My husband became my sister-in-law
S2-part33
Happiness is sometimes selfish, maybe we will not care about anyone who will be hurt. What matters is that we are happy and satisfied. Do we not think there are others who also want to be happy, why should they be the victims in our happiness? Why should they be injured?
Maybe that's what Gibran felt. He felt very sad when he had to accept the fact that Zahran would sacrifice for the happiness of his family, especially his mother.
Gibran stepped out of the office with mixed feelings, on the other hand he was very happy because he and the King would continue to be together, but he also felt sorry for Zahran who had to go back and forth to take care of his removal again .
Still clearly remembered when Gibran wanted to help Zahran to take care of his move to Indonesia again.
“I help ya mas !!” gibran
“No need Gib, God willing I can be alone, if later I need her I will contact you” reply Zahran with his smile.
Gibran was very grateful that the King could be cared for by Zahran even though the King was Zahran's stepson but Zahran treated the King very well.
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In the afternoon Ica just returned home, she bought a minimalist house, in that house Ica lived alone with an ART sent by her parents, Bi Ratih his name.
“Sore non” greet Bi Ratih
“Sore also bi" reply Ica.
“You have dinner with what non ?? let aunt make”
“What aja bi" reply Ica smile “Then Ica shower first ya Bi” then Ica enter her room.
Bi Ratih also prepared dinner, he immediately cooked in the kitchen.
In the evening after performing the mahgrib prayer, Ica went down for dinner.
“Let's eat together" invite Ica later.
“It's okay non, Aunty eats in the kitchen course” bi Ratih replied unwell.
“Do not refuse Bi !! or Ica does not want to eat” threatened her. And immediately bi Ratih sat down next to Ica.
Ica smiled as bi Ratih complied with her wish.
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While at the same time Gibran had just returned from the mosque with his son, that night the King would stay with Gibran.
“Nak not sleepy yet??” ask Gibran very gently.
“Not Dad, the King wants to tell the same story Daddy used to” replied the King innocently.
“Again son of this father want to tell me what the hell??”
“What aja dad”
Gibran pulled the King's body to sit on his lap, now they are in Gibran's room, with Gibran lovingly kissed the child's head, he is happy now because he has been reunited with the King, because all this time they were only found by telephone.
“King dear to Dad, same Baba also” said the King with a smile.
For a moment Gibran thought, he wanted to test the King, so he asked the child, more dear to the father or the same Baba..
“Dad can ask not the same King ??" ask Gibran.
“Bby dong” replied the King staring at the Father.
“But answer honestly yes !!”
“Ok Daddy”..
“King is more dear where ?? Dad or Baba Zahran ??” gibran asked directly, for some reason he was so nervous about the child's answer.
“King loves both, Daddy and Baba are heroes of the King, King loves the Father but the King also loves Baba very much, Baba is very good with the King, he was never angry with the King, whatever the King asked for sure in the same Baba, every night Baba would tell about the journey of the Prophets, and Baba also always advised to love Father, and Baba always told to love Father, because Dad is Raja”'s real father
Gibran fell silent, didn't a child of the King's age understand what it's like to love ?? the King was only 5 years old, but the King already had adult-like thoughts, Gibran was really embarrassed for asking all that.
“Pardon Dad if all this time Dad can not always be there for Raja” said Gibran with red eyes.
“Iya Father, dear King Daddy pokonya”
“Cup” King kissing Gibran cheek.
“Now we sleep” said Gibran.
“Iya Dad, later if you want to pray tahajud do not forget to wake up Raja ya !!”
“Iya darling”
The King immediately read the prayer before going to bed, Gibran was very proud of the child, because the King had many short prayers, and even the prayer movement alone he had never been wrong again.
“Thank you Zahran for educating my son so well”.inner Gibran.
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While inside the other room, Zenia was leaning against her husband's chest.
“By” call Zinia.
“Iya dear” replied Zahran gently.
“We really want to move again to Indonesia ?”
“Iya dear, why ?? dear disagree ??”..
“Not so by, Nia anyway agree, but Nia pity the same Byby because it has to go back and forth to take care of the mail move again”
“Not why, Byby sincerely does everything”
Zinia tightened her embrace even more,.Either way she should express her gratitude for having a husband like Zahran.
“Darling don't be tight, byby can't breathe” said Zahran.
“Hehe, sorry by” replied Zenia chuckled.
“Sayang” call Zahran gently.
“Iya by”
“Can not ??" zahran asked, and Zenia already knew her husband's question, which was none other than asking for his rights.
Zenia smiled as she looked at her husband's face “Bby By” Zania replied...
Very happily Zahran kissed his wife's forehead.
“But slowly yes by !! pity the grandpa in dalem” pinta Zenia gently
“Insya Allah dear, but if you feel pain dear say yes!!”
“Iya by”
Zahran also began to open one by one the clothes of the wife, after they were both innocent, Zahran immediately pulled a blanket to cover their bodies, Zahran never did without a cover.
“From ‘Atabah bin Abdi As-Sulami that if you come to his wife (berjima’), then should use a cover and not be naked like two himar.” (HR Ibn Majah).
What it means is not to be naked like an animal you see*********** when in contact. But wear a blanket as a cover, or go naked in a blanket.
“Byby start yes !! remember if it hurts say” order Zahran.
“Iya By”
That night they did it very favourably, Zenia always felt flying into the clouds because Zahran's treatment always made her lose control, On the sidelines they make love Zahran will always ask “Sick what Not ??” Because Zahran remembered that his wife was pregnant at this time, although the content of Zenia was said to be fine, but Zahran always paid attention to her.
After they reached their peak, Zahran hugged his wife “Thank you dear!!" said Zahran softly, while kissing Zenia's forehead.
Zinia simply replied with a smile.
“Byby lift to bathroom yes to clean-”
“Iya dear, thank you”
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Sorry if the words above are ambiguous because the author is not good at making such a story***.
