My madam, my poison

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"Brengseeek you!" Nashwa pushed Hanafi's body overstretched until the young man fell.

Nashwa cried bitterly because the core part felt so painful. For the first time in his life he had a relationship that was actually only allowed to husband and wife.

"I'm sorry, Wa. I got carried away," Hanafi said as he clutched Nashwa's body still wearing the uniform. While Nashwa seemed to be in a hurry to clean the viscous liquid mixed with blood from down there.

"O Allah, forgive your servant" he said.

Nashwa quickly put back on his underwear and the cloth covering his head. He left the cursed room.

"Where are you going? It's still raining outside!" shouts Hanafi.

The seventeen-year-old girl was named Nashwa, while the young man was named Hanafi. Both of them are now in the 3rd grade of High School.

Nashwa is desperate to break through the rain. Her tears had now fused with the water from the sky. Suddenly he regretted why he had to come to Hanafi's house to see him.

the two teenagers have been in a relationship since they were in the 2nd grade. In his eyes Hanafi was a polite young man and never once dared to touch him. However, I don't know what demon that afternoon possessed them.

*Flashback on*

"Hanafi where, Dim? It's been a few days now unseen" asked Nashwa to Hanafi's friend Dimas.

"Hanafi is sick. It's been three days out."

"What pain?"

"don't know. I haven't seen him either."

"Yes, after school I'll go to his house."

*****

The lesson bell ends. All the students in Nashwa's class rushed to leave the class.

Suddenly the lightning roared. Seconds later it rained heavily.

"You've got an umbrella, haven't you, Wa?" tanya Rania, a classmate of Nashwa who is also a close neighbor. The hijab girl nodded her head.

"Well, we go home now, I'm hungry."

"Ehm .. You go first with Ran."

"Lho, why?"

"This kind of rain? Can't it be tomorrow?"

"Ehm .. mother told me to deliver an important message that could not be conveyed by message or phone."

"Yes, I went home first. You careful. I'll see you tomorrow."

Rania passed from the front of Nashwa, and she left the classroom.

Nashwa doesn't really visit her budhe house, but she comes to her boyfriend Hanafi's house.

No one knows if Nashwa, who is known to be active in religious activities at his school, has a girlfriend. Hanafi himself is also known to be a pious student and has never been close to any female student. You could say no one knows if the two are in a relationship.

Arriving at Hanafi's house.

"Where are your mom and dad?" nashwa asked shortly after Hanafi came out from inside her room.

"Mother and father are attending a celebration in the village next door. You're raining, Wa?"

"No, I brought an umbrella. Dimas said you've been out for a few days. What are you sick of?"

"The doctor at the health center said I had typhus symptoms."

"You need to rest a lot and keep eating."

"I'll make you a drink first." Hanafi moved from his seat but felt the things around him spinning, until he finally sat back in his chair.

"No need to bother. You just rest in your room. Looks like your body is still limp." Nashwa then let Hanafi into his room.

One day the lightning was so loud. It leaves the ears of anyone who hears it. Nashwa, who had been afraid of the lightning, jumped and grabbed Hanafi's body.

For the first time, a pair of neutrals sat at such a close distance.

"Your eyes are beautiful, Nashwa."

Hanafi grabbed Nashwa's chin and landed a soft kiss there.

Nashwa's mind rebelled.

"This is not true, kissing with a partner who is not a makhram is one form of zinaa."

Nashwa pushed Hanafi's body, but somehow the young man clenched him even tighter.

Once again the lightning roared. Nashwa also tightened his embrace. Apparently the girl had started to get carried away. He let it go when Hanafi opened the cloth covering his head. For the first time also Nashwa showed his aurat to the opposite sex.

Nashwa's neckline further makes Hanafi's passion tempestuous. He began to fondle the nape of the neck and give pagutan until it leaves a reddish mark there. Instead of refusing, Nashwa who was drifting because of his girlfriend's treatment let it go when Hanafi began unbuttoning his uniform. Just as he did on his neck, he also gave a pagutan on the mound of his twins.

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