Pursuing the Details of His Love Tasbih

Chapter 39 - Beloved Master

After the event and so on, the event continued with dinner together.

The one who felt the blessing of this marriage was not only Meizia, but also Jenny. At least, Jenny felt she had new friends and a new family.

After the dinner together, the farewell people went home including Jenny.

"Your marriage is also a blessing to me, May" whispered Jenny.

"Alhamdulillah" Meizia replied. "Take care of yourself, Jen, now you live alone at home."

"I'm used to living alone" Jenny said as she hugged her best friend.

"We also have to go home" Riana said as she hugged Hana.

"True, we're full and now we're sleepy." Hana chimed in which made everyone laugh.

"Your cheeks get softer if you always sleep after eating" Ameer said.

"But she's still beautiful even though it's chubby like a bakpao" Shafa said.

Meizia could only smile seeing their warm interactions with each other, let alone when she saw Hana's warm smile. There was envy in her heart, envy because Hana was an almost perfect woman in every way.

"I want to go home first, Meizia," Hana said as she hugged the bride.

"Can you teach me that, Han?" meizia asked in a low voice, as if she did not want anyone to hear her.

"What?" tanya also whispered.

"Being a good Muslim."

Hana chuckles at Meizia's request. "We will learn together" Hana replied wisely.

"We go home first" said Abi Hana.

"May be happy always, son." Hana's mother touched Meizia's head gently.

"Thank you very much" said Meizia, who was moved by their attention.

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The clock has shown at 10 pm, Meizia is already in the room Ameer, the room is decorated very beautifully with a sprinkling of roses on her bed sheet. Meizia has also changed clothes and has removed her makeup. Her husband was talking to her parents.

Meizia was nervous, like a bride in general. However, there was something else that he was afraid of tonight.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the tightly closed door of the room.

Not long after, Ameer went into her room which made Meizia even more nervous and the woman was shaking and sweating coldly.

"Sorry for a long time" said Ameer, unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing.

"It's okay" Meizia said in a very slow voice. He lowered his head while linking his fingers, and Ameer smiled at Meizia's habit.

Suddenly Ameer knelt in front of Meizia who immediately made the woman glare in surprise, even holding her breath.

"You nervous?" guess Ameer while pulling Meizia's hand that was tied tighter and tighter.

Meizia could not answer, she could only look back but Ameer quickly flanked her chin, forcing her to look up.

"I'm also nervous actually" said Ameer, carrying Meizia's hand to her chest, placing the tiny hand on her heart that was beating so fast.

"Smile wider, Meizia, I like your smile" Ameer said as she pulled both of Meizia's cheeks furiously.

"After this it seems like I will smile a lot" Meizia said.

"It has to." Ameer replied firmly. "Because if you cry more than laugh, I fail to be a good husband."

"I won't let you fail." Meizia dared to touch her husband's cheek.

As Ameer gasped, her blood rippled and her heart warmed.

He touched Meizia's hand and pressed it against her cheek, causing Meizia to be embarrassed.

"Your hands are so cold" said Ameer, because Meizia's palms were indeed cold. Now, Ameer kissed Meizia's palm gently while continuing to look at her eyes intensely. Making Meizia feel more wrong, her cheeks feel hot and maybe now her face is as red as a tomato.

"Is it warm?" Ameer's voice sounded heavy, her gaze growing more and more livid.

"It's very warm" Meizia replied.

"Well, honey, I'll pray first after that we pray, okay?"

Meizia just nodded slowly.

Ameer stood up and still took the time to steal his wife's kiss before she rushed to the bathroom. Meizia was a little surprised, she touched her forehead while making a smile.

Not long after, Ameer came out of the bathroom with a face that looked fresher.

"Now you take ablution gih," cried Ameer who was immediately obeyed by Meizia.

While waiting for Meizia, Ameer prepared a prayer service for them and a prayer meeting for Meizia.

Meizia came out of the bathroom and stood behind Ameer.

"We pray Isya first, you haven't prayed, right?" ask Ameer.

Meizia only nodded slowly, which made Ameer seem anxious.

"Meizia, can you answer my question with a voice, dear?"

"Huh?" Meizia gawking.

"Of you just shake your head and nod, I'd be happier if you answered Yes, dear. Or No, Honey."

Meizia gave a small laugh at Ameer's request. "I will try" said Meizia, for she spoke very rarely except.

"Now you are my wife, stop being so indifferent and quiet with me, it will be a sin if I am upset" joked Ameer.

"Alright," Meizia replied.

"Who are you?" ask Ameer.

"Alright, dear," said Meizia timidly.

"That's a lot more fun."

"Can we pray now, dear?" seductive Meizia who tries to melt her own feelings.

"Okay, my beloved mother."