However, the longer the knock was the more disturbing.
“Haaiissh!” Khayru dropped herself beside Maula while snorting.
“Open first, Bang. Who knows important.”
Without saying anything, he inched towards the door.
“Her shirt buttons are tidied up first, Bang!” yell Maula.
“No other time em...” Khayru's words came to a halt when she saw the one standing behind the door turned out to be her own father. “Sorry, Dad. I thought si-”
“Dad didn't mean to interrupt, but your phone missed out on the dinner table. From earlier the sound continues.” Mr. Omar cut Khayru's words while holding out the phone in his hand because he didn't want to waste much time. He knew this time was interrupting his precious time.
“Oh, yes, thanks, Father.” While scratching his neck.
“Continue.” The father pointed into the room. “Don't forget to lock the door again,” he said as he passed from in front of his son.
Khayru had time to bend her head out before locking the door - to be sure - no one would knock on the door again. While walking towards the bed, he checked the incoming call to his phone.
“Tristan phone night-night like this. Do not be punished. There is no benefit in talking to a rich jerky he.” Throwing a cell phone on a nightstand.
“Who knows urgent, Bang. Try calling back.”
“Nothing is more urgent than our mission. Scoring 20 kids until gol.” He quickly got into bed. Lifting Maula's chin and re-collapsing their lips. Reawakening the desire that had paused.
Again, the phone rings.
“Astaghfirullah! Tristan...!” grunts.
“Makanya, appointed first, Bang. I think it's important.” While holding the face of Khayru who continued to approach.
A little frustrated he sat his body while reaching for a cellphone that had not stopped ringing.
“Tris, it's a sacred night for me. No one can disturb including elo. understand?!”
“Assalamaicum, Ru. This is mr.” The voice behind the phone was not Tristan.
Khayru stared at the mobile phone screen and cursed himself when he saw the name of Pak Kiai who called.
Haduuhh, die me! shy shy shy....
“Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry Mr. Kiai.” A little complaining and misbehavior. “I... very happy, Mr. Kiai called.”
“Sorry, I interrupted your sacred night, Ru. Hahaha..”.
“Eng-not, sir, I was joking with Tristan. Please don't be taken seriously hehe..” He tried to hide his shame.
“Bapak just wants to ngingetin. Before you start the holy night, do not forget to open the Qurratul uyun first. Who knows you forgot.”
“Yes, Allah. I completely forgot. Fortunately sir Kiai phone, if not, I directly combat earlier.” He laughed while patting his own head. “Pak Kiai... In fact, I have not yet read the book,”.
“At the very least, you open chapter 9 first, the others are learned later after.”
“Siap sir Kiai. Thank you for being reminded.”
“Ya already, Ru. Congratulations on fighting, but remember, ojo grasak grusuk, pity your wife.”
After closing the conversation, Khayru tried to remember, where he kept the favorite books of the students.
“Qurratul... Qurratul He was circling around while tapping his head. “Oh, it might be in my room, or in Papa's library,” he said as he rushed to retrieve it.
“Abang where to go? I can sleep first, can't I?”
“Do not, do. Don't sleep yet.” He sat back on the bed facing Maula. “We want to have a godly and godly descendant, right?”
Maula replied with a nod.
“Pak Kiai said, we must do it in a good way if we want to get a good offspring. You can take ablution first. Brother wants to grab something outside.”
“Everything is 20 chapters. How do I learn it in one night?” He returned to his room and opened every page of the Qurratul Uyun - the Sharia of Nazham Ibn Yamun.
article 1 Marriage and its Law.
article 2 Some of the positives in marriage.
3 Things to do in getting married.
article 4 is looking for the right time to have sex.
- Article 5 around the organization of the wedding feast (walimah)
- Article 6 on manners of conducting int*m relationships.
- Article 7 on ethics and ways that ni*mat in conducting int*m relationships
article 8 about dressing up and wife loyalty.
- Article 9 on position, how to reach the summit of the word*attention and prayer in the body.
- Article 10 about foods that need to be avoided while on a honeymoon and when the wife is pregnant.
- Article 11 some things that must be sought when wanting to do an int*m relationship.
article 12 the duty of the husband to the wife in giving a bathin.
- Article 13 positions in intercourse*body that needs to be avoided.
article 14 - The boundaries are forbidden and paused in the int*m relationship with the wife.
- Article 15 selects the right time and other things that need to be considered in the relationship int*m.
- Article 16 of the order of people who are junub.
- Article 17 concerning the ordinances of people who want to have sex twice and the things that need to be in
watch in the sex
article 18 Sumai wives should glorify each other and respect each other
article 19 the duty of the husband to the wife and all members of his family in fostering the household.
20 Husbands and wives are obliged to educate their children to become virtuous children.
“Pak Kiai tau aja, article 9 has always been a favorite of the santri Ulya,” murmured while chuckling.
The To Be Continued....
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Note:
Qurrotul Uyun is a book in the form of a sharah from Nazham (Shair) written by Shaykh Qasim bin Ahmad bin Musa bin Yamun. As the book of sharah in general, Shaykh Tahami presents an understanding review in sequence in each of the verses compiled by Shaykh Yamun. However, Shaykh Tahami has the shrewdness and fluency of language that is really easily captured by the reader. Qurrotul Uyun presents a complete and clear discussion of the sengg*ma, starting from the selection of the right time, recommended foreplay procedures, how to excel in position and prayers that must be read. (alif.id)
