The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 143 The first night
Warning 18+
Mita pensively, did not deny that the inner living is one of the must for the married and as a wife already her obligation to serve her husband. Moreover, after seeing her tormented husband's reaction clearly she could not bear to delay any longer. Disappointing a husband is a big sin when he can run it.
After going through careful consideration about the good and bad for a marriage he finally decided....
"Mas..I am ready" she said softly as she touched the back of her husband who was behind her.
Yahya turned his body.
"Who is what?" being asked like that embarrassed him not daring to look at Yahya.
"Ready to carry out my duties" he replied with his head bowed.
"really?" yahya asked excitedly, Mita nodded resignedly.
"We pray Sunnah two rakaat first." jump down from the bed before taking ablution with high spirits. Mita who saw feeling astonished then followed behind.
Upon returning to the room, Yahya was ready to wear Muslim clothes, sarongs and kopyah, the prayer rug was neatly attached, and was also prepared on the table. Mita looks surprised to see the spirit of her husband. It is as important as biological needs for a man as he thinks.
"What is his intention?" tanyanya finished wearing a mukena, Yahya smiled. It is his duty to guide his wife in matters of kindness so before legitimately being a husband and wife he learns the first night in addition to learning his obligations as a husband.
"The plan to pray Sunnah before this intimate relationship is to get rid of and blessings from God" explained Yahya while facing Mita and took place in front of Mita as a priest.
"Bismillahirrohmanirrohim..usholli sunnatan lailataz zifafi rok'ataini lillahi ta'ala.meaning I pray Sunnah the night of the bride of two rakaats because Allah ta'ala." Yahya again explained the meaning. Even Mita did not think of memorizing the intention of this Sunnah prayer and was grateful her husband could guide her.
"I still can't memorize it" he replied honestly.
"OK.I will read slowly and you follow." Mita nodded in understanding.
"One more..This prayer begins by reading the letter of Al Fatihah in each rakaatnya..can be finished there or plus other letters in the Qur'an." yahya continued and started praying by reading the intention continued takbiratul ikhram.
The first time she met her husband, her heart felt sad and calm as if a new strength appeared to meet a new future as a couple that certainly was not easy to live.
After the prayer Yahya put both hands together, reading the finished prayer Sunnah prayer followed by Mita.
"Allahumma inni as'aluka khairaha wa khairama jabaltaha alaihi wa a'udzubika min syarriha jabaltaha alaiha.Yeah of Allah, verily I plead with You his goodness is my wife and what good Thou hast created in her. I take refuge in You from his wickedness and what evil Thou hast created in him.
Yahya turned to face Mita with a smile. Giving a hand that was immediately welcomed by Mita while kissing the back of her husband's hand in reverence.
"I'm sorry for my mistake your wife is lillahi ta'ala." regardless Mita felt wrong or not after the marriage contract they had handed over a few hours ago but there was no harm if she apologized. Yahya directly touched his wife's crown.
"Yes equally dear.mas forgive and mas also apologize if there is a divine error ta'ala." instantly the hearts both feel peaceful and maybe this is called the favor of faith and the favor of Islam. All doubts are instantly gone.
"Thank you for your prayer."
"Yes.insya Allah if we are immediately diitipi offspring may be given the Sholeh Sholehah." Mita also guaranteed prayer even though she was embarrassed to mention the issue of heredity at the beginning of the marriage. Let alone offspring to start a husband and wife relationship he is ashamed.
Next is the main session that is awaited for newlyweds, the first night. But Yahya was not that careless to begin with. It takes full patience and must be diverted first so that his wife is comfortable just in action.
"I'm fascinated.it turns out not only your face is beautiful, your hair is also beautiful." praised like that his cheeks immediately blushed,Yahya chuckled.
"It feels different to be praised by me?" seloroh Yahya,Mita gawking while biting lips.
Yahya combed Mita's hair that was a bit half wet.
"Your hair is black...long." The topic is still around the hair and then inhale the aroma of shampoo in Mita's hair.
"What shampoo cake?"
