Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 87

THE WARNING!! ⁇ ️

Please, yes, if you feel the scene below is too vulgar, skip it. Especially for my underage brothers, this part can be passed. 🤭🙈😍️

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“Let's go baby, spout! They're waiting for us under.” Khayru stood behind Maula who was struggling with her hijab. While looking at Maula's face in front of the mirror, her lips appeared pursed.

“Abang why?”

“Why how? Brother is fine,” him while turning his face.

“That's her lips since waking up why is it like that?” Maula saw it from the reflection of the mirror in front of her face.

“Entar malem, don't play cat-kissing first,” whining.

“Akh... geez.” Maula stood up smilingly looking at her husband. “Abang itself call me a stray cat, where are there wild cats main crocodiles?” sloth it while frowning.

Because it was handed over, a husband made his wife joke and play around so that the two men really rise up during intercourse. However, they accidentally do it to sleep, before the first night mission is executed.

“You cake cats, cake crocodiles, the important thing is not to make Abang fall asleep because of kalamaan nunggu.”

Maula laughed considering that last night she could not neutralize the tension of her body until every time asked, 'already dead?' (Maula's Shahwat). Maula only shook her head because what she felt, her body felt stiff.

“Sorry, Bang.” Maula put her hands around her husband's neck. “Entar night seems like the most suitable time for us.”

“Promise, yes, we start abis salat isya.”

Maula nodded while releasing her hand. However, Khayru again grabbed his wife's waist. He slightly lowered his head, brought his face closer to bring their two warm lips together, relaxed, quiet, flexible and a little soul-soothing.

After being satisfied, Khayru released her pagutan while raising her gaze. “Every day should do that.”

Regardless of Khayru's words, Maula bit her own lips while facing the mirror. She sat back to sweep a bit of lipstick that faded from her husband, then immediately stood up while wrapping the tip of the veil around her neck.

“Come Bang, we're late,” while rushing to the door.

Khayru tried to scan the wife's appearance from head to toe.

“Sorry, brother wants to know your hijab.” While holding his body then he removed the tip of the hijab that was coiled around Maula's neck until dangling covering the chest. She also took a small flower-shaped pin inside the drawer and put it on her right chest as a sweetener.

“This new neat.” Khayru showed her circular finger while glancing.

“Terupon Brother, deh.”

In the next second, they could already get down from the room while holding hands.

This morning, after breakfast they will both go to the airport, escorting the return of Mr. Omar and his brothers.

Before the plane took off, Mr. Omar had advised his son to take Maula to visit Morocco because Maula had never set foot there.

“Can while honeymoon there,” he said a little persuading.

However, Khayru said if they would delay the honeymoon schedule, because they want to take care of Aldi and Katia's wedding in the near future.

“Ya already, it's up to you. The important thing is to keep going honeymoon. This is important, really important so that dad quickly pet the grandson.”

“On grandchildren, we try as soon as possible. Dad pray for us and just wait for the good news.”

Maula immediately grabbed the hand of the In-laws, because a call from the operator asking prospective passengers to get ready immediately, was heard from the challenger.

“Daddy carefully. Take care of yourself, always take care of your health.” Maula rubbed the old man's arm, like she was worrying about her own father.

He also greeted all the brothers even with a smile. He only understood what they were saying after Khayru translated it into Indonesian, but he still liked them with his hospitality.

“They said, thank you for hosting them so well,” whispered Khayru.

“Oh, so, yes.” Maula nodded. “Please tell me too, Bang, I am so grateful that they are willing to come to attend our wedding.”

“Oke.”

Their plan after returning home from the airport, want to take advantage of a few days off just by themselves. However, he got a short message from Tristan. He stopped his car because he had to call his friend.

“Serious, Tris?” ask him over the phone. He was silent for a moment before closing the conversation. At that time Khayru drove Maula home, while she had to meet Tristan somewhere.

“Gak go home malem-malem right, Bang?” ask Maula before getting out of the car.

“Nggak.” He shakes sure. “Wait for Brother to come home, yes, Dek.”

“I'll wait in bed, dear brother,”.

“Haiissh.” Hearing the word 'bed' immediately made Khayru want to do something. He pulled Maula's hand until their faces were close together.

A few minutes later, Khayru waved her hand in a chuckle, looking at Maula who was already standing up while feeling her rancid lips with a frown.

“Ish. He forgot that his wife could be more vicious than that,” his grin while frowning.

At around 21:00, Khayru returned to her home. Missed far enough from the estimate. He promised to go home before night. Fortunately, when he looked at the door, Maula was still struggling in front of the laptop. She was really waiting for her husband to come home, while studying.

