Replacement Uterus

I want to hear

Two days Nayra has reorganized in a new house that will be her small family. Assisted with Linda, her husband's secretary or sometimes Romi if not much work also came to help her.

The plan is Nayra and Devan weekend will move and occupy a new house. But all failed not according to plan. Because Devan is on a business trip that no one can replace. He left for Singapore yesterday with a secretariat staff and three suveryior as well as an architect and three interior designers. It is likely that Devan will be there for two to three days in order to follow up the apartment building in one of the areas in Singapore.

Huuftttt

Nayra breathed a tired breath after dropping her body on the sofa. Today finishing in rearranging his new home. They could have moved tomorrow, but had to wait for Devan to come home from Singapore.

There was a ringtone from HP Nayra. He turned his head to the side where he put his HP and peeked at who was calling him. Devan, honey.

He took it immediately he shifted the green button and saw the face of Devan who was wearing a black shirt and a black suit without a tie on the collar of his shirt. Want to mourn, thought Nayra because she saw Devan wearing all black clothes.

"Assalamualaikum." greeted Nayra with a tired voice and a little sleepy from yawning while covering her mouth. Understandably it is noon and not yet filled eating is also mixed tired.

"Walaikumsalam." Devan replied with a frown looking at Nayra's face that looked so tired.

"Why telephone?" nayra asked and straightened her body despite each leaning on the shoulder of the sofa.

What kind of question is that, Devan thought. Her husband called her and obviously missed her. Why should I also ask why.

"You're still in the new house?" devan asked without answering Nayra's question.

Nayra is seen moving her head up and down twice with a pouting face.

"Why? You're angry because I left yesterday suddenly.?" Nayra raised both eyebrows with a bent face and also looked to relax her shoulders.

"Yesterday I actually wanted to invite you. But pity the twins because there has been no prior notice if left." Devan explained.

I'm not angry Devan, my husband. I'm just tired. Why you should also be angry because you were left because of work. There-is just. Inner Nayra.

"You can't even be used if you come here" continued Devan who looks furious considering that yesterday failed again.

Nayra screeched with narrowed eyes and then she laughed as she recalled yesterday Devan stopped her game suddenly. He remembered the events after.

The Flashback

Nayra returned to the room to coincide with Devan also just came out of the bathroom. Looks like we're taking another bath, Inner Nayra. Seeing Devan who only wears a towel limited to the waist while his right hand dries his hair with a small towel.

Nayra walked closer to Devan who was on the walk in closet nervously. He feels guilty. She who teased Devan first made her husband float, but she also dropped Devan when he was at the top.

"S-honey.." Nayra was nervous, looking down until she bit her lower lip while calling her husband.

Devan who had just finished wearing his nightgown turned to the side then he sighed tiredly when he saw the look of his wife who looked down feeling guilty.

Devan closed the closet door and walked over to his wife. He took the woman's chin and lifted it so that he could look at the face of his wife who was bent because of guilt mixed with fear.

Nayra closed her eyes not daring to look at Devan. He was sure that Devan was currently angry with him. Or maybe he wanted to swear at her for feeling hung up.

Devan blew Nayra's eyes making the closed eyes blink a few times. Devan pulled one corner of his lips.

Akkhh

Nayra yelled reflexively she put her hand on Devan's neck as her husband raised his body in bridal style. He looked at Devan who was smiling very thinly instead.

Devan took her out of the room and headed for the balcony. He sits his ass on a nodic single couch. And Nayra sat on his lap.

"Where are you going?" Devan restrains Nayra's waist as she descends from Devan's lap.

"You sit there." show Nayra the sofa next to her which is separated by a small round table.

"Why?" devan asked when he saw Nayra like she had something to say.

"Sorry" he said

"Make?" Devan raised next to his eyebrows

"That one..." Nayra was embarrassed to say it.

Devan gripped Nayra's body tightly. He took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. Actually he was still upset because his desire was not channeled. But when he saw the face of his wife who was bent because she felt guilty and looked nervous when he looked at her. Inevitably Devan finally gave up too. He didn't want to see his wife grieve and feel guilty for something like that. Yaaa!! He ended up playing with soap.

"What's wrong, baby. It wasn't your fault. And you don't feel guilty just because you're menstruating you can't satisfy your husband." Devan tries to explain to Nayra not to feel guilty.

"But we can do it even though I'm menstruating. We can do oral **** or anal *"** a kind of foreplay. I can help you like you were yesterday." Devan shook his head at his wife's words.

"In the teachings of Islam has also been prohibited if you want to have a relationship **** when the wife is menstruating it is prohibited. The explanation is in one verse, namely QS. al-Baqarah: 222. 

“They ask you about menstruation. Say: “Haid it is a dirt”. Therefore, keep away from women during menstruation; and do not approach them before they are holy. When they are holy, they are in the place that Allah has commanded you.” Devan explained.

"I can't interfere with that, that means you can't get in here." Nayra pointed under Devan's stomach then pointed down her own stomach in embarrassment. Even his face was red.

Devan laughed at his wife's innocence.

"And you know!!?? If****oral has a harmful effect on us." Nayra nodded.

"From the book I borrowed from Salma explained that oral **** can cause infectious diseases such as HPV virus, Herpes, Hepatitis A, Hepatitis B, and many more" Nayra replied.

"Because you already know, it is appropriate to be shunned because it remembers the word of the Apostle Shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam, he said,

“Cannot start to make a bad impact (mudhorot) on others, nor reply to it.” (CHR. Ibn Majah. 2340, Ad Daruquthni 3:77, Al Baihaqi 6:69, Al Judges 2:66. Said Shaykh Al Albani hadith this shahih**).So continued Devan who still remembers the lesson about the book of fathul izar time in the pesantren first.

"But if you put your hands on like yesterday when I helped her out, is it okay?" ask Nayra excitedly and don't forget her sweet smile and flirtatious eyes.

Devan squinted his eyes at Nayra who was so eager to satisfy him. Didn't he see wrong, Devan thought. "Do you really want it, baby?" devan asked hesitantly, because if he did, he would come back to hit Nayra again even though he could not enter the pleasure hole owned by his wife.

Nayra just widened her smile and nodded in spirit. When else could she make her husband groan for his wild pleasure, thought Nayra.

Devan grinned, immediately he silenced the woman's mouth and brought her back to the room, rather her study.

Flashback Off

"Rome...Dear...Hii...Dear..Mama twins.." somehow the call to how much Devan threw but did not make Nayra realize from her daydream.

"Nayra Arasyid." cried Devan and was able to reverse the consciousness of his wife.

"Ehh..." Nayra stared at her HP screen staring at Devan confused, why Devan had to scream try.

"Why are you smiling to yourself?" asked Devan who was curious what made his beautiful wife was a vague smile while dreamy. I don't know what he imagined. Just be careful if you imagine the no-no, furious Devan in the heart.

Nayra smiled back, she glanced around making sure no one was nearby.

"Why do you cry like that? Instead of answering what her husband asked." Devan grumbled annoyedly.

Nayra stared at her HP screen back which had a picture of Devan there. He approached his HP screen.

"I want to hear those delicious eras coming out of your sweet mouth, baby."

"Damn it!!!" devan was upset, had just heard the sexy voice of his wife was just claustrophobic under the stomach between Devan's thighs.