That's so dirty of me

That's why I'm Part 21 End

That's why I'm Part 21 End

He gallantly and confidently looked into the sharp eyes of the middle-aged man in front of him. Despite aging and being eaten by age, the sharpness of the middle-aged man's eyes did not decrease at all, precisely according to the young man who was now dealing with him, he said, this middle-aged man had sharper eyes than 10 years ago.

"Alif," The middle-aged man held onto Alif's shoulder with the stern and untouchable look of a Father.

"From today the responsibility to take care of my daughter will pass to you and therefore as a Father who will be left by my only daughter, please take good care of her. Don't let him get hurt or you hurt him because the one who's gonna feel the most pain is me, the father who raised him." When saying this both of the middle-aged man's eyes looked soaked that it made his sharp gaze dim.

The only daughter today will officially belong to someone else and as Father, he certainly felt a sense of unwillingness to release his daughter into the arms of others even though that person was the son he had already raised with his own two hands.

"Abi, rest assured that the one most precious person in my life is Fira. I would never let him get hurt let alone the one who hurt him was me because just like Abi, the one who would feel the most hurt was me." He loves Fira and this feeling may have been there since childhood even though he was not aware of it at the time.

The feeling of love that he felt could probably be said to be a possessive feeling because Alif was well aware that he could not be far from Fira, he said, he also could not see Fira too close to other men even though it was just a casual talk. He doesn't like all that and sometimes thinks of locking Fira up just for himself. Just the two of them, somewhere only the two of them knew.

Despite his dislike, Alif held him back because he realized Fira had loved ones around him. Therefore, as long as not with other men Alif gives Fira space to always connect with the people around her.

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My hands felt so cold even though I had squeezed them hard several times to get some warmth. It will always end up in vain because it still feels very cold.

The beautiful hena painting is engraved sweetly on both my hands. The usually unattractive fingers have now suddenly metamorphosed into a beauty that spoils the eye, I as the owner of these fingers also can not turn my face away from this beautiful carving. Hem, it's so beautiful and the people around me admit the same thing. They said the color was very good and it looked harmonious with my fair skin.

That guy is so good at picking colors, has he ever seen my skin color? Or this is just the guess because usually any woman's skin will be like this.

It's beautiful, but I don't like it.

The shadow of what happened tonight continues to haunt me. I wanted to escape somewhere to hide but I was afraid that everyone would yell angrily at me for being careless. I was also afraid that if Mas Alif hated me, running away from the marriage he made was the scariest thing.

Speaking of Mas Alif, has he come? If so, why didn't he come to see me here?

Is it because he is busy with his wedding too?

But Umi never said anything about Mas Alif's marriage. If Mas Alif has not prepared for marriage then where has he been all this time?

Why don't you come looking for me?

"I'm thirsty." I feel tired.

"Shut up here, I'll get you some water." Dira got up from his seat, patted me on the shoulder slowly he then left me alone here. Hem, this is my room that has been beautifully decorated with various kinds of fresh bridal flowers are also very fragrant.

Umi said, these flowers last night were brought by my future husband. My husband told Umi that I really liked these flowers so he intervened himself to look for them and decompose them into various flakes of petals also spoiling the eyes.

Grabbing it a handful, I then raised my hand to inhale it to my satisfaction. In my mind I wonder why this guy seems to know about what I like?

Has he been watching me all this time?

But who?

Ah, I'll never know before I can see it in person. But I don't want to see it, I can't give it a feeling of falsehood. So, should I run?

My eyes fell on the window of my beautifully decorated room. For a moment, when I saw this I forgot my purpose for staring at the window. They are too beautiful to ignore!

But no, I will not be deceived because if I keep quiet like this I will not only destroy the feelings of others but myself as well. I want to go-

"Run from here, rest assured you will regret it for the rest of your life." Dira's voice surprised me.

Regretting it for a lifetime, right, if Mas Alif knew I was running then the one who would be the most angry would be him. Mas Alif probably doesn't want to see me in the future anymore and I think the most painful thing is to lose him.

