
The party is over. Kinan and Hanif went to the nearest hotel from the building. A place provided by the family. Of course the place is so luxurious with adequate facilities, while others choose to go home.
Papa Mercy and Mama Savina also come home together. Both came before the wedding day. Zayna and her family had prepared a guest room for them. Everyone is tired now. However, it does not diminish the happiness they feel.
Hanif and Kinan had already arrived at the hotel. Both went to the room provided by the family. Since the trip, the woman was nervous. She was confused as to what to do to make her feelings a little relieved.
Occasionally Copy******-****** his palm is free, in order to reduce his nervousness because the other hand is held by Hanif. However, instead of reducing the nervousness, it is increasing. Especially now that the two were heading for the room. The woman looked at her hand that had been held by her husband.
The man did not seem nervous at all. It was just plain, like without any burden. When they got to the front of the room, they both stopped. Hanif tried to open the door with the access card he received from the receptionist below.
As soon as the room opened, the smell of flowers was so fragrant. There was a bright light radiating from within. The couple slowly stepped their feet. The combination of the therapeutic aroma and the fragrance of roses pierces into the sense of smell of the bride and groom.
Flower petals were scattered on the floor as well as on the bed. Some candles were also lined up on the floor, some were on the table. Romantic music sounds so sweet in the sense of hearing. Increasingly add a romantic atmosphere for the newlyweds.
A hand coiled around Kinan's stomach, making the woman screech slightly in surprise. He was too focused on what he saw, so he did not realize if the husband was behind.
“What do you like?” whispered Hanif right in the ears of the wife, making the woman close her eyes for a moment because she felt amused.
“I like. Did you do all this?” answer me slowly.
“No, all these hotel employees did it, but on my orders of course.”
“Thank you for preparing all this.”
“I've been looking forward to today for a long time. Of course I want the best,” said Hanif to make Kinan speechless.
The woman had already understood very well what Hanif's words meant, but was unable to reply. It is time to do your first job as a wife. Hopefully he can do well.
“Don't be too tense, I won't force you if you're not ready,” said Hanif who saw his wife's inertia.
Having the woman completely and marrying her heart made the man happy. As for anything else, let time be answered. Kinan released Hanif's embrace and turned towards the man. Kinan emboldened himself by draping his hand to the husband's neck and staring at the face of the man who had entered the recesses of his heart.
Hanif looked at the face of the wife in front of him. Only this time he could get this close to Kinan. Looking at that woman's face that looked so beautiful and riveting. It made the man unable to blink.
“I'm yours completely. Whatever you do to me, it is indeed your right and my obligation to do so.”
Hanif smiled, he hugged his wife's waist and tightened the distance between the two. “I know it, but as a man, I can't possibly force if you're not ready.”
“If I am not ready, then from the beginning I have rejected this wedding plan. I'm ready with whatever you do.”
“Thank you for being my wife and receiving all my shortcomings.” Hanif further eroded the distance between the two, until finally the long night both passed in candlelight. The rose petals on the bed are no longer shaped.
“Thank you for keeping your honor for me,” whispered Hanif before the two completely fell asleep.
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“I didn't expect, your voice is so good, Mas. He said he can't sing?” ask Zayna.
“I just sang as I could. You can also sing.”
“I was also the origin, whether the tone is right or not,” said zaina who then laughed at herself. “Oh yes, Mama's with Papa how many days are there?”
“Tomorrow we must go home,” replied Papa Rahmat.
“Why is it fast?”
“We were here two days ago, it's time to go home. Kinan's wedding is also over.”
Zayna sighed. “Front month Papa and Mama are here again, right? During my seven-monthly event?”
“Sure, where might we miss the event for our granddaughter “
“Yes, we will definitely come. We also want to pray for you and our grandchildren,” said Mama Savina.
“Honey, about the event, you want it made where?” ask Ayman.
“Where else would you like to create an event? I want it at home, Mom. Do not use all buildings. Prayer event for our prospective children while praying for the whole family to always be healthy.”
“I think you want an event where it is, will you let Ilham take care of.”
“No, Mas, the event at home, no need to wear any decorations. I want a pure show of study. Regarding later if Mas want there are photos like others, make mementos, we can hire the services of photographers in the next day. Anyway that day is special for prayer only.”
"Well if that's what you want. Let me tell you the same thing later."
"Mas, don't forget also the money for orphans. I will forget again."
"Yes, I prepared it. I also yesterday went with Inspiration to the orphanage and thank God, they all want to come to our event and pray for our future children."
"Alhamdulillah then."
They also discussed what events will be held in the seven-monthly event. Not to forget also Papa Rahmat gave advice for traditional events during the day first, followed by prayer at night. Ayman, who heard this, asked Papa Rahmat. What are the traditional ceremonies for pregnant women at the seven-monthly event.
The middle-aged man explained a few things. He also said he would take it down, afraid that they would forget later. Ayman nodded because what Papa Rahmat said was quite difficult to remember.
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