The Uninduced Heaven

Wife duty... Modus...

After the Maghrib prayer, Emyr did not see Khaira behind him. There was only a face still lying on the prayer mat.

After packing a set of prayer tools that had just been used, Emyr came out. His gallant steps led to the kitchen, a place where the sound of a crowd was heard.

Emyr smile. Apparently, Khaira was struggling with containers that contained cooking made by Ummi.

"Yank..," she said. He lifted one by one the transparent container boxes that his Ummi sent yesterday. "What are you doing?"

Khaira snorted in annoyance. "Khai wants to ngangetin Ummi's cooking to break your fast, but can't not," he pouted.

Instantly Emyr held back his laughter, already that big, Khaira could not even handle the kitchen in her house.

"Why are you laughing?" Already annoyed by his unusualness, now Emyr's laughter added a murmur to his head.

"Let me just." Emyr took over Khaira's job. "Honey to sit down" he said.

"But Khai also wants to."

"Had..." Emyr told his wife to sit in a chair facing their kitchen. Then, start opening the container that was just in utak-atik Khaira.

Every now and then, Emyr glanced at Khaira who was propping up her chin with a fist, staring at her clingingly. "What does my darling see?"

Khaira smiles. "You're handsome," he praised.

Emyr chuckled, he slightly showed his tingle by lifting both collars of his white t-shirt. And it managed to make Khaira laugh crisply.

Not long after, the doorbell rang loudly. Without thinking for long, Khaira who rushed to open it, of course after she put on her hijab.

"Assalamualaikum Khaira's..."

His lips smiled kindly, apparently Ummi, Abah, and another woman who seemed to be Ummi's sister. They came to visit his new home.

"Waalaikumusalam."

Khaira let her in-laws in. They went straight to the dining table which was at once connected to the kitchen.

Emyr has finished warming up his Ummi shipment. I even finished packing it on the serving plate.

"Ummi bring food, Khai." Ummi put some boxes that he brought, on the long dining table.

Unlike before, Kiyai Zainy can see the happiness of his wife this time. At the end of this, Ummi is rarely sickly, it seems Ummi has been sincere about his son's soul mate.

"Thank you Ummi, it's been a hassle, even though rendang was still a lot yesterday." Khaira is uncomfortable. "That's what Ummi sent yesterday."

Again, Emyr held back his laughter. It felt strange when Khaira called it Mas, she was more used to Emyr or Darling.

"So you're the one who ate Gus?" Ummi's sister, Bibik Emyr suddenly interrupted in an unnatural tone; like underestimating Khaira.

Hearing that, Khaira instantly dimmed his expression. It was still clear he remembered, the woman who spoke, the same woman, who chided him the first time he came to the boarding school.

"Uuh, lucky you Dek Shanshan, can get a husband with in-laws who understand this."

The woman, who has not been named by Khaira, returned to the ambush. "Rarely, there are in-laws and husbands who want to accept what is."

Khaira lowered her head, Emyr knew, Khaira was uncomfortable with the fine lines of her aunt's innuendo. What is it, a very disrespectful sentence.

"Koe's wrong" Ummi interrupted.

"Bener kui ma'am yu mu iki seng is lucky to be her father-in-law, what else Emyr, she is very lucky to be able to get Khaira, already beautiful, good." Ummi looked at his son. "Isn't that Emyr?"

Emyr smiled, he was grateful, this time Ummi did not come to rebuke Khaira, but wanted to defend her. "True, Emyr is the luckiest of all husbands on earth, Ummi," she replied proudly.

Abah smiled, finally his family could have the same path: Harmonious. So did Khaira who was also smiling looking at her husband.

While Ummi's sister Fatimah, just silence no longer memahuti their words. He knew that this time Abah and Ummi Emyr already liked Khaira very much.

"Yo wes, saiki we eat together. Coincidentally, your Abah hasn't broken her fast either." Ummi looked at his son-in-law.

"Look Khaira, Ummi deliberately save a lot of energy, just for your masakin with Emyr. This soup is good for fertility. Hopefully, you guys quickly give Ummi another grandchild."

"Aamiin..," continued Abah. He was most hopeful, Emyr gave him a grandson. All the grandchildren of Hilman and Zivanna are female.

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

Time has shown at half eleven o'clock in the evening. Emyr just finished a zoom meeting with his partner.

On her new bridal bed, Khaira curled up in a blanket, with her eyes open empty. Not asleep, obviously, Khaira was busy daydreaming.

"Darling why?" Emyr went into the blanket, looked at Khaira's face, and hugged her from behind. "Not slept?"

Khaira shifted her body, in order to be able to look at her husband. A pinch of hair that covered part of his face, removed his peaceful hand of Emyr.

"I'm scared, Emyr."

"Khai is afraid, Khai can never be a good wife for you. You see for yourself, cook ajah Khaira can't." The married girl nodded.

