Substitute Priest For Chayra

The Halal Khilaf

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Slowly, Alif and Chayra broke into a hug. The two locked their gazes and smiled.

“Chayra dear, don't cry again ya!” alif said while wiping the trail of tears on his wife's pretty face.

“Iya mas.”

“Night is getting late. Let's sleep!” take her, guide Chayra inside and close the window before going up to the bed.

“Mas, Chayra sleeps on the sofa only?” said carefully. Chayra was afraid to offend Alif. There is a sense that makes him reluctant to sleep together even though they are halal. Moreover, the man who became her lover was not an Adam whom she loved. Lips can say sincerely. But in fact, the heart is still not fully able to accept.

Be ill. Alif is clearly feeling hurt. He felt rejected by the woman who is now his wife. Unknowingly, Chayra again incised invisible wounds.

“Mas Alif sleeps on the couch, Ra. You, sleep in bed.” Alif got out of bed and threw himself on the sofa.

“But, Mas –“

Alif closed netra. He tried to ignore Chayra.

“Good Night, Mas Alif. Have a nice dream.” Chayra's following Alif. He put his body on the bed and tried to close the netra, dispelling the shadow of the face of Damar who was still dancing in the eye.

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As usual since adolescence, Alif woke up in a third of the night. He cleansed himself with ablution water and then performed sunah lail prayer. Wanting to feel, he woke up the Chayra and performed the sunah lail prayer together. However, Alif could not bear to look at Chayra's face that looked tired and swollen.

After saying two greetings, Alif skyrocketed the ink while asking forgiveness and instructions to Godi so that his steps are not wrong.

Alif began chanting kalam love with his voice that sounded so melodious that it disturbed Chayra's hearing.

The eyelids, framed by pliable feathers, open slowly. Gluing adjust the light of the room lamp.

Chayra moved from her position. Then he rested his back on the headboard. With reverence, Chayra listened to the voice she had longed for. The melodious voice possessed by a man who he considers as his best friend and brother. And now, that man had become his priest.

“Maha Allah is right in all his words.” Alif closes the mushaf and sprays a kiss.

“Ra, are you awake?” ask after folding the prayer mat and put it on the nightstand.

“Yes already, Mas. If you do not wake up, Chayra's eyes must still be bristling,” he said while chuckling.

“Yes, who knows your sleep while being literate, Ra. Exactly fish,” always accompanied by a smile that develops. He placed the weight of the body on the lip of the bed and then scrambled the hair Chayra, anxious.

“Issshh, Mas Alif. Most seneng dech ruffled Chayra's hair. So messy ‘kan.” Chayra pinched her lips and folded her hands in front of her chest and put on an irritated look.

Alif laughed softly and again ruffled Chayra's hair to make his wife even more upset.

“Nih rasain!” Chayra landed a pinch on Alif's waist as a counterattack.

“Awwww, good darling. Again donk!” Alif grating and glancing.

“Basic Mas Alif nacal.” Chayra again landed the pinch. Not just once, but many times. Alif did not stay silent. He replied with a tickle.

“Already Mas, amused ih.” Chayra's body was pounding like a hot worm. He also collapsed on the bed with the position of his hands pulling the clothes worn by Alif.

The two people who had been halal were locking their gazes. Their lips instantly became silent as a sweet-sounding heartbeat sound.

The soft lips that are touched, encourage the desire to taste, taste the tenderness and sip the sweetness.

“Sorry Ra,” whispered Alif as she rubbed the saliva left on Chayra's lips, then rose from her position.

Chayra nodded softly and turned her face that was painted in a tinge of red. He felt so ashamed. Instead of refusing, Chayra instead welcomed Alif's lips that were anchored, until the lips of the two were clenched. Sweet. Chayra tastes sweet that she has never tasted.

The sound of I looked at the dawn Adhan broke the silence that had been created after both of them sank into a bursting sense. The taste is still faint. It feels good for Chayra.

Slowly Chayra got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean the body.

“Mas, it's dawn. Mas Alif want to pray congregation in the mosque or here?” ask her as soon as she gets out of the bathroom.

Alif was stunned when he witnessed the wet Rikma Chayra. In Alif's eyes, his wife's face looked even more beautiful.

“Mas. Kog even bengong anyway?” Chayra waved her hands right in front of Alif's face, making the man look beautiful.

“Eh, what is Ra?” Alif smiled grinningly and scratched his nape which did not feel itchy at all.

“Cieee, Mas Alif fascinated huh? To the extent that Chayra did not mention what. It is only natural that Mas Alif is fascinated. Chayra's face ‘kan beautiful like the artist, Natasya Rizki,” he said confidently while making jokes.

“Then I like you, Ra. Not wrong ‘kan fascinated with his own wife?”

Chayra was unmoved as Alif slashed the distance between the two of them. His intention to joke even got a welcome from Alif who successfully made him misbehaved.

“Ma-mas Alif want to do?” Chayra put her face back a little. He was afraid to return to the caliphate, welcoming the touch of Alif's lips. Dahal, just khilaf. It is halal.

Alif grinned softly. He swiped the corner of the Chayra netra to remove eye dirt that is still attached.

“Basic, tuman habits. The shower is never clean. There's always belek left, Ra.”

Alif's words successfully pounded Chayra's face to heat up and redden. Wanting to feel, Chayra ran and hid on the planet Mars to avoid the ignorant bin nosy man who had the status of his eternal lover.

“It has been heard iqomah, Mas. So dawn prayer, no?” Chayra deliberately sent a question to divert Alif.

“So donk.”

“Mas Alif, where do you want to pray at dawn?”

“Here alone, Ra. Mas Alif wants to pray together with you,” he replied accompanied by a smile that is very sweet to make Chayra instantly stunned. He just realized the charm of Alif's face is very beautiful. Thick eyebrows, pointed nose, shaded eyes, dimples on both cheeks, plus clear white skin.

Apparently, Alif's face is no less handsome when compared to Damar's face. In the past, for Chayra .. good looks Damar has been very maximal. But apparently, there is a maximum, namely the good looks of Muhammad Alif Firdaus.

Duhh Chayra, why just realized?

“Ra, wear this mukena!” he said while offering a white face decorated with rose embroidery.

“I-iya Mas.” Chayra splints. He reached out to receive the face from the hand of Alif.

Two prayer rugs spread out. Alif and Chayra began to perform dawn prayers solemnly' accompanied by the melodious canticle of the bayu ....

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