"Shampoo specifically hijab women." he replied.
"Oh the fragrant pantesan." Yahya began to let out a bland sounding rumble, Mita clucked bitterly.
"All shampoos are fragrant if they do not smell where the mas practice.not clear yet." Mita pouted while smiling. Wanting to laugh at her husband's reckless chatter that she did not enter but was quite entertaining instead of sounding romantic even funny.
"Where the hell is it. Here I'm trying to create a romantic atmosphere but you're destroying it." Yahya pretended to be upset made Mita laugh.
The first mission is finished, Mita already looks relaxed.
"Let's go while lying down.I'm tired of standing still." said Yahya, We obey.
"This dong deketan.he said a rich touch gini aja we already got the reward." Yahya pulled Mita closer.
"Said to change the call." Yahya still continues to divert with small talk. Mita's forehead is wrinkled.
"Don't Yahya ask to change the call?" mita protests.
"Yes yes."
"Now we look for a different call and make me smile....or do you have a proposal?" so that carried away the atmosphere must be convincing first like the acting of the artists and actors.
"You make me gemes."
"Mas Yahya play nyosor." Mita returns in protest while touching Yahya's kissed cheek.
"You get the reward dear." Yahya mode. He's been thinking about the next basic touch.
"How's hubby?" his proposal while starting to rub the thinking part of Mita's arm.
"Don't want...lebay." sniffed-endusnya Mita's neck that began to kepelian.
"Mas.geli." he lamented involuntarily let out a spoiled voice.
"Keep calling what?" insist Yahya while continuing his activities.
"Mas.diem ih..geli" he said while holding the hand of Yahya who did not want to stop but which can be compared with his strength. Looking at his wife who was beginning to be affected he whispered......
"We pray first yuk before jima'.." his breathing is heard hunting because mastered *****.
"Follow me.." take a short pause by taking a deep breath.
"Bismillah.....Allahumma jannibnasysyaithaana.wa jannibisysyaithoni maa razaqtanaa...."
"In the name of Allah.Yes Allah keep us away.from the disturbance of Satan..and keep the devil from the sustenance You give us." Mita just followed her husband's words to the end.
"Would it turn off or not?"
"Dead."
"You go to***** yourself or...."
"Himself." the thought of opening her husband made her bristle first. Finished with the opening affair he covered everything with a blanket.
"Have you?" Mita just nodded.
On the way Yahya felt a nervous and tense Mita.
"Relax dear or you will be in pain later." he began to act slowly but surely until he managed to make his wife lulled into following the game.
"Wise baby!" his whisper is interrupted activity when feeling his wife is ********
When going into the core Yahya immediately tell....
"Be prepared!" Mita can't answer anymore.
"Relax me slowly..say that you are not strong.we can stop." Yahya does not want to force his will, the principle is to feel equally not in favor of himself.
The session continued slowly, not wanting his wife to be in pain.
"God give us ease!" somehow Yahya's prayer made Mita calm and more resigned.
"Aw....." Yahya immediately stopped, looking at his grimacing wife.
"I'm sorry, baby." she said, kissing Mita's face.
"illness?"
"Hm."
"You stopping?" Mita shook her head weakly. He thinks now or later it feels the same. Awkwardly if it stops in the middle of the road anyway she wants to please her husband.
"You sure?" Mita felt appreciated by her husband's attitude.
"God willing." and took a deep breath.
The fighting continued, Yahya continued his activities with caution. Mita endured the split-like pain by squeezing the sheets and biting the lips.
Upon successful entry, he paused for a moment to make room for his wife to catch his breath and then gave *********** until his wife was complacent and join the ********game.
A few moments later everything ended well. Both are breathing after working hard.
"Alhamdulillah.." said the two.
"Are you okay?" Mita simply replied with a nod.
"I'll get you a drink." Yahya got up, put on his clothes and took some drinking water.
Yahya helps Mita to sit while covering ***** his wife with a blanket. Closing the glass to his wife's lips made it easier for his wife to drink.
"Thank you dear." kissed Mita's old and affectionate forehead.