Emyr chuckles casually. "Darling... A good wife doesn't have to be good at cooking, does she?"

Khaira knew, Emyr said so just to comfort himself. "May Khaira ask your past?" he asked, Emyr nodded.

"Adeeva can cook?" Emyr nodded back. "Do you like the cooking?"

"Hm." Back, Emyr nodded to confirm it. Lie, if Emyr says no, because in fact she feels Adeeva is good at pleasing her stomach.

Knowing that, of course, makes Khaira increasingly lost her confidence. "I can't even open a container from the fridge."

Emyr laughed a little. "It's not the purpose of marriage, is it,? Because the one who is obligated to provide is your husband, Iaaang."

Khaira pursed her lips.

"If the wife can't cook, can't wash, can't improve, and the husband can afford the waiter's rent, why not?"

"Unless your husband has a lot of work outside, while his salary is mediocre, the wife can help ease the burden of her husband, by cooking herself, washing herself and so on. It all counts as a separate worship for the wife."

Khaira grunts. "That's because you've lived abroad! That's why I said that!"

Emyr chuckles. "Hey, what we were talking about earlier, it's the law of fiction, honey." He combed Khaira's entire face with his index finger, from his forehead, nose, to his chin. "Do you want to know what the wife's obligations are?" tanyanya whispers.

"Hmm" nodded Khaira.

Emyr grinned while unbuttoning his wife's pajamas. "One of the duties of the wife, understand in bed."

Khaira gave a small laugh. "I smell manipulation here" he said.

Emyr. "really. The prophet shalallahu alaihi wasallam said; if a man takes his wife to bed, then the wife is reluctant to fulfill it, then the angel will curse her until dawn'. That's the Bukhori Muslim tradition. So where's the manipulation?"

"Okay Khai believes, but Khai believes more, you use this hadith to make mode!"

"That's not a problem, you're my wife!" refute Emyr as he chuckles. He continued unbuttoning under it, until not a single thread that Emyr left on the smooth skin of his wife, as well as himself.

Khaira smiled, just worthy of Emyr's expression when she found the face in her bag different. So apparently, there's a shrimp behind the basin.

"So how? Ready-to-duty?" Emyr whispers affectionately.

Khaira belittle to hear that, in addition to resigning to the treatment of her husband, Khaira does not have enough reason to refuse. Khaira was closed, feeling the kiss for the sake of the kiss that combed the entire curve of his body.

That peaceful eye gaze continued towards Khaira's blue bead. There is sincerity, also madness that adorns it. "I love you."

Khaira lowered her chest. The chest that his Emyr controlled. And starting with basmalah, Emyr began to take action.

He had dreamed of this for a long time, and tonight's opportunity will not be wasted again.

"Oh eugh!" Khaira flinched, now the palpable hand of Emyr had dared to touch his most precious possession. Under the covers, Emyr's touch was so crazy.

Khaira was wide-eyed, after enough to drive her crazy for her wild kisses and squeeze. Emyr adds to their romance by slowly opening the seal.

No doubt, Emyr graduated from medicine, he understood exactly what he had to do, so as not to leave excessive pain.

It was a long time ago, but he had to be patient. Because for him, the comfort of Khaira is the top priority. "Emyr!" But the hymen, would end up sick if torn, Khaira shook her head in pain.

"Relax, I'm slow." Emyr whispered back. "While it's my first, I hope I don't hurt you," he groaned a little, then roared with a roaring breath.

Amidst Emyr's roar, Khaira frowned strongly. What was Emyr talking about? Firrst? "you mean? Who's first, Emyr?" his sigh.

Emyr chuckles in between his efforts. "You're the first one, I touch it like this." Those sedu eyes were soothing to Khaira.

"Then Adeeva?"

Emyr. "I once said. In the slightest, I didn't think of touching it, I'm just yours, Shanshan."

The kissed eyes of Khaira who set aside the newness. Khaira was flattered, even up to eight months of marrying another woman, Emyr remained loyal to her; keeping, the integrity of her virginity.

"Aghhh!" Escaping the screeches that Emyr was holding, he dropped the sweat from his eye pellets, then hit Khaira's vibrating lips.

Emyr knew it was a happy cry, this time he would not forbid his wife to shed tears. The girl was made a woman by him.

As if indifferent to Khaira's cry, Emyr continued the night duty for the first time.

Under the thick blanket, the sweat of the two blended into one. The loudness and the squeaking of the bed, became the most dominant among the other sounds.

Occasionally Khaira complains of pain, but no doubt, no matter how sick it is, still more pleasure that makes Khaira not want to end it.

Minutes, many times the action. In this regard, Khaira continues to guide Emyr, to continue his brutal friction. The flower does not wither, but rather blooms...

...This chapter has been revised many times, finally it can also be...😪...