The Struggle of a Husband

Mark

Amri continued to look at the face of Selyn who was asleep in his arms. After dinner, they did not resume their relationship. He knows Sellyn is tired and needs rest. Seeing Slyn whimpering in pain while moving alone made Amri not have the heart, what else to see the red groin of Selyn because of it.

The pouch slowly invaded Amri. He slowly closed his eyes and entered the dreamland.

In the morning Amri and Selyn were busy preparing, they were about to go visit the house of Slyn's parents. Slyn stood in front of the mirror. He repeatedly felt with a slightly embarrassed face, because his neck looks there are some red marks due to the former kiss Amri. While Amri who from earlier noticed it only held back a laugh and approached him.

"Why are you smiling?" selyn said as Amri approached beside her. " This is Mas, my neck is red. I went to my mother's house like this" said Selyn, pointing at her red neck with her lips pursed.

Amri was still silent and holding back laughter, he grabbed the veil in the closet and put it on his wife's head.

"When is this not visible?" amri said with a smile after putting the hijab on Selyn's head.

"But, the whole day at my mom's house was like this. Is it too hot?" selyn answered the hijab wrapped around her neck.

"If you're feeling hot, you've already taken off your veil!" exciting Amri.

Silyn just sighed long." Yes suda quickly set off." said Selyn with a sullen face so Amri could not hold back his laughter anymore, seeing his wife pouting like that. With so much anxiety he immediately hugged her tightly to his wife's body.

"I feel like I'd really like to bite you if you're pouting like this" said Amri widening a smile, Selyn can only hold a smile with a feeling so happy.

The two of them also left for Sellyn's parents' house by driving a car. It only takes 15 minutes to travel, they have reached the house of Slyn's parents. Because the location of the house is not too far away. The distance is the same as the distance of Amri's parents. Arriving at her mother's house, Selyn and Amri had not seen her father, because early in the morning the blind father had set out to travel far beyond the city from the office for the next few days.

During the day at home until the afternoon, Slyn did not open her hijab at all. To make her mother wonder in wonder.

"Honey, your tumben in the house does not release the hijab? Don't you feel hot?" ask Slyn.

"Ehmm, no Ma! I don't know if I feel comfortable like this." replied Slyn with a strange smile, again making Amri hold back his laughter because he heard his wife's answer. Slyn stared intently at Amri. He instantly developed a smile staring at Slyn back so as not to lash out any more.

"Yesterday mama sewed a veil for you but it's still not finished, just a little later. Mama will go to the room to finish it." said her mother moved out of her seat and left Selyn and Amri in the television room. He stepped into his room to finish the stitching of the veil to be made for Slyn.

After seeing her mother close the door, Amri invites Sellyn to go to the back of the house. He clasped his wife's hand toward the garden with the swing, then sat next to each other on the swing. Amri's hand immediately lifted the hijab on Selyn's forehead and opened it. He knew that Sellyn was ashamed to open the hijab in front of her mother because there was a red mark on her neck. Amri asked Selyn for a hair ribbon to tie her hair with a long stray while wearing a hijab.

"You must be uncomfortable in a house about this thick hijab?" amri.

"You know, but you're still asking!" selyn said with a frown, Amri smiled.

"Oh, yes. Do you prefer girls or boys? selyn asked with a full look at both of Amri's eyes.

"I just asked and wanted to know, would you prefer a girl or a boy?" sellyn asked again. For a moment, Amri's gaze collided with both of Selyn's eyes looking at him sharply. He immediately embraced and dropped Selyn's head on his shoulder.

"A boy or girl is the same, I like him equally" said Amri smiling, hearing Amri's words, Selyn also smiled.

"Get me your hairband! I will remember your hair." pinta Amri by putting her hands in front of Slyn's face. He immediately gave the ribbon to Amri. He turned his back to Amri. And Amri tried to piggyback the hair of Selyn who was strung long with a ribbon of his hair, but always failed. Even repeatedly he even turned back and dismantled the ties of his hair.

Because Amri never really pinched a woman's hair. What's more, Selyn's hair that knocks down so that it makes himself feel difficult. Even his sweat dripped down and flowed down his cheeks.

"Mas can shave my hair or not? Why so long!" celuk.

"Silence is almost done." said Amri who was still trying to tie his hair.

5 Minutes, 15 minutes, 30 minutes have passed.

"It's done..! Look I can already pigtail your hair." said Amri with a face that looks gleeful.

Then Sellyn tried to check her hair ties but her hair ties looked messy. Although his mouth cones occasionally upset because Amri is not neat, but Slyn still thank and appreciate the efforts of her husband. However, both of Selyn's eyes stared intently at Amri's forehead.

"This gold! Just pout my hair until it gives off sweat like this." said Sellyn laughed softly with one hand rubbing the sweat on her husband's forehead.

Without listening to Selyn's words, Amri immediately held and raised her face closer to her face.

"Selin? From now on don't open your hijab in front of other men but me." pinta Amri. Slyn thought and asked.

"What's the matter, Mom?" selyn asked curiously by bending her eyes. The look in Amri's eyes made him feel wrong.

"Not better, considering the hijab?" elak Amri's. Actually, he didn't bother Sellyn about the hijab or not. But in his heart Amri felt afraid if there was another man who saw the look on his wife's face without a hijab. Jealousy is certain.

Selyn simply nodded her head in response and pursed her lips. Amri increasingly anxious to see the behavior of his wife, which more and more days make his life happy what else later if you have children.

"That lips ask for food, don't want to go down?" amri said to Melek Selyn.

"Ihh, what the fuck is Mas." replied Selyn was embarrassed and got up from her seat stepping into the house leaving Amri in the garden behind her mother's house. He walked over smilingly remembering what happened last night. His face flushed instantly imagining the scene of his king with Amri being so powerful for hours. Just last night made her feel such a terrible sensation.