The Heaven That Is In Missing Kan
toying marriage
a few days later,
inayah and Jarwo's wedding was held,
by using a white kebaya wrapped in a clean white hijab, Inayah also walked gracefully, with the santriwati beside her simultaneously.
"we're starting, his Kabul hijab show"
the marriage went well, too,
after finishing, Jarwo also brought Inayah to his palace, and,
such a luxurious house like a palace,
Inayah who just arrived at this house was also stunned because of the beauty and splendor of the house.
"let's go in.." said Jarwo while holding his wife's hand.
they also went straight to the bridal room, decorated with flowers in every corner, adding to the impression of her romance, and,
Jarwo also turned to his wardrobe, he brought a clothes, transparent white and thrust into the hands of Inayah.
"this....!
change your clothes..."
"mas, this suit...!" said Inayah, while stretching out the clothes, he,
transparent white sexy lingerie shirt.
"yeah, you're wearing those clothes now..."
"but, isn't there another dress...?" ask Inayah softly.
"just wear it, don't ask too many questions...
you will be naked in front of me..."
"astaghfirullah..."
"don't be a saint, I'm your husband...
do you remember...?"
"yes, mas,
sorry, Inayah..."
"wear..."
Inayah also wears sexy lingerie clothes, which shows her curves, her body,
with long hair beautifully arranged adds a special sexiness effect to Inayah.
"you're so beautiful, it's not wrong that I chose you as my wife,
in all my women, you're the only one I've ever had so much trouble with"
"what do you mean Jarwo...?
did Jarwo already have another woman...?"
"yes, I already have another woman...
even you are my fourth wife..."
"astaghfirullah, why did Jarwo lie to me,
why did Jarwo lie to Abi,
why did Jarwo lie, marriage...
what mas Jarwo know, marriage is not for playfulness, marriage is forever for the end of life."
"i'm not playing with marriage,
but I played with my wives, and,
they're my game,"
"astaghfirullah..."
"does...
don't be a saint, remember this isn't a boarding house, for you to lecture...
"i don't want to go, I want to go home to Abi..."
"do not argue, here serve me." said Jarwo while pulling Inayah's hand to get closer.
with a swift Jarwo also tore Inayah's mini clothes,
He could only cry and cry,
for Jarwo's treatment of his, his,
a long night ensued between Inayah and Jarwo.
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"o Allah, protect my daughter from the wrongdoers,
and give me his prayers, O Allah.
amiin.." prayer Ustad muslim.
"There are two keys to success in studying, the first is to love your teacher...
the second one loves both your parents..."
"and the kids for tomorrow's assignment,
the book of p.28
about demanding knowledge.
from no. 1-30 yah...?"
"okay ustad...."
"assalamualaikum....?" said Ustad Muslim who just entered the class teaching Ustad Robi.
"walaikumsalam warahmatullahi...
what's up...?"
"Robbies,...
I want to talk to you..."
"iya ustad, come on." said Ustad Robi as he walked along with Ustad Muslim.
"Robi, how old are you now...?"
"me,..!
25 years old..."
"Daddy is only 18...
huffff I'm sorry Abi son..."
"what is Ustad, is Inayah no problem...?"
"no, no problem whatsoever...
Robi, you already know Inayah from childhood, do you not have the slightest feeling for Inayah...?"
"do you mean...?"
"i mean, I mean,
why do you not intend to question Inayah as your wife..."
"Dad is married..."
"yes, I miss this...
I miss Living with Inayah in this boarding school..."
"The father will not go anywhere, he will still be in this city...
ustad, if the question Ustad asked about confronting Inayah,
maybe Inayah and I haven't been fooled yet..."
"astaghfirullah, forgive the servant of Allah..."
