Red Noctah
The Part 63
The group of Bhishma families came home, one by one shaking hands while accompanying prayers of kindness and congratulations to the two happy brides. After reaching deliberation consensus, the recipe will be held at the end of the next month while waiting for the right schedule to inaugurate it to the general public.
"You're not coming home?" seloroh Bila to her husband who stood to take his family to the porch of the house. His right hand was his wife.
"May I go home, yesterday when I say goodbye" he smiled.
"Slander, where I am, mrengut, aja," the argument does not accept.
"Masa', dih ... who often misses, say don't be ashamed."
"It's really ordinary, it's ge'eran's you."
"Let's go baby, Razik's been a bad night in the room." Time's past nine o'clock in the evening. The mother of one child called on her son to clean up and go to sleep immediately.
"Let's get me baby, play again tomorrow." Bisma also called to approach his son who was still engrossed with lego-lego minions.
"You rest, let Mother take care. Tonight Razik sleeps with Oma," said Mother last. As if to know the screams of the bride's heart that wants to be alone.
"But Bun, later if the night of the wake does not meet when, like crying."
"Relax baby, close people too, rest there, you must be tired. Razik Oma's business."
"Duh his understanding my in-laws, sound-healthy Bun," the inner Bhishma cheered.
"Let's love, it's been mandated." The bisma pulled her hand towards the room.
Bisma first took off her watch, then cleaned in the bathroom.
"I don't bring change" he said casually.
"It looks like there's still a lot of clothes left in your closet."
Nabila walked towards the wardrobe and immediately grabbed a casual T-shirt and also a sarong cloth.
"I have not yet finished, worshipers first," he said preparing two prayer mats.
"I'm doing wudhu, I'm waiting."
The man waited without cutting his eyes on his wife. Starting from removing makeup, to taking a towel to take to the bathroom.
"Want a shower? Is it late?"
"So, clean the doang," he replied as he stepped into the bathroom.
"Your sunna prayers?" sasa nodded. When following, the two look solemn in the cloth prayer.
His right hand greeted his hand with reverence, after the greeting by condoning the prayer of kindness.
"Bismilah .. permission to open the hijab yes." The man took off the cloth covering his wife's head with a heart full of love.
"Masya Allah .. bidad realized I was, very beautiful," he said amazed, after taking off perfectly. Her jet-black hair was beautifully seared.
When smiling awkwardly chimed in on her husband's praise. The man immediately picked up his wife and laid her slowly onto the bed.
"Thank you, I'm willing to take me back" he said, staring at me. The murmur of his heart was like a roaring wave, calling for a strand full of cravings.
"Thank you for choosing me back, it feels weird but it's real. Especially if you remember that you already have children, you don't believe."
Bisma smiled at his wife's babble. "
"Assalamu'alaikum my dear wife, may I fulfill my duties as a husband?" soft door. Her right hand caressed her beautiful smooth cheeks as white as that marble.
"Waalacumsalam. Do Mas, do anything on me, complete our worship tonight," said the woman resigned.
"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable, I won't force you."
"I know you're a good husband, I think we might meet, but I'm glad to get through tonight."
Bhishma says a prayer of kindness first before beginning. Hope that what they will pass will be a beautiful reward full of blessing.
The man stared softly, fixedly and deeply. The net is rubbing against each other. Both hands cupped his cheeks, right and left. Landing a kiss on his forehead, both cheeks and turning to meet on his soft lips.
Beautiful, all feels beautiful if done with love and cliches. His heart rhymed according to the passionate turmoil of the heart. Redeem the long-unachievable thirst.
"Sweet," chirped. After making his wife sting. When smiling awkwardly. Until getting a second attack, both welcome with the same sparkle.
"Mother ... Hu hu hu ....!" Razik came to break both of them. The halal couple moved apart, finding Razik sobbing at the door. Apparently the little boy woke up half the night and left the room looking for his mother.
"Darling ... here and here, Mother here, do not cry dear, Razik does not sleep the same oma?" tanyanya gently. The little boy shook his head, moving quickly towards the sleeping bed between the two of them.
Nabila looked at her husband with a smile, while Bhishma scratched her non-itchy nape.
"Razik dear, booby yes it is night," said Bisma cradling her son. The boy widened his eyes. It seems that the sleepiness has disappeared.
