Sagaras

Part 45's

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Hearing the words of the teacher, Aisyah fell silent because she remembered her work, an activity that since childhood in her dreams became a reality despite spending as a teacher in kindergarten.

"Why? calm down, your husband will not make you ashamed Master Kok', "kekeh Sagara teases and Aisyah just smiles knot.

This place was still very foreign to Aisyah who had just set foot in the capital. Aisyah people who are somewhat at home, leave when there is an urgent or need.

His skin that was already pure white was getting groomed smoothly behind his covered clothes.

"Sleep, I'm so sleepy, so tired." Sagara who wants to cover his heart immediately invites Aisyah to rest. He slept on the left side of the bed, leaving enough room for his wife.

Aisyah who is confused must how to immediately take a breath and throw it slowly. There was no tightness in his chest because all he felt was shame and fear.

"Come, what are you waiting for? I'm hard to wake up" said Sagara, who made Aisyah smile.

Inevitably the woman also went to sleep, he put the former Sagara drug and did not forget to prepare water on the nightstand next to the bed because Aisyah often woke up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty.

There was a bolster pillow in the middle whether on purpose or not, which was clearly as if a barrier for those who were already halal.

And how surprised Aisyah was when she heard a soft snoring right next to her that was none other than her husband.

"You are really sleepy as it turns out," said Aisyah who looked briefly at Sagara, a smile she did not realize she carved on the tip of her lips.

"May a beautiful dream, my husband."

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Late in the third night, Sagara who had been awake but instead chose to stay on top of the bed. He had no intention of getting off his bed which he now had to be willing to share with his wife.

Yes, the woman he had halted yesterday before the dzuhur adhan with a dowry of 2500 rupiah. And when he remembered that Sagara immediately bit his lower lip so that his laughter did not disturb Aisyah who was still lulled in a dream.

"Saga-" called Aisyah who smiled but soon woke up and shouted.

"Astaghfirullah, you-, what are you doing? me where?" his question panicked and then looked at himself who was still fully dressed even his hood was still stuck to his head even though it was a little messy.

"Hey, you calm down. You're in my house, I'm your husband, remember?" Sagara who panicked and was shocked immediately woke up to reach Aisyah's hand hoping that women would not be more confused.

"What's wrong, I get it."

"You-you're not angry, are you?" aisyah asked unwell, because her attitude might be excessive but for him who never came into contact with the opposite sex would be able to make his heart almost dislodged.

"angry? for what, what you said was my name, right?" there was a sense of happiness seeping into the young man's chest right now.

Whatever Aisyah's likeness about her impromptu marriage drama kmren at least she did not wrongly mention her husband's name when she just woke up.

"I-I, I thought I was a dream because it felt like I was dreaming about you," replied Aisyah who was embarrassed to be honest.

"really? but I'm more handsome in reality, right?" seductive. Sagara who immediately made both cheeks of his wife red blush.

But to hide this, Aisyah threw a glance at the wall clock which turned out to be their time to do the duty.

"You want to be with me?"

"Sure, why not," replied Sagara enthusiastically.

The thing that is often done together is now only done by the two of them, if Sagara is not ashamed maybe he has fainted while in the middle of doing it.

But Faith when being a Priest can in fact be thumbs up.

And when all ended with greetings, Sagara even slightly turned his body, the back of the hand reached by Aisyah to kiss the reverence in fact gave an extraordinary taste for the handsome Youth.

"I'm proud of you, it's beyond my expectations" said Aisyah, who once considered Sagara the capital's delinquent son, although in fact it's true.

"really? I just want to --"

"Want what? tell me," asked the white-faced woman.

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Want my prayers to reach Mamah, if I'm not her son, who else?