"I don't want to run, really." Refuse me as I sit back where I was.

Glancing at him, "I'm just tired of sitting here alone and want to see the scenery that's outside to take the burnout away." Wanted to convince him more. He should have understood enough, not what I felt and no longer feel suspicious?

"That's funny, the only bride I saw who was bored with her own bridal room was just you. Usually the bride will be very nervous in this room, they do not want to move or do anything that can damage the beauty." Dira seems to be mocking me.

Dira, maybe it applies to those who love each other. Or maybe it applies to everyone who hasn't felt love, but I've. I love other men and having to marry a man I don't know, it hurts of course.

So I know, maybe you don't understand how I feel.

"Where are the others?" I asked to switch the conversation, I did not want to be alone with Dira because she was too observant with my current situation.

"They'll be here soon." Dira answered while giving me a glass of water.

"Outside is very crowded, the people of the cottage are very happy with your wedding. They say it's a moment that can't be forgotten." The story after sitting comfortably beside me.

I smiled faintly, nodding my head in agreement with her words. I am not very famous here, but as the daughter of the owner of the boarding school of course my wedding is a moment that cannot be forgotten.

Cclack

The door to my room suddenly opened, revealing the silly face of Fia who had already appeared beautiful with her game that had been modified with some kebaya cloth. It looks so pretty.

"Fira, Mas Alif downstairs is very handsome! He looks nervous when dealing with Mr. Kyai-"

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Zahra coldly hit her head, she was seen saying something to Fia through her sharp eyes. Could it be a threat?

But why did Zahra have to threaten Fia-ah, lest the mouth of Fia's bucket spread my secret to Zahra. Unmistakably, Fia must have shared my secret with Zahra because she had been very fond of Zahra all this time.

I was a bit upset but Fia said there was Mas Alif downstairs?

That means Mas Alif came to my wedding, but why didn't he come to see me?

Why did he just keep silent downstairs, did he not miss me after 2 more weeks of not meeting! Yesterday when Lebaran did not come looking for me, why did Mas Alif never see me?

"Why didn't Mas Alif come to see me?" I just feel sad.

Suddenly, everyone around me became silent. They looked at me with a look that was hard for me to understand and made me wonder what was with those huts all along?

Why do they always throw me with this look?

They should have just said what was on their minds instead of throwing me that strange look!

"He's coming soon, so you don't have to worry." Zahra comforted me with her sweet smile that looked very sincere. This, I'm a little unfamiliar with Zahra's gentle demeanor like this.

"Sit down, your show's about to start." Say it again while pressing my shoulders lightly to sit back to my place.

I sat down obediently, squeezing my hands feeling the worry that suddenly surged in my chest. So nervous, I could feel my legs shaking faintly showing how panicked I was right now.

"Where Umi-"

Cclack

"Eye!" Call me in a panic when I see Umi come into my room.

Umi smiled gently at me, closed the door of the room she then walked up to me with a gesture so that I could not stand up. Sit down and he will come to me.

Obey, I sit waiting for him.

"Beauty soon, baby, so you need to be calmer." He said after kissing both of my cheeks. He then sat himself beside me with both hands still gently grasping my right hand. Sneaking her with a light gesture Umi probably meant to calm my nervous feelings.

Hem, this is so weird. I didn't feel nervous but why did I suddenly become so nervous? I was even more confused by the sound of my heart beating clearly in both ears. It makes me a bit scared if Zahra and Umi hear it because right now they are both very close to me.

Feeling the quiet atmosphere, suddenly a soft but faint sound that I could hear from outside. If you notice from the beautiful square, maybe the person is reading the Qur'an, the holy verses of Allah are very beautiful.

His voice was so soft, for a moment I thought that the person who was reading this Qur'an was Mas Alif. I say this because his voice is exactly the same as Mas Alif, so melodious and shahdu.

