Qibla Love A

Ready to Wait

"How's it?"

Pramono stared flatly at one of his aides. The man who had served for decades nodded slowly - making Pramono pound the table loudly.

The man's jaw tightened, indicating that he was emotional. But as much as Pramono could hold him back, he did not want to make a fuss in his own residence.

"So Arion was married without my knowledge and permission?" Pramono groaned low, he did not expect that his only granddaughter would act that far.

"True Master, Young Master is already married to that girl,"

PRANGS!

Finally Pramono was unable to hide his emotions, one crystal ashtray just shattered - when Pramono threw it towards the door.

Making someone who was eavesdropping behind the door shocked half to death. Not just because of the throw, but the truth he just heard.

'So Arion and the girl-are married?' he murmured in the heart.

He also still doesn't believe that Arion would do that. He thinks Arion is only trying to remember his past, not to go back to his past.

"The boy is too much! prepare everything tomorrow, I'll drag Arion back to this house!" pramono Final.

"Good Lord!" sahut obey.

Even though the Adjutant hoped that his Master would accept all of this. Learning from past events, not being selfish. Which could eventually make Pramono lose back.

🌴🌴🌴

Arion rubbed his face rough, as he looked at the financial statements from Aslam. The coconut plantation he was currently working on began to crawl up.

Though previously still in place, there has been no change for several months. But after Arion intervenes on his own, his plantation takes a drastic increase - especially after he marries Aisya.

Arion's forehead frowned as he realized something. He forgot that Aisya had made him ginger. The long-haired man immediately got up, closed his laptop then walked towards the room.

Arion sighed softly, when he saw that Aisya was already asleep. Aisya's sleeping position, like a baby in the womb, makes Arion thin his lips.

Slowly the man got on the bed, after putting his laptop on the dresser. Slowly Arion began to close his body to Aisya. One hand outstretched to touch his wife's hair, tonight Aisya took off her hijab.

The beautiful crown that the girl always hid behind her hijab, now Arion can see clearly.

Very Beautiful!

Two words that represent everything. Arion did not even stop sniffing his wife's hair, until finally Aisya was a little disturbed. The girl wriggled softly, even the girl had already turned to face Arion, in search of comfort.

Aisya's one leg gently wrapped around Arion's body, while her smooth white hand tightly hugged her husband's body involuntarily. Even the roar of Aisya's breath could Arion feel in his chest. Even though his body was still wrapped in a t-shirt, but Aisya's warm breath was very felt - making his entire body rustle violently.

Arion is a normal man, it's only natural that he's aroused because of Aisya's actions. What's more, the one who did it was his halal lover. But even if it was his right, Arion would not act without Aisha's permission. Arion does not want to be selfish, he will wait for Aisya ready to be born and inner - not forced by obligation.

Arion wants to do it all when love comes back, a love that will make everything more beautiful.

Love that will present many children in the womb of Aisya. Arion will wait for that time to come, now just enjoy the flow. Sharing hugs and kisses on the forehead and cheeks, is enough to make Arion and Aisya closer.

"Good night, my angel" muttered Arion, before he closed his eyes.

**NO IS NOT BAAANGGGG

SEE YOU TOMORROW'S

BABAYYYY MUUUAACCHH😘😘😘😘😘**