The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapter 92. So it's all mine

This chapter is for specifically for married yes 🙏

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Amayra looked at her husband with that innocent face, she did not understand what Satria was asking of her. He asked, "What can you do, brother?"

"Asking for my rights as your husband" Satria replied as she stroked the wife's face full of tenderness.

"What's the big brother?" ask him again confused.

"Hem, let's talk to you, it has to be clear.." Satria singled out a ignorant smile on her lips, her hand took the pretty hand of Amayra. He put Amayra's fingers in and bit her with anxiety.

"Oh. sister, why was my finger bitten?" amayra asked confusedly.

Amayra's plain face, always makes Satria tempted at all times. It was just that Satria was always trying to hold back that desire in her heart. Could it be time for the fortress between them to be torn down? Yes, Satria's current behavior is a code, a gesture, that she wants to have the full wife. To uphold his rights, to give an inner living to the wife whom he has not fulfilled since the first time they were married, until now.

"Sister.auw. tickled sister," Amayra pounded her teeth, as Satria played her tongue to sweep her beautiful fingers.

Satria's sister why? Why does he seem to be starving?

"May, Rey is asleep, right? Is he slumbering?" satria asked as she kissed the wife's forehead with anxiety.

"God willing, this afternoon because Rey did not take a nap. If Rey wakes up. auw. ughh. maybe just because she wants to drink milk," Amayra grimaced with a touch of Satria who began to make heat in his body.

Suddenly Amayra was in her husband's arms. "Sister! Brother Satria!" pekik surprised.

"May, you still don't understand? What am I gonna do next?" satria asked with a sweet smile, she carried the wife into the house.

Not forgetting she locked the door of her house, closed all the windows with curtains. Amayra was pounding with her husband's behavior, what would Satria do to her?

"Sister, why am I being carried around like this? Why did sister-" Amayra not dare to continue her words, when she saw her husband was already staring at her with nanar. Satria's face flushed.

"May..."

Satria hurriedly takes Amayra to another room, not Rey's bedroom. Satria threw his wife's body on the bed, their clothes were still complete. Amayra still wears her hijab.

Just as Satria approached the wife, Amayra pushed her husband. Satria was disappointed, she felt Amayra reject her. "Wait brother!"

"Why May? You don't want to?" Satria, who was getting ready, sat back on the bed. He looked at his wife with a disappointed face.

"I remember that my sister has not prayed isya" he said.

Can't be gini, my first night and brother Satria can't be sudden like this. I have to make preparations first.

"Right, I haven't prayed yet!" Satria held her head. Satria is upset by herself because of her feelings that have ended, she must endure it again. Indeed, he has not prayed isya, so he must carry out his duties first.

"I-I also have to look after Rey," Amayra got off the bed, and ran to the next room. Rey's place is sleeping.

Amayra ran from there, considered Satria as a rejection of his wife. "Maybe not tonight," muttered Satria who for a few days was agitated due to many problems. He wanted to vent all that, in a way to complete his pent-up desire.

Being in disappointment, Satria also took ablution water. He was preparing to perform the Isha prayer. Amayra was in her room. He's pacing around here and there, not because.

"Oh my God, how should I be, I'm not ready tonight. But, I would be very sinful if I refused my husband's wishes," the woman muttered in confusion. Because she had not prepared everything for her first night with her husband, while the man had invited Amayra to do it. Amayra's heart was pounding, her heart was pounding very fast. Not doing anything with her husband.

Amayra saw her little baby fall asleep. Then he opened the wardrobe in his room, he sat down and picked something up down there in a hurry. It looked like a neatly rolled thin cloth, "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, you can Amayra. You should be able to fulfill your obligations as a perfect wife," she murmured with a pounding heart.

A few minutes later, Satria finished performing the Isya prayer service and immediately returned to his room. He thought he had to calm himself in the empty room, as he thought his wife had already rejected him.

Satria was surprised as soon as she opened the door. He saw Amayra standing without her hijab, wearing a transparent nightgown, long unraveling black hair, her lips slightly grumpy, her face wearing a bit of powder. The woman emboldened herself, looking beautiful in front of her husband.

The bed also looked clean and clean. Satria was fascinated to see the room, but he was more fascinated to see his wife. "May. you..." Satria froze, her eyes wide open staring at Amayra.

"Sister, I'm ready" said Amayra, bowing her head timidly.

Am I being too brave? Satria brother until still frozen so?

