The Ojek That's My Soul

Towards nirvana with you

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💖💖More than fulfilling promises, being with you tonight is an immeasurable gift.

Sitting together, holding each other's fingers on the drizzle one-on-one. My happiness has pecked real.

Rinsing the twilight with you, in the timbre of shakes that silently incarnate mercilessly.

If meeting you is God's destiny, then,

falling in love with you is not what I planned.💖💖

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💖Polyma POV💖

I felt something heavy beating down on me, so this leg seemed hard for me to move. I felt aching on my back, I wanted to feel like I was moving and writhing, but my body was as if something was binding.

I force these eyeballs open, though drowsiness still lingers on both of its petals.

I blinked both eyes for a while, adjusting the retina to the light beam, which slid through the glass window.

"Ough," I cried, as the weight of something tightened me.

I feel something field and cold, actually I am very comfortable in this position, just that this tired and sticky body must be cleaned, he said, not to mention my empty stomach as if screaming for filling.

When both eyes have opened perfectly. The first time I saw her, her innocent face while sleeping.

I lift it up a little, a white blanket that covers our plain bodies.

Recollecting the perfect union after dawn, because it failed last night, made us curious and finally repeated it again.

I also could not bear to see brother delaying, which he should have let go since ten days ago.

Thankfully, it turned out that the pain was not as painful as it was at the beginning, I was able to endure it earlier.

Even though I had to put my teeth together so that my pain wouldn't come off again.

Kasian brother, because of the problems that occurred, our beautiful night was delayed until more than a week. Because we had a lot of time passed in the hospital, even though we had time to go home, we only slept hugging because of tired bodies and depleted minds, making the surge restrained.

I understand you've wanted it so badly since your first night at home.

It's just that I was lost at the time.

Then, the next day we moved to my brother's house, which turned out to have been renovated secretly by my mother. Apologize to brother he said, because for five years, mama seemed to ignore.

Because my mom was like my dad.

Until, finally, the news of mama's accident made my brother's world seem to collapse instantly, I could feel how the fear, the anxiety that always decorate his face.

Then, the good news came, the miracle of God came down, and she realized after three days of coma and anaphal, until the doctor told her that all her vital signs had stopped.

I remember that papa almost fainted, while the brother was unable to make a sound let alone cry, they were in heavy shock and very hit, only my hysterical sister-in-law Jihan was not good.

Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds.

Mama was suspended for about six hours, then God returned her soul back into the body, giving her the opportunity once again to repair what was broken and wrong in life. Until the monitor that monitors your vital tools is back on.

All has passed, I think now there will only be happiness that will envelop the story of your life.

I promise you, it will be one of the sources of happiness.

I moved slowly, hoping that my body shift would not wake her up.

It seems like my brother is very tired, his strength seems to be drained after the goal-breaking action.

Unknowingly, my lips curled up a smile, recalling the beautiful moment, which made me seem to drift into nirvana.

Which god's favor do you lie to, right?

Will it be this wise?

If the halal label is not yet cantongi?

If that ridho you haven't achieved yet?

Halal relationships are definitely more enjoyable, because there is no fear there. All tastes blend into unity, which makes passion and desire to melt.

Of course, in contrast to illicit relations.Doing it with haste and fear, secretly from human knowledge.Until they forget, there are the omniscient are watching their idols.

I looked again at the sensual thin lips, especially if it had been dyed, making me forget everything.

I remembered my brother's gentle demeanor last night, after we prayed two prayers. Expect the worship that we will do, get ridho and guidance from God.

Still imprinted in my memory, how my brother treated me very carefully, slowly and unhurriedly.He kissed my forehead, then said a prayer before intercourse.

**Allahumma janibnasyaithana wa janibnisyathana marazaqtana.**That means : “Deqngan the name of Allah. O Allah, keep us from the disturbance of Satan and keep the devil from the sustenance (baby) that You will bestow on us,” (HR Bukhari).

A touch of the opposite sex that I have never felt in all areas of my skin.

Makes me feel a sensation, which I can't tell, I can't describe how the writhing of the thunder that blew up on that special night.

Where our sweat fused, without a body-separating thread, without a piece of body-wrapping cotton. All that has been halal does not give distance, so that every touch and roar of breath in the value of worship, create anticody and boost the immune system.

Until, without me knowing it, I screamed loudly, the speech istighfar together with the roar of tears that melted in both my cheeks.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry Brother, Deck!" the panic instantly separated our core parts. Then he shifted next to my body, wiping these tears and peeling off both wet eyelids.

His eyes stared at me regretfully.

"Feelings, the gate was slow, Dek. Sorry, baby," she shrieked and then repeatedly kissed the entire area of my face.

"You take a break, yes" he said, tidying up the hair that covered my face. I nodded with the rest of my tears.

"Why does it feel like this sick?"

I feel guilty for not being able to give her due tonight.

How else, it felt like slashed, so painful.And, I also felt there was a warm liquid flowing adding to the sensation of pain, to the crown.

I want to feel like I ran to the bathroom, but, whatever the power, my lower body feels difficult to move.Again said brother, later just clean it. I finally decided to sleep in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Adek, yes Bang," I said slowly as I rubbed against his open chest.

"Yes, baby, you know, you will be patient" said the man then kissed my lips briefly.

"Sorry Adek, too, because before marrying you, I once fell in love with a young man and I wanted to marry him,"

He asked me why I didn't want to marry him? and do I regret marrying her?

Smiling, I replied, “The young man is you."

Blushes...

(God, that is the best compliment of a wife to her husband.🥰😍)

The man, who had been labeled my husband, clenched tightly, whispering he said, "Tomorrow we will try again...,"

"O, oow.., uh...,"

💖Fatimah POV end💖

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