The voice seemed to attract me to follow him away, giving a feeling that something sweet wanted to be addressed to me. I admit that hearing this voice made my heart thump as it slumped, neither of my hands could escape its influence. Because this voice of my nervousness only increased and suddenly there was a strange feeling of haru enveloping my heart. It felt like I was very nervous as well as timid, and there was a strong feeling of longing to be released immediately. This is.this is because of this soft sound. A voice that is no stranger to me.

I'm not a naive person who can't differentiate between longing feelings and false feelings for my consolation because it's so obvious that even I'm pretty sure that this is Mas Alif's voice.

Mas Alif was talking about me the best love letter in the world, a sweet word that the Creator wrote for all His devoted servants.

However, if that is true Mas Alif then what does my future husband do below? Shouldn't the one reading this Qur'an be my future husband?

But why was this task given to Mas Alif? Huh, don't tell me if my future husband can't read the Qur'an!

After a long time of listening to the beautiful sound that echoed in my room, the uncomfortable feeling that I had felt tonight was finally swept away with this yearning groove. Doused my heart with a sweep that was very soothing so that the heavy atmosphere that I had felt finally became lighter and more comfortable.

Ah, nevermind!

Because it is impossible to run away from all this then just surrender. Let time give me the answer to whether this heart can turn away or not. I just need to step back and follow the path.

Long listen to the sound of the conditioning of the heart, I can finally listen if the owner of this voice or maybe I say Mas Alif ended his prayer reading. Then the mood went back to quiet.

Not only in my room but outside I couldn't hear anything.

"It's time." Whisper Umi while tightening her hand grip on my right hand. This might be a form of Umi's consolation so that I can be calmer in this tense atmosphere.

"I'm afraid of Umi." In these tense moments I finally complained about my deepest feelings to Umi.

Umi looked at me with a very gentle look while reassuring me, "Son, my son, rest assured your husband is the best man we've ever seen in this world so you shouldn't be afraid to live with him." He spoke with his eyes that were beginning to glaze over.

Maybe since then Umi just pretended to be strong in front of me because in fact, at this time the warm flow of tears had flowed gently over her face. Umi looks so fragile at the moment and I'm sorry to have complained about my feelings if I knew Umi would cry.

"I don't doubt it so don't cry Umi." My words dodged frantically, I did not want to doubt my parents' second choice even though I did not like it. It's okay to spend the rest of my life with people I don't love as long as Umi doesn't cry.

As long as Umi feels happy and satisfied

"AH!"

I was stunned and subconsciously I clasped the hands of Umi and Zahra who were flanking me. My nervousness was at its peak so I forgot how to smile.

"Son, let's stand up." Umi and Zahra helped me stand up while Dira and Fia tidied up my wedding dress that had tangled up because I was sitting down. The two of them also playfully grabbed a handful of flowers to sprinkle on the doorstep to welcome the candidate-ah, now he has become my husband.

"Don't show such facial expressions, aren't you afraid that your husband will misinterpret them?" Said Fia jokingly while giving me a playful look.

O Allah, allow me one day to reciprocate this attitude. On her wedding day, I want to do the same thing she did to me!

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It felt as if my body had become stiff after hearing the knock of my destiny. Behind the door of my room was a man who had officially become my husband. The feeling of tension also palpitating was the most fulfilling thing right now. Whether it was a feeling of reluctance or helplessness everything was instantly erased when I was trapped inside this position. Huh noah, I already hold my destiny line so I only need to live everything with sincerity.

Because the line that God gave me was a very fateful destiny

Cclack

"Assalamualaikum, wife?" His greetings again gave a surprise that I had imagined every time before going to bed.

Mas Alif's?

My husband turned out to be Mas Alif, the man who had been shadowing my sleepless nights. I had no appetite and my weight dropped when I thought about it. So..so this is the reason it disappeared from me all along? Is it because my husband is himself?

I never thought Mas Alif would be my husband. But aren't the siblings kits?

"Look, what you've been feeling all this time is not a disease but a fitrah." Whisper Dira was calm behind me, sounding to enjoy the shock I felt.

