The Uninduced Heaven

Sweet...

On a stretch of red prayer, Emyr had just finished his isha prayer. Continued by complaining, grateful, and well he smiled sweetly considering his long missed prostration.

His eyes warmed, he was moved. The name he always mentioned in the third of the night, now officially belongs to him: Dhiya Khaira has been lawful to him.

After he had faced, Emyr dizzy looking for a beautiful figure that should have been a makmum for him.

"Yank..," he called. As far as he knew, Khaira himself invited him to pray, and then until he finished the girl was not seen.

Emyr folded the prayer mat, put it in its original place before he finally set off for the boisterous bathroom with the sound of water gurgling.

"Yank..."

The bathroom door opened along with the entry of the man. In front of the mirror of the sink, Khaira just finished washing her unusual face.

"You sick?"

Emyr approaches, attaching the back of the hand to Khaira's forehead, neck and cheeks. He is sensitive to the ringing of his wife's face that is often shown from before they get married.

Khaira replied, Emyr's eyes caught a packet of sanitary napkins on the side of the sink. "Coming moon?" tanyakanya.

Khaira nodded still with a grimacing face holding onto her stomach. Emyr knows, the habit of his wife is always sick when she gets guests.

There was a moment when in college, he was caught doing Khaira's chores just because the woman complained of monthly pain.

"Rest..." Tomorrow, they still have to clean up their new home; a place where they will live independently without parents.

Emyr grabbed Khaira's little towel, then dried his wife's pretty face. Khaira smiled, they were close for a long time, only this time they could be that intelligent.

In fact, Emyr did not hesitate to hold his body until laid on their wedding bed, then took eucalyptus oil for him.

"Wear it yourself." Khaira gave a small chuckle, she thought Emyr would take care of her. But look, Emyr instead told him to roll his own stomach.

A little Khaira turned her pajamas up, Emyr could only stare at the sincerity of her skin and slightly gulp down the saliva.

Seeing that, Khaira thrust her oil bottle at Emyr, as if to tempt her husband. "Why not just you?"

Emyr chuckled lightly. "Don't tease your husband, Iaaang," he whispered.

Peace, cold, which Khaira felt. Her heart warmed to hear her husband's friendly reprimand. Had it not been an obstacle, maybe Khaira had already pounced on the man in the black t-shirt.

"Emyr."

Tight, the two stared at each other. As if carried away by the flow of romance, slowly Emyr eroded the distance to leave just one strand of hair gap.

Can be felt rumbling breath that legitimately gave a tickle on each of their faces.

"I'm coming moon, Emyr." Khaira opened her mouth slightly. However, such an intense closeness made Emyr able to smell the sweet fragrance from the woman's mouth.

It didn't take long, Khaira's lips clenched with her eyes closed. Ah, it tastes so sweet...

After all the full moon could only imagine it, now Emyr had given up his first kiss.

His hard body inched, without taking off his pagutan, slowly Emyr crawled over Khaira. Coming to the moon does not mean you can not make out.

He was allowed to fondle his wife, while still within certain limits. The navel to the knee does not leave Emyr open, because that part should not be touched by the skin of the skin.

"Emy..."

Khaira broke their faces, staring in the manic desire of her husband. Only this time Khaira was afraid of the man, and like what had been on her mind all this time, she was still innocent while Emyr was inexperienced.

"I.." Again Emyr broke Khaira's words with a kiss directed at the curve of her neck. Suddenly, the act made Khaira look up resignedly, squeezing between her husband's concentrated hair.

Khaira believes Emyr knows his limits. Just this afternoon Emyr promised, will reward him in the best possible way. No way, an Emyr is breaking the rules of his religion.

At some point the neck recesses up to the Khaira collarbone, Emyr gives a sign of love in the form of a red cap. Somehow the story goes until the little chain necklace that was coiling there broke apart.

That's the thing that makes Emyr more freely combing every curve smooth. Khaira's sighs echoed along with their body's inherent movements.

