So TKW

Section 6

I'm telling you what just happened in the workspace to Husnah. And I asked why madam took pictures of my face without the hijab and veil.

Apparently it's a common thing. And I don't have to be afraid. It was intended that if I ran away, he would easily find me, Husnah said.

After being satisfied with Husnah's answer, I immediately prayed dzuhur and prepared to leave with madam.

In the car, Nasheer, Mariam, madam, and a driver were waiting impatiently.

I sat right behind the driver. Madam was sitting in front.

"Yes greetings... Your veil is noorah." madam glared, furious as it seems with my lupa nature. I smiled shyly, then glanced at the driver. He also looks to be staring from the front mirror. Indians like him, visible from his large stature, like Husnah.

The streets in the city of Thaif are winding but quite quiet. Because the road is very wide, no need to worry about traffic jams like in the homeland. The weather is cool, even the barren desert of Seperi in the city of Mecca is not visible here.

Here there are high mountains with green grass.The left right view is shrouded in a thick fog even though it is noon. If juxtaposed with our country, maybe as in the peak area.

On the roadside there are big trees. The big one is called the zaquum tree said madam. Yes I just remembered, the tree is written in the Qur'an and said it tastes very bitter.

Madam was shopping at the store, while I followed behind while guiding Nasheer. Mariam joined hands with her mother.

Madam shopped at the Factory Of Rashied, bought ingredients and necessities for the house, not forgetting to buy some dried rose tea and perfume. Indeed, the city of Thaif is famous for its worldwide rose quality and the undoubted quality of its fruits and honey, as I have heard.

Looking to the right left of the big and magnificent shopping center made my legs ache and tired. Madam seemed to understand and told me to go to the park with Nasheer. In this theme park there is a playground even though it is not too big. Nasheer loved to play around and I sat there watching.

People pass by in this place, mostly wearing abayas, but many are not covered with veils and niqob. Maybe they're non-Muslims, I don't know.

The journey continues to the fruit center. Madam bought the need for the next month. Everything will be delivered by delivery service to the house.

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Arrived home by ashar. Great work awaits. New groceries coming down from the box car. Husnah and I immediately picked it up and put it in the storage warehouse.

Cleaning the bathroom is not in kosrek like in the homeland, but in the mop and on the rag, only the toilet part that really must be brushed until clean. The wall was not separated from the touch, glazed from the bottom to the top wall using a ladder. Must be shiny said madam.

Madam is very fond of cleanliness, but she and her family rarely bathe. If in our homeland we used to shower two to three times a day, here it is just the opposite.

Madam family every three days new bath, if even the morning shower is usually exhausted junub. It's worth staring in wonder as I bathed Nasheer this morning. Including Husnah, from the smell of his body can be found how often he bathes.

Only two bathrooms were clean and in the lap, Nasheer had whined for company in his room. The work should be done tomorrow afternoon. Madam told me to take care of Nasheer. Maybe I was in two different places at once. Huh, you madam.

Ignoring the boy's cry, he stood in front of the bathroom sulking and stretched out his hands. Poor thing. I remember my son Adit in my homeland. Ah, what's he doing there?

Husnah several times had invited and seduced Nasheer, but the boy refused and cried louder. I had to give up.

He quickly swept his body into his room so he could sleep. Husnah said Nasheer's endurance was weak and he was often sick. If so madam and her husband will be confused and immediately call the Sheikh to pray.

In the room immediately I gave him the milk prepared by Husnah. I rubbed his hair. Sometimes I pat her ass so she can fall asleep. Feeling tired and sleepy makes me cradled in dreams.

For a moment like someone stroking the cheek, like a dream but feels real. Then feel warm on the face. Slowly the body feels heavy. Ah what really happened. Someone tried to open my veil. The hands try to prevent it, but the eyelids do not open.

Until finally there was something warm on the lips. The cup! Breath hunting. Makes me shocked.

"W...!"

Suddenly eyes open. There's someone right on top of me. Staring sharply with lust.

Immediately I pushed to stay away but my strength was not comparable to his large height.

"Who are you?"

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