The Uninduced Heaven

Emyr Promise...

The weather is erratic, it is difficult to guess, this day is sunny, then suddenly a thick black cloud clumped.

Not long ago Emyr and Khaira got into the car, the rain was pouring down. Just now both of them covered to the resting place; performing Maghrib prayer, as well as meal breaks.

One week after the wedding reception, Khaira returns home to her husband's hometown, in an SUV that Emyr drives himself.

They were deliberately not with the bodyguards or the servants of Mr. Axel. The two agreed, enjoying the honeymoon homecoming like the people out there.

Khaira looked up, it seems that the rain this time will be longer than yesterday's rain. "Is it far from here?" The woman shuffled her eyes at her husband who was unmoved in front of the steering wheel while observing the rain around.

Khaira smiled, for some reason this late Emyr, always looks sexy. Short hair, dim eyes, full lips, clear skin, and sturdy thighs.

Ah, everything looks sexy. "Emy..."

"Yank." Emyr pranced in shock, when suddenly a touch reached his thighs and sensitive parts.

The woman smiled grinningly, this is the umpteenth time Khaira teased Emyr's faith with elusan and a swab down there.

"Well?"

"It's raining, it's quiet too." Khaira shifted her seat until it was barely interjected. Lastly, he sat on the lap of Emyr who seemed to be jolted with his action.

"What?" Emyr gulped hard his saliva, looking seriously at the palpation of Khaira's hand that crawled his field chest. "Yes greetings..," he murmured.

"It's a public place, honey." Emyr dyed, making sure around his car no humans were observing their car.

Not to mention, the inner lights that light up will make people outside more able to see the activities. Even if it rains, it is still a public place.

While inevitable, the core hardens to accept such powerful stimuli of Khaira. Moreover, the weather is quite supportive of his wife's romance activities.

"Why have you been, lately?" Occasionally forced to reply Khaira pagutan, but as much as possible to dispel the gelenyar that Khaira transfers to him.

"Khi wants to be here, now." Emyr bristled even to the point of dedicating his keenness to receiving a whisper of seductive teasing his wife.

Emyr beristighfar. "Maye hmm?"

Emyr presses Khaira's head, embracing her with tenderness. "Before soon until, at home, you can do anything," a muffling whisper.

Emyr is not a man who will obey Khaira's strange will. Making love in the car, it can be done, but not in a public place like this.

Emyr is sensitive, there is something different from his wife, there is something that does not seem to be in his control. There is a push that triggers Khaira's desire to flare up more.

Khaira. "It's right here, Hubby. I want to," he whined.

Emyr chuckled, at a time like this, Khaira could have called it Hubby. "Don't flirt." He stroked Khai's head and then kissed his forehead.

Khaira fell silent on Emyr's lap, leaning his head around his neck, trying to quell the passion that was stirring her up.

This past week, Khaira has been aggressive. And Emyr never refused, but not here and now.

Ten minutes of Emyr calmed his wife's passion, until the rain subsided. Emyr again seduced Khaira into wanting to sit back in his chair.

They still need to continue the journey that only takes half an hour from where they rest.

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

As far as the eye could see, Khaira recalled her past. The same place, the same design, also the same crowded atmosphere.

Along the corridor, Khaira found young men dressed in santri, they seemed to enjoy the night.

Various activities can also be seen on each side; some are chanting something memorized, some are reading scripture, some are getting Ta'zir (punishment).

The difference is, today the arrival of Khaira was welcomed nicely by the boarding managers. For, Dhiya Khaira, was already the wife of their handsome Gus: Emyr dzemir.

Emyr's childhood room, the place that Khaira naungi is today. While waiting for Emyr to come out of the bathroom, Khaira wanders with whatever is available.

Khaira's eyes split, listening every inch of the room which only measures four times six for the room area which already includes a small bathroom in the corner of the place.

There is only one Queen size bed, one two-door closet, one study table that can be folded and all made of teak wood carved Jepara.

Emyr said, nothing ever changed from this room, it's always the same year after year. And since Emyr went to college, this room has been rarely occupied.

Unsatisfied with seeing Emyr's old books, Khaira also approached the wall adorned with pictures of Emyr's childhood.

Khaira smiled as she combed through the rows of photos of Emyr transformations from year to year.

All the photos of Emyr before college, still looks sweet, and well, it must be admitted that Emyr is the most handsome compared to other students.

"Darling..." Khaira glanced back. If the friendly whisper had been stuck in his ear, Khaira was ready for the next step.

Emyr came with a towel wrapped around his muscular waist. "Before isya" he asked.

Khaira only smiled as the man with the title of husband took off his head covering, he looked up after receiving a soft kiss on the skin of his neck.

"Guss..."

"Hmm?"

"Khaira laper."

Suddenly, Emyr dismissed his kiss, staring at the woman. "So what do you want to eat first? It was forced."

Khaira. "It's anu, but if the laper how can it be?" Already eating at the resting place, but Khaira already felt the rumbling.

Emyr snorted, ready in full force, and Khaira shrunk her turmoil.

"Eat first. Laper." Khaira kisses Emyr's lips, trying to ease the man's irritation, though Khaira knows, Emyr's is already in combat mode. "Gih, buyin eat, like martabak telor in front of the fence was delicious."

Dumbstruck, Emyr frowned. "Since when did you eat those fats?"

"It's new, so it's a sneak, Emyr." Khaira then rectified his call as 'Hubby'. "Tomorrow, sprawl..," his whine spoiled.

"Yes..." Faced uninspired, Emyr fixed his towel, then grabbed the clothes from inside his wooden cabinet to wear them.

Folding his hands in front of his chest, Khaira sat mesam-mesem, his eyes glued in awe, closely watching the beautiful creature from the tip of his head to the tip of his feet.

The Emyr in his eyes right now, was like not the Emyr he had known all along. A white shirt with subordinates upholstered in a sheath cloth that was also white, as well as a black peci on his head.

Instantly the aura of the man changed after putting on his fine clothes. Not sneaker shoes, but black flip-flops that Emyr wears.

It seems, this clothes is what Emyr used to wear when he was in the neighborhood of his Abah cottage. The prosecutor's Emyr is invisible, there's only Gus Emyr here.

"Why look at me like that?" Emyr's eyes followed the current of Khaira's gaze that brushed all over his body. "Is something wrong?"

"Flat." One word Khaira who made Emyr open the peck then scratched his head, flattered.

"Gus! Assalamualaikum!" The knock on the door distracts both of them. And Emyr opened it after his wife wore a hijab.

Apparently, one of the students was standing behind his wooden door. "Waalaikumusalam." Emyr's plan replied.

The young man nodded. "Gus.., Gus Emyr was told to come to Abah. He said he was told to eat together with guest guest Abah Kiyai in front," he said medok.

Emyr looked at Khaira who gave an approval answer by nodding, then again he turned the head nod to the young man.

"Say to Abah. Later, we'll be there."

"Snake, Gus." The young man left, and Emyr closed the door to his room again.

On her bed, Khaira sighed deeply and stared fixedly at her husband. "I have to get used to the culture here, right, Yank?"

Emyr smiled, his slow steps approaching Khaira, gently pulling his head, giving a sweet peck at the female Khimar shoots.

Emyr knows, there's still residual trauma lodged in Khaira's fear. "Don't be afraid Shanshan... Now, no one will insult you anymore. I promise."

📌 Hi menemen, yesterday I cuekin Emyr, so sorry...