The Pawned Marriage

You Have Me

After making sure Nafisa and the baby are okay, newlywed couple Mikail Malik and Dian Fitri Kusumo return home with Aisya who has fallen asleep.

Ms. Romlah and Ms. Wati have already gone home because the guests are still waiting faithfully.

“Still rame, Di, be at home also they waitin.”

“The name of the wedding in the village, Mas, can be 24 hours they come. As long as food is. And Nafisa will be ready to know how much the village is,” replied Dian smiling ignorantly.

“Twenty-four hours? When do we get two?”

“Iiih, Mas.”

Before getting out of the car, Mika held his wife.

Gently holding the chin of a woman who has only been married a few hours and then said, “Makasi yes, already want to be my wife.”

“Make this Dian still like a dream, Mas. No wonder Mikail Malik wants to be the widow of one child from the hamlet anyway.”

“One day, Mas will take you to your hometown. My mom and dad are not like Zayn's parents. They are farmers. My childhood played in the rice field, sometimes the same cement-temen nyari snail also.”

“Mas nyari snail?”

Mika's back finger stroked Dian's cheek.

“Yeah, a lot of village excitement that is still attached to the heart of Mas. When my parents died, Mas was raised by Bude Maryam and Pakde Abdullah. Living with Pakde and Bude is different. We often go abroad. I also went to school there. Our brains are educated to grow businesses. Zayn and I developed a financing business. Kind of like pinjol but a big amount. Billions.”

“Ya Allah ..”

“This is the past that I don't want to tell you. I used to be far away from religion. Don't worry, I never play girls. Go to the bar, yes. My life began to really after Nafi was forced to work as a nurse Bude. He who wants me to pray. Likewise Nafi filed marriage requirements with Zayn from my cousin's sister insyaf.”

“Maa shaa Allah. Nafi .. Mmm, but Mas by the way gini not still has a crush on Nafi, right? You already have me.”

“Iya Mr. Princess. I got you now. The Malik family is not a playboy. Zayn is not an affair either. Only Valerie is her crafty is amazing. How, yeah. Zayn is loud and respected in business circles, but he never thought he would be cunning like Valerie.”

“Why isn't Valerie going to jail? You without asking directly jeblosin Nafisa.”

Mikail sighed. It was hard to go back to those days where the bottom of her heart did not believe Nafisa was harming Maryam but she did nothing.

“Bude who does not want Nafisa dragged again in this issue. If Val is arrested, Nafisa will be a witness. All Bude did was to protect Nafisa.”

Hearing how close Mikail was to Nafisa first, Dian became anxious.

“Mas, promise, yes, do not open your heart to anyone. Allow only me, Aisya, and our children to be always in your love.”

Mika grabbed his wife's body, getting closer.

“Dian, we learn to love because of God while looking after each other. Joseph's father said, The adultery began from the eyes. Let's keep the eyes of those who are not mahram. Don't worry about Nafisa. You are everything to me.”

They were still hugging until they realized some neighbors had surrounded the car parked at the end of the road.

“Cieee who is impatient together.”

“We're the condolences! Open ... open .. open.”

Aisya awoke to the noise outside the car and immediately clapped in excitement, expecting the neighbors to welcome her.

“Out, yuk,” invite Mikail, worried about the behavior of the neighbors getting weird.

Dian chuckled then took her daughter out of the car.

Accompanied by pots, gallons, and whatever the neighbors hold, Dian and Mikail are paraded around the village, getting congratulations and hope soon to get a baby.

While joking, Mika replied, “Makanya cepet on disperse so the production process can start.”

“Mas!” Dian hit her husband's shoulder with an unstoppable embarrassment. His face was red. Heeding, Mikail actually stole a kiss from the lips that had teased her.

Cheers also boisterously accompanied the bride and Aisya until they returned home to entertain the guests.

Ms. Romlah and Ms. Wati look very happy.

Until eleven p.m., the new guests were gone. Though the host deliberately does not hold dangdutan events as usual at parties.

Shalawatan was only at the beginning before the marriage contract.

Food provided from Nafisa's restaurant became a fastener for people to continue chatting there.

After the guests came home, Dian said, “Mas, to the room, yuk.”

“Finally ..”

Dian took Mika to the bridal room that had been prepared.

“Aisya bobok where?” Mikail asked while sitting on the bedside.

“Tonight she boobed equally eye-to-eye. Tomorrow, no promise. Monmaap.”

Dian stood in front of the mirror, taking off one by one the pentules that kept her veil neat.

Her husband stood up and helped. Again Dian's cheek blushed receiving gentleman treatment from Mikail.

Replying to his wife's words earlier, Mika said, “Yes it does not have to be alone at night too, anyway.”

“Means?”

“I mean morning, noon, afternoon, night, when can you. Already HALAL.” Mikail grinned with her mupeng face.

“I've never been, Di, so yeah. Really want.”

Dian twisted her body until she now faced Mikail. Her face looked up to look at her husband.

“I've never. I have even given birth, Mom. Me ... I ..”

“Sssh.”

Mikail made a cup of Dian's lips to stop talking. The kiss that then warms up until their lips are long interlocked.

When it stopped, Dian smiled looking at Mikail's lips that were aprons due to lipstick.

“Mas, view ..”

He pointed Mikail's face at the mirror. Both chuckle because it turns out Dian's lips were aprons by the rest of the lipstick.

Reluctant to pause for a long time, Mikail again gave up the desire to me lu mat the lips of the woman who managed to steal his heart.

