My Ottoman Girl

First Night with you - 2

" Agabey, And All the great families of Baba Murad and Baba Farouq, I will explain now about my plans after our marriage. Since we were married religiously then we had to register with the state as well. For that Hafiz and Aygul must take care of the documents needed immediately. Aygul must take care of all the legality to Turkey and Hafiz will take care of all the legality in Indonesia. After Turkey Hafiz will take care of it. Hopefully not until 1 month Hafiz can pick up Aygul to go to Indonesia" I explained to all our big families.

" So you're going home after this Husband?" ask Aygul.

I nodded and patted the back of his hand.

" Yes and soon I'll come back to pick you up because I also have to extend my Visa and Passport. So you also have to take care of your Visa and Passport"

" Baba and Anne I entrusted Aygul to Baba. It is up to Aygul to take turns living in Izmir or in Istanbul. Everyone is too dear and will take care of him. Pray that all Hafiz affairs in Indonesia will be completed soon so that Hafiz will fly to Turkey." I said to the elders of Aygul.

Baba Farouq seemed pleased with my words.

" all right. Baba agrees with your opinion. Because everything must have legal legality so that we do not violate the rules that apply. For Aygul Baba's place of residence, I think he can come back with us in Izmir. If he misses Baba Murad later we can take him to Istanbul."

It seems that Brother Aygul the Mustafa is still heavy if my sister I boyong to Indonesia.

"Hafiz, we just got together with our one-on-one sister. But soon we will be separated. Can't you let him stay in Turkey any longer? Maybe 3 months?"

I sighed, it felt heavy to fulfill Mustafa's request. But I tried to diplomacy with him so as not to be offended.

"Agabey, my wish was to immediately pick up Aygul, because Hafiz had consulted Zein and he had asked some of his colleagues about the Aygul therapy process"

The whole family seemed surprised to hear me. Some of them are less sure of my wife's recovery.

But I am principled as long as the breath is still in the body and as long as we believe in Allah SWT there must be hope.

" Come Zein please help me explain to the elders. "my door to Zein. Maybe he can explain medically as a doctor.

Zein looked at me and exhaled slowly I knew for sure it was a mental burden for her to explain things that were still within the limits of the study.

" Previous I apologize for my explanation if it is unsatisfactory. Hafiz had previously told me about Aygul's condition in search of a treatment solution. According to Hafiz, the big family here tried many times to also bring Aygul treatment everywhere. But it has not produced results. I have contacted several colleagues in several countries who are majoring in Orthopedics. There are several methods that may be applied to sister Aygul. I have a professor in Beijing. He is a fairly well-known orthopedist there. He also combined western and eastern medicine for the recovery of his patients. There have been several tens of patients from various countries who were healed through his hands. It just so happened that he was the Professor who taught me first in Cairo. He is pleased to study the science of his treatment with the hadith and the Koran. "

Zein replied in an optimistic tone.

Ammar and Mustafa are seen sumringah. The smile that had been a little dark slowly spread wide on his lips.

Mom and Dad didn't expect Zein to have many relationships. Know my parents Zein's a quiet man. I also didn't expect this talkative Zein I could count on. It would not be wrong if I entrust my youngest brother in his hands one day.

" Okay, we believe in you. Please take care of our little sisters with all your heart" Mustafa said on behalf of his brothers.

I nodded my head and cupped my palms together in my chest. Dinner was over and we rushed back to the hotel. I whispered to Aygul that tonight he could move to the room I had been in for a few days. His face turned red and he could only nod his head.

I pushed her wheelchair up to the 4th Floor to her room with her parents. I have asked my in-laws permission to take Aygul with me. Both of her parents let me help with some of her clothes.

Night has covered the earth. Both my parents and several families have entered the dispute. Syafri and Elif as well as Zein and Izza seemed still engrossed in a joke in the lobby. Elif invites Izza to enjoy the night on the outskirts of the Bosporous strait again continuing the event that was delayed.

I say goodbye to them asking permission not to follow because tonight I want to be with my beloved wife. They just smiled and winked seductively.

After saying enjoy Turkey I immediately ran up to the elevator to my room. A moment later I knocked on my door. Not long after my door was open. A girl wearing a navy blue kaftan with a matching hijab greeted me in a wheelchair.

I smiled and closed the door. My heart thumped at the sight of the two of us in this room.

As a normal male my manhood instincts began to be piqued at the sight of real beauty before my eyes.

Aygul pushed the wheel of his chair towards me and his hand touched mine.

I gripped her slowly and kissed the back of her hand. His face flushed again and a smile rose on his lips.

I sat in front of her wheelchair with my legs folded back.

" Not a sacrifice, dear. This is sincere love for you. I'm gonna change clothes first." Then I got up from my seat and headed for the closet that held a few pieces of my shirt.

I took a clean scabbard and a white t-shirt. I change clothes in front of my wife. Suddenly both of his palms covered his eyes. I laughed when I saw him embarrassed.

" Hunnie, why don't you change your clothes? will I help you replace it?" bargain him. He shook his head as he pushed his wheelchair towards the closet and picked up his nightshirt.

" dear. Close your eyes, I want to change my clothes. "pinta.

" Why should I shut it down, right? You and I are legal as husband and wife. We are halal dear" I replied approaching her.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the wheelchair over to me.

" dear. Can I see your face without the hijab?" my door to him.

Aygul nodded then I removed my wife's head covering for the first time.

" Subhanallah...Most holy is Allah, who created an angel from Heaven to earth with me. " Praise me directly without a stale base.

Face without make up with waist-length blonde hair on the back. I just found out my wife has blonde hair like Izza's Barbie doll as a kid.

Her green eye beads and plump eyelashes are very charming. The smell of perfume really seduced me.

" Dear can I kiss you?" I said asking for permission even if she was officially my wife I would respect her without imposing my will.

" Can Hunnie. I am yours completely. Why did you ask permission?" answer her. Then I stroked her cheeks.I read the prayer I had blown into her crown.

May God bless each one of us in the debate of his spouse.

Then I kissed her soft lips that were as bright as a pink rose. He turned his head towards my face. Long ago the lips of the two of us met as if to dive into each other in his sea of longing that long buried. As a normal man my desire bubbled up to see the beauty in my wife's body. But I can't attach much importance to my ego now I have to be patient waiting for it to heal.

Aygul hugged me tightly and I began to carry his body out of the wheelchair and lay him on my soft bed. His hands hugged my neck.

Then for the first time I asked permission to replace her clothes with a nightgown that I had bought as a handover.

She nodded in agreement.I very carefully began to lift her blue caftan. After I changed her clothes I started to look at her legs. I massage her with her soft feet. While massaging I also prayed to God to give my wife a medicine that could make her walk again.

I massaged her with all the affection for her, Aygul stroked my back.

After that I started to lay my body beside her. I saw the nervousness in his eyes. I smiled and stroked her face again.

" Break a break Hunnie. I'll keep you here. Both of us will seek the best treatment for you." I said relax.

" I'm sorry, honey. I always make you suffer. I can't be a full-fledged wife to you yet" she replied with tears welling up in her eyes.

I wiped her tears. Then kiss her lips slowly.

"There's still plenty of time and ways to make me happy dear. Take a break and don't think hard. I love you hunie" then his head was blown into my chest.I rubbed his back feelingly.

" Good night dear.I love u too" he said half-whispering.

There are still many nights that will make you my full wife.

Good night, true lovers, sleep and dream tomorrow is better than today.