The Twins Pursue Love

Blue Complaint

POV Ustaz Huda's

My heart is pounding, nervous, for sure because this will be the first experience that I will not easily forget. I cleaned myself well so that my wife would not be disappointed. Yes, not only women are required to be able to please the husband, but the husband must also be able to please and spoil the wife. Marriage is not giving and receiving. I rubbed my body with the soap that Wiena used to wear. No papa the aroma is a little feminine, I will just spray with my flagship perfume that I have ever bought but I have never tried.

How about trying it, I haven't had that chance. It is said that this perfume can make our partner stick like a stamp and add passion. It is dangerous to wear it carelessly. There can be a lot of sticky women.

I smiled to myself imagining Wiena would stick and nugget at me all the time.

"What the hell, you perverted brain." I muttered while patting my own eel.

After the shower I immediately took the water and then came out. I was stunned when I saw Wiena standing nervously without wearing her hijab.During being my wife, she never opened her hijab when we were together. Although only two. Apparently she was really determined to accept me as a husband and turn herself in tonight.

"Bandah! I'm done." I said trying to be natural to cover the nervousness that had also started to creep me up since.

"Eh.i.yes."

Quickly, Wiena darted into the bathroom.

I smile. I took two containers and put them on the floor. I prepared by wearing the sarongs and cocoa clothes that I was wearing earlier during prayers at the mosque.

I look at my appearance in the mirror. I pray to thank God for giving me a perfect physique.

Allahumma kamaa hasanta khalqi fahassanna khuluqi

O Allah, as You have embellished my events, my beauty is my morality. Amyn.

I stared once more at the reflection of my face in the mirror. Hm, I am handsome too. My nose is sharp, my eyes are sharp with thick eyebrows. My face is oval with strong jaws. Very masculine.

Looking at my appearance, I became very confident that tonight I would be able to melt my wife's heart.

After a long time of age and self-admirement, I realized that Wiena had not yet come out of the bathroom.

"Why is he so long? Did he regret it and change his mind?" muttered. I walk up to the bathroom door.

"Wiena, are you okay?" I asked while knocking on the door.

There's no answer. I knocked again and I heard Wiena turn the door handle.

Chequelek

My eyes immediately widened in amazement at what was in front of me.

"You?" I said full of shock. I swallowed my saliva rough because my throat was suddenly dry. Wiena stood in front of me with her face down and her hands busy pulling her short nightgown, just a thigh. My eyes are no longer.I can condition. Eat what my wife offers.

I backed off and turned around. I took a few breaths to cast off Wiena's shadow. Not because I don't like it. But I want to pray. In order for me to pray solemnly, I must erase what I just saw.

"Wear your face!" short orders. I purposely said short so that Wiena would not notice how much my voice was shaking.

"E.i.iya." she replied weakly.

I no longer look. I wait at the prayer place.

"Have you?!" ask me again while trying to arrange for my voice to sound ordinary.

"I.iya."

Wiena still stuttered and always replied with her weak voice.

I took a few deep breaths before I said my intention and prayed two prayers. This time I felt really heavy. I tried to concentrate fully on what I was doing that I was facing Him. I do every move with feeling. I bow down with prayer that my marriage be blessed until my family becomes a sakinah, mawadah and warhmah family.

After the greeting, I do dhikr and pray. Wiena agreed to every request I repeated.At the end of the prayer, I rubbed my face with both palms and then I turned my body. I looked at Wiena who was still down.

I put my hand on the end of his head. My eyes closed.

Allahumma inni as aluka min khoiriha wa khoiri maa jabaltahaa. Wa a'udzu bika min syarriha wa syarri maa jabaltahaa.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, my wife."

Wiena's eyes are open,

"Waalaikumsalam." he said softly while looking into my eyes.

I'm rising. I stretched out my hand and she took it. I helped him stand up. Now we stand facing.

"A. I'll finish the alphabet first."

I restrained his body as he was going back down to fold the prayer mat.

"Leave it!" my answer. My hands started to run down his face. I slowly pulled the mucus that covered his body and dropped it on the prayer mat.

Now I can re-enjoy what I have avoided.

"I'll change my clothes first." Wiena Lirih.

"For what?" I'm holding her body that's gonna dodge it.

"Huh. Don't you like it?" tanyanya looked at me confused.

I cringe. "Who said it?"

"Didn't you turn around when you saw me coming out of the bathroom?That's because you don't like to see me dressed like this, do you?"

So he thinks I don't like his looks. That's why he always answers me.

I brush her hair with a smile.

"You're wrong, baby. I turn around because if I keep staring at you I won't be able to pray. You know why?"

He shook his head with an innocent face. I swear, I was so excited to see it.

"Because I will always remember this and this." I touched the part of his body that is currently like waving asking me to buy it.

"Eh." He was squeaking when my hand touched his chest.

"Why shocked?" I looped my hands around her slender waist and pulled the body against my body.

"I'm.I'm changing clothes." He avoided my eyes.

"Why? I like it." I elus his back slowly.

"It's not fair." her voice shook. Both of his hands were resting on my chest making a distance.

"What's not fair?" I lifted up his chin so that his face could be seen.

My God, her pretty face is red.

"I'm like this while you're still fully dressed."

I could see her nervousness when I said that sentence.

"Then why don't you make it fair?" I said while bringing my face closer. He closed his eyes again when our lips touched.

"Make it fair" I said, then again grabbed the ranum's lips. Enjoying the sweetness that started to become opium to me.

Apparently he understood my point. I felt his trembling hands begin to open one by one the buttons of my clothes. When all the buttons were removed, his smooth hand snuck in and wandered even though stammeringly. I enjoy that gentle touch that makes me fly.

I helped her, passing the rest of the mind that was in both my arms until my white cocoa united with her face.

Our breaths clap with each other as our oral touch pauses. Had enough. I could no longer stand in the way of his little brother's desire to act. I lifted the slender body and brought it to the contest that will bear witness to our union tonight.