Slowly, one of Mika's hands supported Dian's nape, while the other cupped his wife's tiny face.

A tear dripped from the corner of Dian's eye.

“Sayang ... Why cry? Sorry .. sorry I.”

“Don't, Mas, don't stop. I cry happily. Can't believe I'm gonna feel like this again. Kiss me, make sure that this is not a dream.”

“Sayang ..” Mikail again landed her lips to Dian's and then enjoyed every sensation that appeared.

Having satisfied. Mikail stopped to remove the veil that Dian was wearing and then untied a patch of jet black hair.

“Yes Allah, beautiful.”

“Lebay, I'm regular aja.”

“Perfect.”

Mikail then lifted Dian ala bridal style, laying down onto the bed. They lay face to face.

“Hai, Wife.”

“Hai, Husband.”

“Wait a minute, Mas want to enjoy your face.”

Mika stared gently at the round net with a jet bead. Slowly kiss the nose bangir while rubbing the cheeks with dimples.

Unconsciously, their lips were back in chains. Their eyes were closed, only fingers touching each other.

To make matters worse, Mikail held back her desire.

“You're clean first, Mas. I've prepared a change of clothes in the drawer under the sink.”

“Do not go anywhere, yes, dear.”

Dian nodded her net can not be separated from her husband.

The woman still could not believe that she was currently alone with the super handsome man who also adored her.

“Why, I'm handsome, yes?” Temptation Mikail.

“Si Most Handsome.”

Mikail clenched his wife's forehead and rushed into the bathroom.

Dian took a breath and threw it away.

“This is not a dream, Di. Your husband is that handsome and that gentleman .. Alhamdulillah Allah.”

While waiting, Dian removed the make-up on her face.

A few moments later, Mikail came out. Only use pajama trousers with still wet hair.

The stomach of a torn breadbasket and the perotototan that was kept awake made Dian's breath jerk.

“It's not hot, I don't wear the boss. It will also be released, right?”

Mikail deliberately showed off her muscles to Dian.

Trying not to hit the perfect body, Dian put on a face selling expensive.

“Mmm, keep praying will not wear clothes, so?”

“E Yes.” Mikail hurriedly entered again into the bathroom taking out a matching pajama top.

Niatan hugged Dian and asked for a ration of lips in front of the bathroom door ended up failing because his wife shrewdly broke through and immediately locked the door.

“Don't be long,” Mikail's word impatiently.

Dian immediately washed her body, wearing light pink lingerie and then tied her hair up.

After taking ablution he sprayed vanilla perfume.

“Okay, On. Don't nervous. Enjoy every moment.”

In Dian's heart, she felt insecure with her status who had been married and now got a tingting virgin. She was afraid she could not satisfy her husband.

After taking a deep breath, he came out of the bathroom.

Netra Mikail instantly broke into a pattern. The normal man immediately shook his head.

“Sholat! Pray first. It's mukena you. Sajadah I am ready. Come, Darling.”

Dian smiled at her husband's behavior.

They performed two rakaat sunnah prayers followed by the witir prayer. For the first time Mikail had married his wife.

Once done, Dian folded and stored all the prayer devices while Mikail dimmed the room lights.

Mikail hugged Dian from behind.

“Mas ..”

The scent of vanilla perfume made Mika directly land her face dyed Dian's neck.

Dian's eyes closed, enjoying the soft lips that kissed her body.

For Dian who has not felt the touch of a man for three years, this is like a long iftar.

Mikail who had never felt, could not wait to explore every curve of Dian's body.

Slowly, Mika stepped towards the bed and the two lay down.

“You are more beautiful if polosan gini.”

“Ooo so if I wear make up I do not ..”

Mika put her finger to Dian's lips.

“I said, getting prettier. You girls, so listen if you talk. Where here his lips.”

Dian finally resigned when Mikail gave a stifling kiss. His eyes were back closed. Just sound de sa han soft to release the enjoyment.

All the doubts and fears that played in Dian's head suddenly disappeared.

That night two men who had been united in a holy bond, bound themselves in a most beautiful worship between husband and wife.

I don't know what time Mikail woke up. Dian fell asleep at her side with her hands coiled over her chest. They both fell asleep after several games.

Mikail tilted her body. His hand stroked Dian's innocent shoulder.

Although often meet beautiful women, but Mikail does not necessarily want to sleep with one or even one of five of them. Regardless of how the women did not hesitate to offer themselves.

The experience is zero. That night Mikail only relied on her instincts as a man when touching Dian for the first time. And everything went perfectly.

Pleasure for their enjoyment is shared. Dian who was initially timid finally started to lead and gave an incredible satisfaction to her.

Dian touched in the right place, kissed on the sensitive spot. Teasing then stopping, then starting again, builds momentum towards such a beautiful peak.

Almost crazy Mika made it.

After taking the lead, Dian surrendered herself completely, letting Mikail do as she wished. Making Mika as the ruler among them.

It all started and ended so beautifully. Until they fell asleep in warm arms.

Mikail kissed her slightly open lips. Then pulled his wife closer to his chest.

“Alhamdulillah yes Allah ..”

Then his eyes closed again and he sailed back to the beautiful dream ocean with Dian.

***

On his bed, Reno tried to close his eyes.

Night sports with Dela are not able to tire her body.

His mind floated on the photo of a pair of rings he saw on Mikail Malik's social media account.

The man was convinced that Mikail had finally obtained Nafisa.

Reno frowned holding back the onslaught of emotions in the chest. The woman he loved was once again owned by someone else.

“Sick, oh God. Pain.”

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