MY PRIESTLY CANDIDATE

DINNER WITH UMI

"Don't act weird. I don't want your meaning to do things you don't want to do" Hanafi whispered.

Hanafi only she hugged Hany's body which was already half-twlangkang under the same blanket. Until both of them are completely covered.

An hour later. There was a knock from outside the room. Hanafi opened his eyes and got out of bed and opened the door of his room.

"Name ... What's up?" ask Hanafi slowly.

"Take your wife down and have dinner together downstairs. Aby and Dul are at the dinner table. Bary electricity is on. The rain has also subsided" said Umi Afi slowly.

"Yes Umi. Afi wake Na, first. He was exhausted" Afi said politely.

"Don't be too in the forsir. Poor too. Still young," said Umi advising while chuckling.

Hanafi smiled without answering. He knows the direction of the conversation.

"Yes already. Umi wait. Don't be long," Umi said firmly.

Umi Afi is a great mother. He was always near his Abynya including taking a trip out of town for work and giving lectures.

For the choice of a mate. Umi and Aby give full rights to their children.

Hanafi went into his room again and woke Hany up.

"Na ... Yuk eat? Umi and Aby are waiting" Hanafi said slowly.

"Norhh ... Yes," replied Hany quietly. His life has not been gathered at all.

Hanafi walked to the closet and changed his shirt.

"Arghhh ..." cried Hany out loud.

Hanafi rushed over to Hany.

"Why you?" hanafi asked confused.

"Ecchem ... What the hell's been going on? Did he do that?" ask Hany lirih.

"No." Hanafi replied firmly and quickly.

"Why Na's clothes? Apart?" hany was confused. He forgot that he himself had thrust his body into Hanafi.

"You forgot? You're the one who took them off one by one?" hanafi said slowly reminding.

Hany speechless. He remembered the incident with the lights off and was right. Hany asked her husband to make love to her. But Hanafi resolutely refused and they ended up sleeping without anything happening.

"It has. Put on your clothes and we go downstairs together. Nothing happened between us. They will never force you to do something you don't want. Marriage happens to both parties, not just one. So, I'm not selfish. It's just, you should be able to appreciate Mas as a husband. That's it," said Hanafi softly.

Every one of his words was just an explanation not a pressure or a threat. Hanafi always spoke in a soft, soft voice without any jolts, snares and high notes.

Hanafi stood up again and combed his hair in front of the mirror and put on his favorite perfume.

Slowly Hany put on her full outfit. From the mirror reflection Hanafi just stared at the smooth body of Hany who did look very sexy.

"Are you ready?" said Hanafi who was waiting at the door of the room.

"Already," replied Hany softly.

Hanafi did not want to make Hany feel ashamed of her own doriya. He berimbaskab Hany in terms of dress without having to force her to wear a robe and hood like Umi and gadia - other santri girls.

Hany walked first and stopped.

"Why stop?" ask Hanafi slowly.

"Mas Afi go down first. Na wants to change clothes. It doesn't feel appropriate to wear these clothes" said Hany, who began to realize that she now lives in a ponpes neighborhood. At least he can wear clothes that do not trigger other men's orgasm.

Hanafi smiled happily. Without having to tell. I realized that what I was wearing was disrespectful.

"Please wait here" said Hanafi.

Hany simply nodded her ground and ran towards her room. He chose a fast and slightly covered dress even though Hany has not worn a headscarf like a sholehah woman in general.