The Blood Of God's

WE ARE UNITY #21

"Assynoltom... Pa... Ma.." say hello to that jilbaber.

"Hey, neeek... Bapu.." greet his daughter.

"Dear of it! Aya!" parman and Jusriya together.

the jilbaber was indeed Aisyah and Aya Sofia. The boy himself wore a fashionable Muslim dress whose vest was embroidered with the kamon emblem of the Mochizuki family. The clothes were specially presented by Haidar to him.

the two stepped up and sat down beside Inayah. Parman and Jusriya still did not lose their shock.the two widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

"Sir.." said Inayah, "His mouth may be clenched, and the flies will come in and lay their eggs in your throat."

immediately Parman and Jusriya closed their mouths. Aisyah smiled. "What's it like to be bullied by a cop, Pa? Ma?"

"So that was you?!" exclaim Parman.

"Your path!" jusriya Sahut.

Inayah mendehem loudly make Parman and Jusriya immediately silent.the two are indeed not struggling in front of this woman who is full of authority.

He looked at the two old men. "Aisyah has been married by my son.we invite you just to tell and watch the procession of their wedding reception title" said the woman.

Parman and Jusriya bowed obediently. Inayah continued. "It's quite a mistake that you guys made against your own daughter.I can actually say that..."

inayah's words just made Parman pale. Jusriya interrupted immediately. "Mom..we..."

Inayah pointed her index finger telling Jusriya to be silent.The woman was no longer able to continue the words. Inayah took a deep breath and connected again. "Because I respect my son-in-law.I assume that it is just the carelessness of the parents who are in debt.but that does not mean I forgive you, I'm not afraid to throw you in jail forever!"

Parman and Jusriya obediently bowed. Inayah looked at Aisyah. "They won't stay here. I don't want your peace to be disturbed.Your parents will book a hotel room.they will stay there for the reception."

"I'm up to Mama" replied Aisyah.

Inayah nodded then looked at Parman and Jusriya. "Please, I have prepared a hotel for you" replied Inayah as she got up and stepped away from the room.it was used by Parman to approach her daughter.

"Your parents are so sadistic." muttered Parman.

"Yes." replied Ayesha, "If in front of a person she doesn't like, but Papa's proof is that he's gentle with me, it means he likes me."

"Aisha... Papa.." said Parman.

"It's Pa... Our debt is done with my divorce from Joni. They will not touch me again if they do not want to deal with my in-laws." said Aisyah.

Parman was silent when Aisyah told Aya Sofia to return to her room.The child was agilely running away from the room.After the death of her daughter, Aisyah looked again at her parents.

"I hope Papa and Mama can bring themselves here.don't do anything that could ruin my happy day.I want to live a quiet life Ma, Pa. it is enough I suffer because of your carelessness who want to live like a cool person in Tolinggula." said Aisyah.

Parman just looked at his wife. Jusriya sighed. "We do it also for you so that you do not demean the villagers.You know, we are just a family of laborers who manage the rice fields and fields of people, not the owners of rice fields or plantations.if not to work hard, we know, certainly didn't get to eat."

"But it's more honorable than a lot of debt for Mama's prestige" said Aisyah.

the sound of Deheman made Parman and Jusriya hurriedly get up and step out of the room because Inayah had stood at the door.

both were escorted to the hotel by Inayah who was escorted by Salman.there, both were given VIP facilities, so they were really well served.

while Aisyah who was just about to clear the table, paused for a moment with the door that opened. Haidar appeared carrying his office bag, wearing clothes with a suit that had opened.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Haidar.

"Wa alaikum salam." replied Aisyah.

Haidar stepped towards the room followed by Aisyah. After inside the room, Aisyah took out all her husband's clothes and replaced them with casual clothes.

"Mama has arrived?" ask Haidar.

"It's even home" replied Aisha. "You're late to see him."

"I'm sorry, the office job was a bit much earlier." said Haidar. "Have your parents arrived?"

"Then they brought Mama to the hotel" replied Aisyah.

Haidar nodded slowly, then sat on the side of the bed. "Before night is our wedding reception, I hope they can accompany you."