Unable to stand the treatment of her husband, Khaira pushed the man to his back, not to end, but his turn on top, to be able to put a gentle kiss on his Emyr forehead.

Emyr's face slumped, under Khaira's confinement, his stern nose sank between the two tender fruits that soared above him.

Back Emyr took over the top position, this time he slightly pulled the lapel of his wife's pajamas, dipping softly at some of the mound spots, before heading towards the pink end to be clenched a little stronger.

Inevitably, both are medical graduates, have studied parts of the human body and nerves. Of course they know, what and where the sensitive part that will make his partner fuss.

"Emy..." Khaira whispered, then glanced down, the place where she felt a stab that had suddenly struck her thigh. "That's enough, I'm tormented."

Suddenly, Emyr giggled amusedly made, the red hue that Khaira showed was absolutely adorable in her eyes.

"Dear to do more?" Khaira hit the man's shoulder. He might ask that when he was menstruating.

"Sorry." Emyr touched Khaira's stomach from outside her pajamas. "Aren't you sick?"

Khaira nodded with her kekehanya. It's the oil that's starting to work, or the touch of her exuberant husband, either.

"Just sleep, how?" pinta Khaira.

Emyr pulls a thick blanket from under Khaira's calf to cupper his seductive wife's body.

"May I have a hug too?"

Emyr chuckled little, without being asked, Emyr would happily embrace him. He went into the same thick blanket, then gave his arm to serve as the most comfortable shade of Khaira's head.

...{[<<>>]}...

The basement parking of the largest shopping mall, Khaira was there with her husband. They just bought a lot of new homes.

A new wedding, a new house, even a new car. They got a gift from their father's father: Papa Axel and Abah Zainy.

Actually, it is not just shopping, the reason Emyr and Khaira left for the mall with the MCG logo. There are Emyr clothing outlets that are loved by Muslim teenagers, and need special monitoring from the owner.

At 10am they stopped by. In between the preparation of the reception, they still had time to divide the time for the ongoing efforts.

The twilight seen from inside the building became their natural alarm. "It wants Maghrib. But you can still pray at home" Emyr said.

This is the last Thursday Emyr fasts the Sunnah before they are faced with the holy month of Ramadan.

Both of them sat in the front seat. Emyr was driving and the car immediately drove at a moderate speed, splitting the streets of the capital which happened to be not too interrupted by traffic jams.

Thankfully it was not so dense this afternoon, until when it arrived at the last red light, the sound of the Maghrib Adhan spread from Emyr's phone.

As the car stopped quiet, Khaira took advantage of the opportunity to look at her makeup through a small mirror, she began wiping the rest of the makeup off with a cotton swab soaked in cleanser.

While Emyr, the man was busy himself reaching for the bags behind his seat, understandably, the car was still new, not equipped with enough facilities, still too messy inside.

"Search what?" Khaira asked without turning her face away from her mirror.

"Drink."

"In Khai's bag there."

Emyr grabbed his wife's shoulder bag, opened it, rummaged through the inside, then interrupted the question. "Dear bring me Mukena?" He saw it in his wife's bag.

"Em em..," small nods Khaira.

"Well prayers?" cycad Emyr.

"Em em." Back, Khaira nodded in agreement. Only this morning Khaira was purified from her period, then Dzuhur had started to pray again.

Emyr scowled, instantly the thirst he felt disappeared to nowhere. For a husband, there is nothing happier than the message of his wife's prayer.

"Yank...." Khaira turned her head, a gentle pagutan followed on her lip that had just erased her lipstick.

Not like Emyr enjoying their kiss. Khaira. "It's a public place, Gus."

"Open up with the sweet. There is nothing sweeter in this world than my wife." Emyr grinned then continued to gulp mineral water to close the fast.

Khaira blushed until her cheeks became red. Although irritable to talk, her husband can most make himself flattered.