Amayra was practicing adab first night according to the religion of Islam that she read from the book, first is to straighten the intention, decorate beautify themselves for couples. Amayra had set the intention straight and decorated for her husband.

Intention itself is a very important point in Islam. Because every practice done by man is judged by his intentions. A married husband and wife should be intended to preserve their honor. This is based on the word of the Prophet PBUH : ”Three who have the right to Allah help them: one who fights in the way of Allah, a slave (being in agreement between himself and his master) who wants to be fulfilled and a married man who wants to keep his honor.” (CHR. Ahmad, Tirmidhi, Ibn Majah and Hakim from the hadith Abu Hurairoh).

Then Satria kissed his wife softly and said, "Dear Assalamualaikum,"

Satria did the first night adab next, which is to say a gentle greeting to the wife who will he gauli. To break the tension between the two of them. "Waalaikumsalam sis," answered Amayra softly.

"Have you made sure Rey slept well?" satria asked while taking off her clothes slowly.

"I-yes, brother," answered Amayra obediently.

"Don't strain, I'll be gentle and it won't take long. I was also afraid that Rey would wake up, and then look for her mother" Satria said, hugging her topless.

"Dad brother," Amayra nodded slowly.

"Say yes if it hurts, I will stop it right then and there" Satria said with a hand that touched Amayra's chin. Their two eyes met, hinting at a deep love and wanting them to channel immediately.

Satria started her activity slowly, not forgetting that she read the prayer before starting. Basmalah has become an obligation for him, at any time when he will carry out any activities and enter anywhere. Amayra and Satria are now in the same bed as Satria's position on Amayra's body.

The two bodies were already without a thread attached, Amayra crossed her arms to cover her protruding front body shyly.

"May, show me everything," Satria grabbed Amayra's hand gently, she kissed it slowly. Amayra was more embarrassed to face her husband, she never found a man as kind and gentle as Satria.

The cup!

The cup!

A light and gentle kiss contracted Satria on the woman's body. He traced his wife's body with hot lips without exception. Satria really treated Amayra with gentleness and prudence. Afraid that woman is sick, afraid that she is tired.

When both of them have reached the end of the warm-up, Satria prepares with his core game. Now he does not play solo anymore, it can be said duet. "Sister, has anyone forgotten?" amayra asked as she pushed her husband's body with her hand.

"True I almost forgot," Satria smiled, he put his hand on his forehead and he prayed, “Allahumma Innii Asaluka Min Khoiriha wa Khoiri Ma Jabaltaha Alaihi. Wa Audzu bika Min Syarri wa Syarri Ma Jabaltaha Alaih”

The meaning of the prayer is: "O Allah, I ask You for His goodness and the goodness of what You have given him, and I take refuge in You from his evil and the evil You have given him.”

Amayra smiled softly at the prayer her husband had said. Satria took a deep breath, she prayed again in her heart. Prayer when doing Jima.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's...

Allahumma Jannibna as Syaithon wa Jannib as Syaithon Ma Rozaqtana.

That is to say, “Oh Allah keep us away from the devil and keep the devil away from anything You have provided us. Verily, Allah is All-Able to give them both a child whom Satan cannot harm forever.”

"May, I'm starting?" tanya Satria while gently rubbing the wife's hair. Amayra nodded slowly, a sign of approval.

Satria began his action slowly, occasionally he asked the wife. Whether he was sick or not while doing so. "May, what's the pain? I'm speed huh?" satria asked with sweat on her face that started pouring out.

Amayra shook her head, "No brother, just keep going. I want to belong to her whole sister, so please give me a lot of love" Amayra's hand caressed her face with a loving look.

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Satria was stunned by the softness of his wife. "Well, I'll give you all my love until you're full of my love" Satria smiled, she restarted her activities to support her wife. Amayra received all her husband's love with sincerity and openness. A kiss on the forehead, a kiss on the lips, all those touches were very soft.

That night Satria finally managed to tear down the big fortress between the two of them. Amayra and Satria have become real husband and wife. Amayra fell asleep in the heavy hands of her husband, having carried out his duties. Though he had wanted to go back to the room and sleep with Rey, then at dawn he would take a bath with Satria.

"God, my wife is so beautiful, she must be so tired that she is sleeping" Satria looked at the beautiful woman sleeping on her arm. Then he looked at the clock showing at 21 p.m. "Darling, for a second, I saw Rey first" she whispered to Amayra.

Slowly Satria got out of her bed, she covered the wife with a warm blanket.

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