This isn't a disease?

So, the two of us have no blood relation and all this time Mas Alif also had a taste for me?

"Fira," Umi called me.

"Y-yeah, Umi?" I answered with great difficulty because right now my body seems out of my control. I had trouble controlling it as usual.

"Greet your husband, welcome his arrival." Say it with a warm smile. He grabbed my shoulder and gently pushed me in front of Mas Alif who still had not entered my room, our room.

Pushed directly in front of Mas Alif, I silently noticed the expressions of everyone who looked excited. Judging from their expressions I could conclude that all this time they knew about Mas Alif who was going to be my husband. Well, everyone knows whereas I don't know anything like a fool getting lost somewhere.

Thinking about it makes me angry!

"Fira, assa"

Upset with my stupidity all this time then I immediately said Mas Alif. I hugged her firmly while satisfying myself kissing the fragrance of Mas Alif that I had long missed. Hugging her as tightly as possible, I wanted her to know that I had missed her so much. I want him to know that his passing has left me very tormented and I want Mas Alif to know that without him I would be very helpless.

"Fira, I miss you so much." Mas Alif's whisper is so soft in my ears. He probably guessed how I felt right now when I saw him because I missed him a lot too.

"Don't say Fira will never meet Mas Alif !" If he repeats it, I will be very angry with him. I don't want to see his face if he ever leaves me again without saying anything!

"It will never happen again because parting with you was the thing that tormented me the most."

"Ehem..there's still another show after this." The sound of temptation from the people around us suddenly made me and Mas Alif instantly realize if we had not finished the series today.

Being ashamed of all of them, I could only hide my face by bowing my head after releasing Mas Alif's embrace. Then, Mas Alif's hand reached out to my left hand that had been decorated with beautiful hena. Considering this was purchased directly in the city of Mecca, I remember when Mas Alif completed his studies he had time to Mecca to make a pilgrimage to the house of the Prophet and Allah SWT. Then after that he did not immediately return to the cottage because he applied for an internship to become a religious teacher at my place and Fia school while in the city first.

So, this reason. I honestly never thought if all this was what Mas Alif had prepared for me. Buying me with a beautiful color, could Mas Alif have liked me since then?

"Just like I thought, the color is so pretty when it's painted on your hand." He whispered while putting a beautiful ring on my ring finger.

Grabbing the same ring but with a more simple engraving, slowly my trembling hand began to slip the ring onto Mas Alif's ring finger. It feels so thrilling!

"Thank you Alif, Fira really likes the color." I whispered without seeing his face. Ah, I can't imagine how Mas Alif's expression is right now.

From the beginning I was already interested in this hena but when I knew it from other men my heart was so reluctant to use it. But when I knew this from Mas Alif, I suddenly regretted how stupid I had been. I should have been careful to keep the color beautiful and clear in my hands!

After finishing our wedding ring exchange, I then lovingly kissed Mas Alif's right hand which strangely felt warm and pleasant to hold. This is different from my two hands that are currently frozen like ice cubes!

"My wife, let's open a new leaf together in the world" Grabbing my head, for a moment I can feel a warm sweep over my forehead. A warm feeling that I have long missed, Hem..since when did it taste so different?

"And in the afterlife." Whispered next. Hearing her say these beautiful words made my heart suddenly become very comfortable. Then, the warm liquid I knew as my tears flowed profusely down my cheeks. This time I was not upset and did not remove it because what I feel now is a happy feeling not a stifling pain feeling.

It's so wonderful to hear these sweet words, I like them so much.

"Hem, together until his jannah." Said I undertakes. We will not only be a couple in this world but we will also be a true couple until we get back to where we belong. In Jannah of God, we will always be with the same bond with our generations born and raised. Hem, this bond will not be broken even if we are in the afterlife.