However, before entering Maula's room, she first cleaned herself and prayed in her room. After that, he came with a small pillow. Left the right leg, don't forget to say Bismillah.

Assalamu ‘alaikum ahlal bait wa rohmatulli wa barokatuhu.

(Safety to you, O my family, and mercy of Allah)

Maula. Steadily, she answered the greeting her husband had said.

Wa ‘alaikas salam wa rohamtullahi. Kaifa wajadta ahlaka? Barokallahu.

(Safety to you and mercy from Allah. How did you find your wife? May God bless you)

“Abang just got home? Why once a night.”

“Iya. Sorry,” he said while sitting staring at the laptop screen. It saves all the views that appear on the screen without asking first.

“Udah prayer sunah?” tanyanya while looking down at the laptop. However, eyes glanced towards Maula.

Maula just nodded.

“Udah clean-up?” ask again.

“Emang don't kiss, yes, I'm seger and fragrant?

“Clean-clean heart and mind also means. Who knew you were annoyed that Brother came home late?” While staring fully in search.

Maula was angry, in addition to coming home late also because her husband's cellphone could not be contacted since this afternoon, but finally, she chose to smile. That is, there was no more anger in his heart.

Khayru brought her closer while closing the laptop screen and placing it on the floor. “Nothing is missed. Can we continue our mission?” He said in a soft voice. Both of his hands grabbed Maula's hair child and combed her with palms. Holding his hand on top of the crown while reciting a prayer for the wife.

While laying down Maula's body, his hand grabbed the small pillow he was carrying, then placed it under his wife's pelvis.

I don't know how long it took, until Khayru's body was on it. Stick so tight. Staring so closely as if waiting for the two to agree. Gentle touches and caresses, galloping violently in every stream of his blood. Finally, Maula nodded while hugging her husband so tightly.

...بِسْمِ اللهِ اَللّهُمَّ جَنِّبْنَا الشَّيْطَانَ وَجَنِّبِ الشَّيْطَانَ مَا رَزَقْتَنَا...

..."By reciting the name of Allah, O Allah, keep me from the devil and keep the devil away from the child You wish to bestow upon us"...

A prayer begins the exploration of the knight in his search. Long before scooping up all the beauty of the first night, a little trouble they had to pass. This is because it is a first time experience for both. Like climbing without a map, looking for directions to the gaping cave. Not until there, because there is still a solid wall Mystery that must be stepped on and then made a door to a sea of intoxicating honey. There must be a broken part. However, however, the burning passion must be released immediately. The time bomb should be detonated immediately.

Khayru had whispered an apology, while kissing the niche of Maula's neck. He gave a gentle touch, hoping to compensate for the pain he was experiencing.

“Abang will wait until the pain is gone.” While kissing the forehead that feels cold, he also rubbed the child's hair soaked in sweat.

Maula shook her head while pulling the end of the blanket. “Abang can proceed now,” her wean before she bites the edge of the blanket with a shivering lip.

“OK... slowly.”

With a regular rhythm, but every touch and hunt for breath always demands to be accelerated and accelerated again until both arrive at the top. Flying tubs together soar above the clouds. There was a soft voice saying a prayer, accompanying the millions and even billions of seeds he planted.

...اَللّهُـــمَّ اجْعَــلْ نُطْفَتَــنَا ذُرّ ِيَّةً طَيِّــبَةً...

..."O Allah, may the semen we let out produce good offspring"...

Khayru clenched tightly onto Maula's body as she again kissed her forehead. Thought in his heart and lay down beside the wife who still had difficulty regulating her breath. Then he held out two hands, saying the closing prayer.

...اَلْحَمْدُ ِللهِ الَّذِيْ خَلَقَ مِنَ المْـَــاءِ بَشَـــرًا...

..."Praise be to Allah who has made this semen into man (heredity)"...

He pulled his wife's body into his arms. The first night of the first memorable session, they had just passed, with various obstacles. However, for newlywed couples, there will always be injury time at every turn. The long night will always be theirs.

“Still sick, Honey?”

Maula just grimaced. Between pain and a pinch of taste that cannot be expressed in words.

“Abang, sorry.” There was no other word he could say for his little wife.

The To Be Continued....

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As early as his up, Othor was not strong. (waving his hands to the camera)

Ask for his prayer, may Khayru and Maula quickly be given offspring. Their efforts are maximal, right? Can memorize prayers, ordinances, manners and others in one night. 😍🙈