The Second Wife

Part 140 # Phrase (Part 2)

"What are you, Mas?" asked Yasmine who was impatient with what the husband would say, because it was too long to hang the next sentence.

Arya leaned her body towards Yasmine, her gaze still solemn. His lips opened and continued what he said. "Me" he said again disconnected. In his face the clear netra of the wife. "Love you, my wife," he continued very softly. But able to make the woman shed tears along with lips that smile wide.

"Why cry?" arya asked with a slight laugh at the end of her sentence. Yasmine answered nothing but her head and her tears were growing.

"Oh, even more crying," said Arya frantically, to make him immediately bring the wife into the deck and kiss her long-time head covered with hijab.

"Why, Mas?" ask Yasmine back while tightening the husband's embrace. Her little hands curled around hugging the big body of the man.

"Why what?" ask back Arya who is still loyal to kiss the head of the wife.

"Why we've only been reunited now, why not just from the past" Yasmine said.

Arya widened her smile, her embrace for the wife was getting tighter. "If we were met long ago, you wouldn't be as strong a woman as you are now" he told his wife.

"Yes right," Yasmine nodded her head, and then she escaped from her husband's arms. He stared at the handsome face in front of him, whose hand was now rubbing a trace of tears on his smooth cheeks.

"You're right, Mas. I'm a strong woman. But from now on I don't want to pretend to be strong, let me be a little weak and return to being a spoiled me, not being a strong Yasmine and can face all the problems" he continued to the husband.

Arya shook her head, "you can't stop being strong, let alone being weak. You must remain strong, for I will add strength to your chest, without making you weak before me."

Yasmine froze in front of her husband. "Don't hesitate to spoil me, I'm your spoiled place now, don't be strong in front of me, but really be strong because I'll be with you, passing the next opportunity with the power of love that is in the chest," continued Arya. "Eh, but you haven't answered my love statement yet" Arya continued.

Yasmine smiled, "me too, Mas. I love you" he said without the slightest nervousness.

Honestly, for some reason, in front of the man who just realized himself it seems like he has long known. As if it was easy for anything, perhaps because there was no need to keep the feelings of others, and the right of her husband to himself. So, it is easier to cultivate the taste.

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Later that evening after dinner at the home of the Sufi mother, the three went home. Now Taqa is studying in his room, accompanied by his father and mother who are sitting on the bed.

Until Taqa said sleepy and brushed his teeth, of course the night before bed was accompanied by his parents. Until the handsome boy went back and forth because of the frequent he said "stuff, accompanied by Father and Mother at once," said the handsome boy many times.

Of course Taqa is happy, usually the handsome boy will be accompanied by his mother only. Now he is free with his father who is very good to him. Take a toothbrush, give toothpaste over the soft bristles of the brush, until it accompanies in the bathroom.

Yasmine who accompanied can only let the husband help the child's activities, even if with himself, he never helped in the least. Just accompany, nothing more.

Once finished, the handsome boy then lay on the bed that had been swept by the mother. Once lying down, the father accompanied by sitting on the edge of the bed and led to reciting prayers before going to bed and short letters. It was only after that his parents decided to come out of his room.

"Please, Father, Mother" Taqa said as his mother held the doorknob, preparing to exit the son's room.

"She's really happy" Yasmine said as she had just closed the door to Taqa's room from outside. Arya was still standing in front of him.

"Alhamdulillah" replied the husband.

"Yes, and this is all thanks to you" Yasmine said.

"Thanks to you for accepting me" said Arya who then embraced the wife.

"Dad you want to rest?" yasmine asked as she looked at the husband's face.

"Yes, Mommy. I want to do my duty as a husband, can I?" ask Arya slowly in the wife's ear.

Yasmine nodded, "can, of course I can."

The good opportunity was immediately used with a happy heart by Arya. Even the man immediately carried the wife ala bridal style to the second floor, where the wife's room is located, which is now his second room.

Once he arrived, the man then invited the wife to ablution and prayer of the two rakaat before doing husband-wife relations. Of course Yasmine according, even with pleasure. Because to be honest, Yasmine felt steady having a husband like Arya, she immediately felt like a wife from the first second she said her ijab.

Now, the two men are in the blanket. After reading the prayer, Arya then did not want to waste the opportunity. From starting to put his face together on Yasmine's face, to walking to two beautiful hills, to descending into a valley that has been very untouched for a long time.

Beautiful, and comfortable. It felt as if they were both flying to touch the clouds, until they fell into a roll of waves that then brought them both to the bottom of the sea, then came out and flew back to reach the top of nirvana, achieving happiness.

Until finally the two humans were both limp, but still in a happy state. So happy, a sweet and timid smile is still loyal on the lips of both.

A warm kiss could still be felt by Yasmine at the top of her head, as well as a hug. Although his body was sultry and sticky, but the embrace made him feel comfortable. To not want to move, if you do not remember having to shower after that.

There are no words other than, "thank you, my wife," and "i love you," said Arya. However, it made Yasmine even more happy beyond measure.

Especially when he found out if Alifa's condition began to improve. So, he didn't think much. Anyway, it's true mother said. Now she is a wife, so the one who takes precedence over her now is the husband instead.

Sure enough, after enough time. The two took a shower together. Of course just a shower, not resume the happy activities in the bathroom, because it is not allowed.

Now, Yasmine is smiling to find the husband who is painstakingly drying his hair with a hairdryer, after that, Arya is also swiftly combing his black, jet-long hair.

"It's so pretty" praised Arya in the mirror reflections that showed a picture of her standing behind her sitting wife with a pretty face and smiling lips.

"Thank you" Yasmine said, taking her husband's hand and kissing the palm.