"Cie who is halal, his sleep now is not alone anymore nih~"

"Brains of hearts bulk nih~"

"Sister's same taste defied all nih~"

And many more words of ridicule that we both got from them. The nervous feeling of feeling this sacred moment slowly dimmed was replaced with the joy of everyone seeing us united. It was no exception for my Umi and Abi.

They both looked at me with a smile that touched my heart. It was as if they were relieved to leave me with Mas Alif, the man who was raised directly by Abi himself. Of course it was because they clearly understood my flaws and the only person who recognized me the most besides them was Mas Alif. So, marrying me to Mas Alif was the reverse decision for them.

Hem, I also feel this is a very good decision.

Everyone was happy and smiling on our wedding day but I was a little uncomfortable when I found out that Miss Annisa and Aisha did not come on my wedding day. I heard from Dira that Miss Annisa is coming home to town while Aisha decides to look for a job in another city.

To be honest I know, well, maybe they were disappointed to see Mas Alif marry me and I know how painful that feeling of disappointment is. But how else would the person Mas Alif wanted to marry me so they couldn't force their feelings on Mas Alif.

I am not comfortable with both of them but I am sure that gradually they will both accept it and want to see me again. Hem I'm sure because they are kind and gentle people.

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Now the two of them were already inside their bridal room. After completing all sorts of wedding events, they were finally able to rest in the room. Tired and tired, they admitted, but it was not at all a complaint. They are happy despite being tired and they are happy even though they are tired, anyone will know that today they both enjoyed it very much. There is no word of being bored and saturated with a rather troublesome event because deep down they admit that this is the moment they have been waiting for the most. Being able to get along with our loved ones is what everyone dreams of the most.

Not infrequently people will sit in this sacred place with people they do not love. Hem, it would probably be pretty sad for those who crave their love.

But luckily, Fira and Alif are united by the Creator. They are given the opportunity to bond and bond with each other in this temporary world. Of course Fira and Alif would not let it last only a while because they were already determined to bring this bond all the way to His jannah.

"Mas, why do we live here?" Ask Fira after finishing their Sunnah prayer. Looking around, Fira was indeed fascinated by this beautifully decorated room but she was a bit confused as to why Alif had brought her here instead of staying at Umi and Abi's house. Though Fira's room has been decorated so beautifully by many people so leaving it empty is a bit uncomfortable because Fira is embarrassed if those people know she and Alif do not live in a room that already they're hard-earned to make.

Grabbing his wife's hand, Alif is very fond of when he can touch Fira's hand. Especially now that they are halal and Alif is free to do anything to Fira making Alif can not stop smiling.

"Because this is the house that Papa left for me and Razi. Fira, from tonight on we'll be living together here so I hope you don't mind." Alif answered as gently as possible to his wife. He did not want to make his wife offended or uncomfortable because Alif did not want to hurt the most precious thing in his life.

There was something that caught Fira's attention when she heard her husband's reply, "Papa? What is Mas Alif's relationship with Mas Razi?" Confused ask.

Peeping the back of his wife's hand, Alif secretly enjoyed the faint fragrance of roses that smelled from the skin of Fira's hand.

"We're not brothers is the key I can have you. Passing through the instructions of the Istikharah prayer I finally knew that we had no blood relation. Then, one by one the hidden secrets God showed me until I finally found out if Razi and I were siblings." Noticing his wife's reddened face, Alif could not deny if tonight somehow he felt if Fira looked very beautiful.

No, she was always pretty, but tonight was a little different. His eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, and his ripe red lips couldn't help but make Alif's heart flutter. All that-ah, more precisely Fira has finally been halal for him. Fira now officially belongs to Alif completely!

Noticed this seintens by her husband makes Fira misbehave, both of her cheeks also feel hotter and thrilling. He was so not strong to be stared at like this by Alif!

"Then?" Fira asked nervously stared at like this by Alif.

Without distracting him from the beautiful face of Fira, Alif even more interested in seeing his wife's two cheeks that increasingly look red.