"They will be with me. You don't have to worry." replied Aisyah again.

Haidar told him to sit on his lap.the jilbabber followed him. Haidar hugged his wife. "Where are you going on your honeymoon?"

Aisyah laughing. "People as old as me?" he slowly pointed to himself. Haidar.

"Why do you call yourself old? your age is not as old as I am. I am two years older than you." said Haidar.

"But my fork burrow has given birth.that means I am old." replied Aisyah slowly and then smiled. Haidar.

"Is that so?" said Haidar. "So you don't mind if I call you old grandma?"

"That means you can call old man too!" aisha replied back with a smile.

"Lots of bacots!" haidar exclaimed back closer to his face and explored Aisyah's lips with hers. Aisyah wrapped her two legs around her husband's neck while Haidar's other hand held her waist and the other groaned two round hills belonging to his wife who was still wrapped in clothes.

in the middle of*******, Aisyah only answers. "Mmmhhhfff. I. just want to. honeymoon.... to your heart."

Haidar. "If it's been a lot of times."

and the two without hesitation made love when their lust peaked. Aisyah just stayed to lift the bottom of the cloth canal, open her legs while Haidar only stayed to pull her pants and there was a union of reproductive devices that afternoon.

...*******...

Marissa began to get used to the palace style life although she felt uncomfortable several times.often she discussed some things to Haanish.The man just smiled in response to the chattering of his wife cherry.

Mrs Hasegawa, it's her call now following the call of Haanish called Mr. Hasegawa. This name call is what she felt a bit awkward. The 19-year-old wife was like feeling confined to that tradition.

"You should be grateful to marry me at this young age" Haanish told Marissa in her room. "In Sengoku, the marriage of a samurai, let alone one who is an aristocrat like me, will undergo marriage at the age of 11 years."

"Ih, not cool." said Marissa. " How does it feel?"

"Ooo... So you want to remarry an 11-year-old woman?" marissa Fishing.

"Just son, where do I want to be?" sangkal Haanish's.

"Who knows." - timpal Marissa.

"I'm better off with you." Haanish said with a smile.

"Why am I the same? you should be the same as me." said Marissa. "We are husband and wife... or do you want a plan to take a second wife?"

"No ah." replied Haanish.

"Lho's? can't you?" marissa said she then drove the twenty-fourth verse. "Then marry the (other) women you like, two, three, or four..."

Haanish immediately interjected, "Then if you fear that you cannot be fair, then (marry) only one or the slaves you have." he continued. "That's the verse, right?"

Marissa nodded. Haanish smile. "Do you think I'll be fair?" haanish Fishing.

Marissa fell silent. Haanish chuckles. "You knew? the concept of justice becomes a benchmark someone can do polygamy.including there justice divides his inner deposit.and I'm sure one hundred percent. a man may marry any woman he likes, but a woman will definitely claim the man he marries...and no other woman should be in the man's heart.Is it right not?" angled.

Marissa went back into silence unconsciously toying with the tip of her yukata arm. Haanish could already guess the thought in his wife's mind.

"But Prophet Muhammad Shalallahu Alaihi Wa Salam did practice polygamy." Marissa fishing rod.

"After Siti Khadijah passed away, take it" Haanish said. "After Siti Khadijah died, she did the practice eight years later, only to raise the status of widows whose husbands died as martyrs. only one woman who married him with the element of love, after Siti Khadijah, namely Siti Aisyah radiallahu anha." haanish denied.

Marissa was silent. Haanish smiled again. "I'm not like them, nor am I like the late Papa who had three wives.no, I don't!" haanish toilet. "I'm just gonna marry, fuck, impregnate one girl... And that's you, Marissa Williams. okay?!"

"Aaaaa.. You make me more baper." said Marissa spoiled. "Hug dong!" her door.

"No ah. You're the one who hugged me." Haanish said directly lying down.

Marissa immediately attached her body to her husband's body, both of them hugged. Haanish stroked Marissa's unraveling hair. Haanish brought his wife's head closer.

"Ah, Marissa. if I had chosen. I would be the least happy to live here." murmured Haanish. "I dare to endure, just because of you."

