The Ojek That's My Soul

Steal the kiss of the sleeping princess

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Fatimah again could only nod her head.

His strength seemed to fall due to an unwanted incident just a moment ago.

" Excuse me his beautiful wife Brother handsome,"he rattled while picking accessories attached to Fatimah's head.

Fatimah only glanced at a glance and smiled faintly.

"Well, that's dong!"

"Smiling Adek is really sweet,"rojali teased the tempting plum.

Fatimah smiled in shame.

He resigned now, let a foreign man who is now legitimate to see whatever is on him.

He let the sturdy hands take off one by one that was attached to his body.

Because he would be in trouble if he wanted to open all of this alone.

So he just let the shame out little by little.

Made his pale face back in color.

How does that guy feel?

Who for a lifetime has never helped any woman undress.

Of course with a heart that beats irregularly until his breath feels tight.

And his hands trembled a little as his fingers slowly.

Opening strands upon strands of cloth wrapped in a slender body filled before him.

His soul is struggling now.

When accidentally or deliberately touching the beautiful parts of the body.

The long veil along with its snails and sequined shawl had already been shed to the floor.

Showing low hair.

Then Rojali opened the bond.

"Goodoo_"

"Against competitiveness by now,"

"Longen your hair Deck," Rojali said with a sultry smile then pulled the strands and pulled them to the front of the nose.

He smelled it slowly, sniffing the scent of the shampoo out, piercing his sense of smell, smelling it intoxicating his wits.

Long black hair passing through the back.

With the end of the dangling curl.

" Thank you, you've kept this, closed it perfectly,"

"Until the beauty is not just any eye can see" Rojali said beside Fatimah's ear.

Now he cupped the two cheeks that meet.

Look at the owner.

Until the netra they locked onto a deep gaze.

"Now Adek is the responsibility of Brother, in the world and the hereafter,"

"That means, what Abang Ridho will be the way to heaven for you,"

"And conversely, if Abang is not pleased then hell is your place,"

"Stay like this, guard your honor for the sake of your husband,"

"Because Abang is not ridho if just an inch of your body, or a strand of your hair is visible to other men other than your mahrom," Rojali explained gently but full of emphasis on each word.

Until without being realized by Fatimah, all her dresses have been stripped.

Until now, only inner wear.

Fatimah who realized her condition now immediately lowered her head.He tried to cover the front by crossing both hands.

"Still shut down, man,"

"His daleman is like a gini shirt,"

"Long hands too," Rojali's wrath lowered the two crossed hands.

Although still tightly closed, but the indentation is clearly visible because of the tight shirt.

Even the twin hills were poking beautifully. Makes Rojali trouble again swallowing his saliva.

Realized in such a face by her husband.

Fatimah feels tense not play.

Wanted to dodge but his hands were held so tightly.

Really, his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest cavity.

"A, Adek or brother who_want to shower first?"

fatimah asked nervously half-dead.

"Ah,iya_almost aja," Rojali said then chuckled.

" Just take a break first, take a cleanup of her make up."

Then Rojali opened his suit after previously giving a brief kiss on Fatimah's forehead.

But Fatimah turned her head.

When the man who had become her husband, she shamelessly opened her pants in front of him.

Why don't you go in the bathroom, Bang, open the shirt?

It's not the same heart and heart!)

Fatimah let out a long sigh and started to clean the make up on her face.

He saw from the tail of his eyes that the husband continued to look at him with a wanted look.

(How do I tell it to Brother?)

Fatimah sighed again, this time heavily and long.

Long story short Rojak's father's family had gathered in the living room.

They chatted warmly after dinner with peanut-spiced goat satay.

And lontong wrapped in banana leaves as a substitute for rice.

The moment was benefited Rojali to discuss his plan to bring his wife to live with him.

Rojak's father was open and wise in his attitude.

He had been ready to release the princess since this gentleman made a pledge in front of him this morning.

She believes Rojali is best for her daughter.

Although all the concerns are there, let alone see the background of his daughter-in-law's family.

Even though, he's been expelled and dumped.

The blood will not fade, right?

Until whenever they'll connect.

Rojak's father was convinced all by the will of his creator.

The story line of the Khalik cannot be disputed.

However, we can change the taste by accepting it with sincerity and qona'ah.

Qanaah is the attitude of willing to accept and feel enough for the results he seeks and distance himself from dissatisfaction and feelings of lack.

People who have the nature of qana'ah have the opinion that what is obtained or that is in its existence is the will of God.

He believes Rojali can make his daughter happy who always lives in shortcomings and struggles.

His daughter-in-law will definitely protect his daughter.

More than the protection he could provide all this time.

In the white bridal room.

Now the lights have been turned off, changing the luminescence from the light contained from the led lights on the dressing table.

The dim atmosphere turned out to disturb the male testosterone hormone that only wears T-shirts and sarongs.

He who was sitting leaning on the head of the cot turned to the side.

Where the wife had slept in her blanket.

He's regressing his body.

Position yourself to face the natural beauty.

Calm and peaceful as a baby sleeps.

Smooth cheeks, pointed nose but tiny.

Genuine blushing plum lips without dye.

A round chin split open, O Lord!

What charity do you accept from me?

Until you bestowed an angel on me?

Brother will be waiting for you, dear.

That beautiful night, in our house.

Although the house is simple, I promise it is only for now.

Be patient, I will try harder.

To make you happy forever.

Your struggle will end here.

Let brother take your place.

Rojali kissed softly and in that smooth forehead.

Then switch to the nose and then both cheeks.

Seeing the owner remain asleep without being disturbed, he then continued the kiss to the area under the nose.

Where the fresh plums are waiting to be sipped.

At first it was just a light and short kiss.

But, many times until the owner of the lips wriggled because it was disturbed by the wet action.

"Emmph...Brother?!"

Instantly the eyes that were being closed were violently breaking.

Because something warm and wet disturbed his sleep.