Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

60. First Night

A pair of newlyweds sat on their backs, both of them on the edge of the bed, feeling an incredible heartbeat. For Gibran, this really made him very nervous because he was never in a room alone with a woman who was not a mahram, and after having a mahram, he was confused.

This feeling raged, the room temperature became very hot even though the AC was turned on.

"Geez!"

"Sir!"

The two men spoke at the same time. They looked a little but returned to their original position.

"You used to be" said Gibran.

"No Sir. Let me just say it."

Gibran smiled. They were married but Humaira still called him Pak. Was there no other call, he wasn't really old yet, why did Humaira even call him that?

"Am I that old, Humaira?"

The woman flinched, she immediately turned around, so their gazes met for a while. Humaira again bowed because Gibran was looking at her.

"I didn't mean it that way, sir! I'm just not used to it. I'm this little guy, I---"

The sentence came to a halt as soon as someone stood in front of him, pinching his chin faintly so Humaira looked up.

"Who are you?" gibran asked, leaving the distance between them gone.

"Sa-I'm just a regular employee, sir. I'm sorry."

Gibran chuckled hard enough, the man laughed then sat down next to Humaira, he looked back at the man deeply, not what Gibran meant.

"I asked who you are for me?"

The deg!

Humaira could not answer her husband's question. The woman speaks a thousand languages, she is afraid to be called confessing. Why would Gibran corner him with such a question.

"Geez!"

"Huh-yes? I-i-!"

Humaira almost fell unconscious when suddenly Gibran held her back head and grabbed her lips. He was confused, his hands and feet were shaking because he had never done this.

Heart, he seemed to die on the spot, somehow fate later if Gibran to take his right tonight.

The smile on the man's lips. The little girl in his grasp was indeed very innocent. In accordance with his innocent face and simple appearance, initially Gibran only wanted to show who and what position Humaira for him, he said, but the woman turned out to be so funny that Gibran became very anxious and in the end it happened that night.

The night that is always awaited by a couple who are kasmaran, the night after a long wait they meet in the peak of pleasure.

A night like this is not difficult for people who marry without love, as long as they do not hate each other and have a commitment to their marriage. It is very natural when a husband and wife do it to meet the needs of each also the needs of their own partner.

Gibran rolled his body to the side of the man breathing heavily. He turned his head, looking at the wife who was already lying weakly with her eyelids closed. The man's right hand stretched out, pulling the blanket over to cover his wife's chest.

"Thank you, dear."

One sentence was successful in making Humaira's eyelids open, he turned to look at Gibran with teary eyes that finally, the clear water slid without he could bear.

"Astagfirullah ...." Gibran lay down. "Why are you crying, what is it? I did it too rough?"

"Humaira~~~!"

"Humaira's ashamed, sir. Why I'm the same father don't wear clothes. We've only known him for a few weeks."

"What?"

Gibran immediately laughed again. The man did not understand how Humaira could have thought so far. They are married couples just not dressed.

"I heard your village*an, Humaira."

"Bapakkkk!"

Suddenly the blanket opened showing Humaira's reddened face. His eyelids widened instantly, Humaira was angry, but it looked really funny instead.

"Come angry! I like to see other variants of that facial expression of yours."

Gibran pulled the waist of the wife to make their gazes meet again, in such a distance, Humaira again made pounding, jerk indeed, can not Gibran stop teasing him, Humaira already can not stand. His heart seemed to explode instantly.

"There's love in your eyes!" gibran's words again left Humaira confused.

"Love?"

Gibran lightly nodded. "If the Sundanese say, chileuh na mata, ilias belek," he whispered softly, but Gibran only joked. But it succeeded in making Humaira push her chest.

"Far away from me, Father! Ishhhh, sucks."

"Cieeee .. New one day is already good at sulking."

"Bapakkkkkk!"

Haha. Gibran again chuckled loudly the man only closed his eyes when Humaira hit him with the pillows.

"Sir Gibran made a cold!"

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Elsewhere, a woman was staring at the night sky from the balcony floor with lips smiling faintly. The woman was smiling, but her mind was raging, as hard as she tried to convince her heart that the husband was okay, but Kiara was not a stupid woman, she clearly saw the uneasiness in the look on her husband's face. Habibie's angry gaze to Gibran, it was not that he did not accept not being involved with their marriage, but that there was something else Habibie had hidden.

Kiara always tries to keep her marriage. In fact, when they were in the holy land, only Habibie dominated his do'a-do'a. There's no one else. Kiara does not know where her fault lies, but .. whether the world can not allow her to be happy.

The female body shed on the cold floor, Kiara hugged her knees with a bated cry. People say that pain is the redemption of sins in the past. So many sins that he has committed to this point God is still testing him.

He still remembers how Amzar said that our duty to obey our husbands is because we obey God's command not because we want to be loved by our husbands, but ... if in the household it is only Kiara who is trying to maintain, Kiara is also a human who has a limit of patience.

"Kiara is tired, O Allah, Kiara is tired."

The woman cried with a very heartbreaking voice, the cold night wind was not at all bothering her, the cold could not beat the cold of Kiara's heart at this time, Kiara said, expecting love from people who never intend to love us is foolishness, but Kiara has to, however, leave us unable. His love for the man seemed to prevent him from charging the word talak.

"I love you, Mas Abie. Can you hear it, it doesn't matter if you still can't retaliate, at least don't hurt me by showing that you still can't forget your first wife and now you want someone else to take her place."