Marissa raised her face looking at Haanish. "Why is that?"

"Because of this work, for me it is very hard." replied Haanish. "I'm the holder of state secrets. little is leaked then surely they will sue me the suspect.not anyone."

"Didn't you enjoy your role as head of the family and head of the clan?" hatch Marissa.

"Pseudo-pleasure, but all I do. I endure. because there you are by my side." said Haanish. "Only you can make me smile after a great deal of fatigue with this and that work."

"Do you want to retire?" marissa Fishing. "Whatever you decide, I support you."

"It's not that easy to relinquish the post, Grandpa Ryoma will kill me" Haanish said.

"You're his grandson, he won't kill you unless he wants to destroy his own family" Marissa said. "Listen to me. This is if you listen to me. If not really, it's okay. I'm not forcing."

"What's that?" ask Haanish.

"Meet Grandpa Ryoma. Tell him, you are about to relinquish the post of head of the family and head of the clan, handing it back to Grandpa Ryoma." Marissa proposed.

"Continue?" haanish Fishing.

"Yes, we go back to Indonesia." continued Marissa.

"Based on my wife..a beautiful and innocent." said Haanish pinching Marissa's nose. "You don't know how the political currents flow.one of the few you swim or are not good at wading through the currents.You can drown and die in vain." said Haanish. "Try to reflect back on the cases of political killings that have occurred in Indonesia... are the fighters of Human Rights still alive today? none of their graves have ever been found.they were completely obliterated by the ruler in the history sheet of human life... that's why if we can't get through the flow of a politics that stretches in front of us." Haanish said, stroking his wife's long hair. "Don't think the silent river is not crocodile.do not think the water that ripples the sign is not deep. precisely the current is more swift and can wash people away."

"Uhmmm...it's hard too.." Marissa murmured.

"I'm not dizzy even though the affairs of the country are dizzying me. which is important.

"Gombaaallll.." said Marissa.

"No. really." said Haanish.

"the evidence?" marissa Fishing.

"This evidence." said Haanish immediately kissed Marissa's lips and continued by opening his wife's yukata. Haanish reluctantly dabbed her and Marissa no longer hesitated to hug her husband.

and the two got hotter putting the two bodies together in a rhythm with a hip-shattering beat****** and a sigh until finally at the battle that happened twice, both release their ancient desires in mutual culmination that reliably extends to the bone of the marrow.

...*******...

the two old men looked at each other so wonder.then they both looked at Djalenga who also could only show off his awkward snort because it had been cornered by six eye bumps that also glared at him.

Mahreen. "Are you quiet?" reproofing.

Djalenga awkwardly introduced Mahreen to his parents.

"Inaq, amak, introduce this new friend of Tiang, Tie has that name, Mahreen Nurmagonegov.." said Djalenga masoh still showing off his grin.

Mahreen bowed respectfully as Djalenga mentioned his name before the two parobaya men. Djalengan then welcomed.

"This tie is a research volunteer from Gorontalo. survey agency envoy.." said Djalenga mention the name of the survey institution, "So they will make observations and records during these three months in the village of Sade."

the parobaya man nodded later, the parobaya man reached out. "I'm Samirep Abdullah. the father of Lalu Djalenga." said the man then pointed to the woman by his side. "And this is Maryati, her mother."

Mahreen smiled shaking the old man's hand. "I am Mahreen Nurmagonegov from Dagestan, Russia. I am a student of a student exchange program who volunteers to survey the institution.." the girl mentioned the name of the institution. "I'm sorry if my existence might bother you all."

"Not bothering at all, son." replied Samirep. "We Sade villagers always accept you with open arms."

"How can you get acquainted with my son, son?" ask Mariyati.

Mahreen stared for a moment at Djalenga, after which he looked at Samirep and Maryati. "Your son who approached me. he introduced himself to me the first time, and I was willing to be his friend.so I came here to introduce myself so that you both do not suspect him, he said, thought he was doing another girl-fucking-girl guy."

Samirep smiles. "Djalenga didn't carelessly do that. he knew himself." said the old man with a faint smile. Dancing can only be done if the man and the woman already like each other. without any sense it is forbidden to dance!" []