
The ijab qobul event is over.. After performing the prayer isya meramaah, the santri eat the existing dishes.. The simple event was impressed luxurious because there is a marawis and shalawat music..
Ziya was already inside his room.. Actually this is Faris and Maheer's room but because Ziya was coming home, he finally gave up sleeping in Arkan's house and Maheer slept with his parents..
Shaijiee went into the room to Ziya who wanted to take off her khimar.. But he held back because Shaijiee came in..
"I'm your husband now.. I deserve to see everything.. We are already halal" Shaijiee said crouched down in front of Ziya then opened the Ziya khimar slowly
The khimar Ziya is open.. It was Ziya's black, thick and soft hair..
Shaijiee smiled to see the beauty of the wife who had only been a few hours legitimate into his own..
"Call me hubby, and I'll call you honey.. Now let there be no more awkwardness between us.. Difficult, happy, laughing, sad anyway we have to share.. I'm your shirt and you're my shirt.. So I need you and you need me too.. Being honest, loyal and always adorned with love our day ahead and forever" Shaijiee said, kissing Ziya's back
Ziya just fell silent and nodded his head in understanding..
"Now you do your duty as a wife" said Shaijiee
"Must now?" tanya Ziya was actually afraid that she would have to have sex now
"Yes now" replied Shaijiee
"May not tomorrow? or when we get to Turkey?" ask Ziya
"Now you are my wife.. So from now on you have to neglect that" Shaijiee said
"But I'm not ready yet" Ziya said
"Everybody doesn't have to be ready for honey" Shaijiee said
"Yas" Ziya replied resignedly as she unzipped her shirt
"What do you want?" ask Shaijiee wonder
"Doing my duty and giving your due" Ziya replied innocently
Shaijiee understood Ziya's intentions and laughed..
"Oh my dear God.. I don't mean you're doing that now.. I mean do your job as that wife to get me clothes.. The time I slept using this robe" Shaijiee replied
"Stupid Ziyaa . Boodooohhs.. Malunya geez is not maen" Inner Ziya
Ziya blushed holding back her embarrassment.. Shaijiee was anxious to see such a Ziya.. Then he kissed the wife's cheek..
"I take a shower first.. Please prepare my clothes dear" said Shaijiee
Ziya just nodded.. He is really embarrassed.. Finally Shaijiee headed for the bathroom and Ziya prepared clothes for Shaijiee..
The next day, Ziya and Shaijiee headed for the dining room.. It turns out there are Munawir and Putri..
"Assalamualaikum ukhty.. Cie elaaah the newlyweds" Munawir said
"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied Ziya and Shaijiee
"Here nganten.. Eat here" Munawir said
"Basak, only Nawir wants to eat here with nganten" Munawir replied
Shaijiee only listened, because he did not understand Indonesian..
"You also went to school.. It wasn't yesterday on the eve of the National exam he said you brawled?" ask Ziya
Yes, Munawir chose the SMK school, so he did not go to the boarding school..
"Ck, ukhty mah.. Pass Nawir." Munawir replied
"Had eaten a new story" said Gus Afnan
Then Ziya spooned the rice and side dishes to her husband's plate and they ate together..
Shaijiee is again adapting to Indonesian food.. According to him, Indonesian food is delicious because every dish tastes so spice spices that make the cuisine taste delicious..
"Well, mom.. Tomorrow Ziya has to go back to Turkey" Ziya said
"To chepet?" ask Shahia
"Sorry ma'am, Melly and Ziya have some unresolved college assignments" Melly said
"Owh yes, you want to graduate" Shahia said
"You are not papa.. Studying the diligent.. Let him graduate to a good grade.. Ziya also do not forget the husband, as busy as possible, the husband should be observed" said Gus Afnan
"Yes well Ziya understands ko" Ziya replied
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