"We were siblings but were born to different mothers because Papa had two wives. Papa's first wife was Razi's mother and Papa's second wife was my mother. They live in harmony without any serious conflict up to Vira, what if we postpone this talk because-" Alif excitedly carried his wife's light body onto the bed that was already filled with tempting red roses.

"We have a very urgent matter to settle." He continued after laying Fira who looked very shocked on the bed.

Laying down Fira who looked surprised, Alif then carefully assessed the expression of his wife who looked untrue. Could it be that Fira was still unfamiliar with this kind of intimate treatment?

Nervous of Fira's response, Alif's right hand then moved to touch Fira's soft cheeks that had been flushed. Dealing with it affectionately their two eyes are connected as if trying to guess each other's thoughts.

"Are you afraid of this kind of intimate attention?" Ask Alif to worry. Because they are used to being attached to the relationship of brothers, Alif is afraid that Fira still has not accepted him to be a husband in full considering their bond for several years.

"...i'm not afraid." Fira replied sounding timid.

"I'm just surprised to see how close we are now." Fira continued to admit.

So close that it was hard to believe it, that was how Fira felt right now.

Relieved at Fira's reply, a gentle, affectionate smile then fell on Alif's handsome face. Making Fira who was staring at him became more fascinated and resigned to be mastered this dominant by Alif.

"Honey, from tonight you have to get used to it because we will very often make much closer contact than this. More time spent with me, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable." Alif said so softly. His right hand that had stroked Fira's cheek now turned to stroke Fira's red lips with an enchanted look. Gently stroking Alif slowly lowered his head wanting to feel how sweet the red lips were. A temptation that had plagued his mind several times.

Smacking it gently, Alif then kept his distance from Fira's red lips a few centimeters while whispering thrilling words.

"It feels so sweet." Said Alif surprised who was immediately addicted to wanting to touch again.

Wanting more, Alif once again kissed Fira's lips. Once it was not enough, he repeated it again until finally a very vulgar thought appeared in his head.

"Now I'm going to taste it, are you disgusted that I'm doing that?" Alif just wanted to anticipate if Fira didn't like to do that deep touch because it's so intimate.

Nervous also happy, both hands Fira who has now grabbed Alif's neck secretly crept Alif's wet hair to show that he did not mind or feel disgusted.

"I'd be happy if it was Mas Alif." Whisper in a shrinking voice.

Somewhat surprised by his wife's sweet shyness, Alif momentarily could not turn away from Fira's seductive red face.

"Then we'll be careful because this is our first experience." Alif said dearly after waking up from his shock.

Getting a shy nod of his wife, Alif then lowered his head while watching Fira's wet eyes, her flushed cheeks giving a very intimate impression to Alif personally.

Precious, he would never allow any man to see the sensitive side of Fira in this world. Only he is and always will be the only one who has the right to see all that. Looking at his wife's beautiful side.

Pleased by Fira's reaction, Alif then brought his eyes to look at the red lips that he had repeatedly kissed earlier. Humbling his head he began to kiss Fira's red lips in a loving gesture, then became soft because the red lips he slowly ate. Putting that chewy thing together in the mouth, they did not feel any disgust at all while doing so. Even though this was the first time they did it and it was a bit of a difficulty, it could not make them to give up. In fact, they both felt that this was not enough and needed even deeper contact until finally the sound of panic knocking made them both choke.

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"I'm sorry I interrupted your time but I really can't do anything to see Zahra who keeps throwing up in the bathroom." Shouting Razi frantically made Fira and Alif stare blankly at each other's faces.

Alif's in love, "....."

Fira's in love, "....."

EXPIRE

Authorship

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, make the reader sorry if I up this has because honestly I have a bit of trouble this writing time. The author also apologizes for having vulgar parts although not too sure this is true or not, I also can not matainin if it will be censored what is not the same NovelToon.

And well, the novel I was finally able to finish after so many obstacles to writing it. So, make the reader see you in another novel. I hope you enjoy what I write despite my weaknesses and shortcomings.

Thank you for your time during this time and see you 😘

Author

Lilii H.