Qibla Love A

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After the dawn prayers together, Ais and Arion rushed out of the room. Aisya immediately headed for the kitchen to make breakfast, while Arion-the tall man decided to jog around the house.

"You're awake, son,"

Aisya who was cutting a carrot and some onions turned her head. The girl smiled as she saw Grandma approaching.

"When the plan is for Grandma to make breakfast for you,"

Just as Aisya was about to open her voice, Grandma Imma spoke again. Even Aisya could catch the tone of temptation in every word her Grandmother-in-law said.

"Emm-Ais same Bang Rimba did not sleep again after the dawn prayer Nek. So the ice is ripe, Bang Rimba is also a sport outside," Aisya said calmly.

The girl in loose long sleep clothes was again busy with her activities. While Grandma Imma, the old woman was laughing with an amused smile, she knew that right now Aisya was embarrassed and misbehaved.

"Yes, Grandma wants to scrape mustard seedlings the same as spinach first, afraid in the chicken claws. Usually if the morning chicken Mr. Sarip likes to go back home,"

Aisya nodded slowly, her lips smiling faintly at Grandma Imma. The girl walked towards the small fridge, to pick up some eggs and red chili peppers.

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"Today I'm going to the plantation,"

Aisya who was rinsing her hands in the sink turned her head. Both of his eyes flicked slowly, when he saw Arion standing up in the water. Aisya's gaze fell on Arion's jakun who was going up and down, making the girl take a deep interest in heart.

"Anything want some ice?" Aisya approached, the girl brought a plate of soy sauce fried rice that she had just finished making.

The brown hijab girl placed it quietly, then sat down on one of the chairs next to Arion.

"If you're the one who delivered directly, can you?" Arion stared at the priestly and deep at Aisya.

It is very clear that the long-haired man so adores the Angel. Even unconsciously, one hand of Arion stretched out to touch the strands of hair that came out of his wife's hijab.

Feels like dejavu, Aisya sculpts-so does Arion. His ears buzzed, his head again throbbing in pain as flashes of past memories flashed through his mind.

Arion closed his eyes tightly, but his hand still moved to tuck Aisya's hair behind the hijab his wife was wearing.

But she was sure, that Aisya would look beautiful under any circumstances. Arion was grateful, it turns out that he got a soul mate who could protect his own body from the wild gaze of the eyes of the bastard.

Arion admitted, if the charm of Aisya is too alluring even with clothes covered.

"The Jungle?" Aisya held Arion's hand which was on her husband's head.

Aisya let go slowly, then gently grasped as if giving a lot of strength to Arion.

"Don't force it, later Ais will deliver lunch to the plantation. Bang Rimba wants Ais masakin what?" Aisya persuaded Arion, for the man to release his hand on the head.

Slowly but surely, Arion calmed down. His breathing regained order, even his two eyes slowly opened. A deep and wide look, looking at Aisya who was smiling thinly and sweetly at him.

Arion's hands extended back to rub Aisya's cheeks, soft and heart-hearted as if Aisya's cheeks were fragile objects that could be easily broken.

"Whatever you cook, you eat. It's noon, Brother take a bath first," Arion returned Aisya's smile, the one-pussed man got up and walked towards the living room.

But Arion's steps came to a halt, and turned towards Aisya - making the girl look in wonder at her husband.

THE CUP!

"Later on to breakfast,"

Aisya soared quickly, as she felt a deep, wet kiss on her forehead, which was given by Arion.

Aisya's face met with red, even the girl felt heartburn, because it held back her surprise.

**NGCONTROL SAWAH IN-LAW😂😂😂😂

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