She's My Husband!!!
Harris Waiting for Davina
Harris was sitting waiting for Davina to come home, before Davina had told him that she would go along with Rani and Faras. Harris so restless now, because it's almost maghrib Davina also has not been seen the trunk of his nose.
Shortly thereafter, Davina arrived at the apartment. He immediately smiled when he saw Harris sitting in the living room chair. He thought Harris had gone to the mosque to teach because this was already the time of Maghrib. And usually Harris will go after ashar or before ashar.
"You're not going to the Masjid, Harris?" Davina asked him there.
"You've been a long time, I've missed you." Harris approached his wife.
"So early this morning, too, met" replied Davina, not believing the man's words.
"I miss giving you that." Harris chuckled.
Davina immediately pinched Harris's waist.
"Basic ustadz pervert,,"
"Hm, thisin." Harris was dismissive.
Davina removed the pinch from Harris' waist.
"Owh yeah, you haven't answered my question. Why don't you go to the mosque?" Ask Davina.
"Because you don't come home, I'm worried about you. I'm afraid that it's happening again." Harris.
Davina nodded in understanding, "Sorry was on the road jammed, so she came home late. How are those kids?" Davina asked the fate of the children who should have studied teaching with Harris.
"You take it easy, I've asked my friend to take his place." Harris.
"Oh, I'm gonna take a shower." Davina passed to her room.
Harris followed Davina to the room to prepare for the maghrib prayer while Davina was in the bathroom. When finished he took ablution water and congregated with his husband.
When he finished, Harris turned his body to Davina and thrust his right hand to be shaken by Davina. Davina accepted and kissed her immediately, Harris replied by kissing Davina's forehead.
"The wife of Sholeh Harris." Her speech.
Davina frowned when her husband said that. Then he laughed.
"Ck, you're not wrong to say that I'm Sholeh's wife? Very far away, Harris. Even I can't be a good wife yet, you're saying things that make me feel inferior and..."
Davina's words were immediately cut off by Harris because her lips were silenced by Harris' fingers.
"Isn't it by obeying every speech of the husband and obeying him including sholehah? That's enough for me to call you that." Harris.
"Pffftt, am I obedient from where, Harris?" Davina laughed at herself.
Harris watched his laughing wife, he just rolled his eyes lazily. Has Davina been unaware of the change in her life since marrying Harris??
"Wait, Davina." Harris said successfully made Davina's laughter stop.
"Why?" Ask.
"I'll prove it tonight" Harris told Davina.
Davina who was shocked by Harris's sudden movements pushed her backwards got Harris on top of her. Harris's eyes did not blink when he saw Davina in that position.
"You're nothing, Harris. Step aside." Davina said as Harris pressed her down.
Harris grinned, then let go of the face Davina was wearing.
"What do you want?" Davina asked in panic.
"I want us to do it tonight." Harris.
Davina nodded her head, then Harris carried her on their bed. Harris kissed his wife's lips.
"Harris you forgot something." Davina said she wanted to prank Harris.
"What?" Harris stopped his action.
"We better pray Isya and two rakaat before doing it." Davina said while holding back her laughter because there was still about 10 minutes before entering the time.
"Shitt," Umpat Harris felt frustrated, because of his desire that had been in the crown. But he still stopped the action, justifying Davina's remarks.
"Here you go, don't get angry. I just remind you as a wife." In her heart Davina laughed at Harris who was already tensed, not anything but she could feel that down there because her waist was close to Harris.
"We will pray first, after that I will punish you dear." Harris is rising.
Harris took Davina to the bathroom to pray again, before performing the prayer.
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Davina has just finished her duties as a wife. He looked at Harris who looked exhausted after they had performed their worship.
Davina picks up Harris's phone on the nightstand because it catches her eye. Davina smiled when she opened it, apparently her photo was plastered as a picture of wallpaper on Harris' phone.
Davina only realized when in the picture was her first time using the hijab when she was going to study with her mother-in-law and Harris. She looks so pretty, is that why Harris asked her to go in the hijab?
Suddenly Harris's phone rang a sign that a message was coming in. Davina opened it, afraid that Shafira would send the message.
Davina breathed a sigh of relief when the one who sent the message was lecturer Harris at the Campus.
Mr. Hery the lecturer
[Open'alaikum, Harris. We're going to have a religious event and I want you and Shafira to fill it out. Because I hear you and Shafira are Muslim couples who are often talked about by students. So I think it can be used as an attraction later. I hope you're ready, Harris. Wassalam, ]
Davina reads the message, for some reason becoming upset when the lecturer tells Harris to be paired with Shafira. Didn't know Harris was married.
"You're awake, baby." Said Harris just waking up who saw Davina was already sitting on the edge of the bed.
Davina had already returned Harris's phone to its original location so it wouldn't get caught if she read the message before Harris woke up.
"Already," Davina said briefly.
"Why are you, did I make a mistake?" Harris asked confusedly at Davina's attitude.
Davina did not answer and went straight to the bathroom. Harris scratched his head feeling confused, he himself felt like he had done nothing to make Davina become angry.
Then Harris took his cell phone and saw a message that had been opened but he had not read. Harris understood now, Davina was angry for the message.
Harris called someone to help him.
"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum." Harris.
"......... "
"You can, right?"
"......... "
"Owh, yes, okay." Harris said after that he hung up his phone.
Sharing the story is the right thing when they are adam already unable to face the attitude of the women. Is that how adam is??
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