Three Years Different
52: I Want Us to Do Worship That Should Be In Marriage, Mar
"That's what?"
Lutfan swallowed his saliva. Either Mardiyah deliberately needs to be clarified, either she does not understand. He looked at the face of the wife with a sweet, very beautiful. "Saran Umma."
"Doing a relationship ..."
Lutfan nodded.
Mardiyah looked nervous. Even unconsciously rewind as if to keep a distance from Lutfan. Then circulated the gaze around, also the window slightly opened.
"But this ... is still afternoon," said Mardiyah slowly.
Lutfan turned his gaze toward the ceiling. He knew that the sun had not yet set, not even dusk was welcome. But what's the problem? Does doing bed activities have to wait when it is dark? No. gabe. He sure doesn't.
"There's still an hour before Magrib, Mar."
For two minutes there was no reply. Lutfan looked up, saw Mardiyah's hand squeezing her robe, then looked at the beautiful face that was filled with anxiety.
She ... afraid? Or ... I was wrong? inner Lutfan who was still looking at his wife.
"Generic ..."
Lutfan awaits Mardiyah's next speech.
"You know, we don't have to do that under pressure. Then now ..." Mardiyah looked at Lutfan again. "This what?"
Lutfan was silent for a moment.
"Lo nolak?"
"No."
"Certainly? Mean lo?"
Mardiyah averted her eyes again, then looked down at her fingers. "You had to, right? If yes. I don't want to. I am not refusing. I don't want you to."
"Honestly, I had to." Lutfan swallowed his saliva, then bit his lower lip for a moment. "But I don't want to deny that either."
Seeing spontaneous Mardiyah look up. Lutfan again said, "I mean .. I want us to confess the worship that should be in the marriage, Mar."
"Now?" ask Mardiyah slowly.
"Yes. It's clean, isn't it?"
Mardiyah nodded.
In a marriage. People say that intimate relationships affect harmony. He slightly agrees. But how would it be? When to do each other's obligations without any feelings of love? He has made sure that he does not consider Lutfan as a younger brother anymore. But as a husband.
So, Lutfan? Is it true that this feeling he has for himself is more than just a Brother who loves his Brother? Indeed, sometimes he is more domineering to tempt Lutfan. But for deeper things, for mutual integration, for mutual pleasure. He needs to make sure that there are no doubts that will make him regret at the end of the journey.
"Lo was silent. If you don't want us don't have to do me--"
Mardiyah spontaneously looked. "I want. But ..."
"What?"
"I ..." Mardiyah looked straight back. "You're making sure of something."
"Mastiin what?"
Mardiyah sighed, then looked down at her fingers that had unknowingly squeezed the used robe. "I want to know ... about the feelings that ka--"
"So you've been thinking about this? I'm afraid I'm doing this without feeling. That's it?"
Mardiyah hush.
"Gue got it, Mar. I understand you're doubt---"
Mardiyah replied, "I'm just .. afraid."
You don't have to be afraid, Mar. If I could choose, I would never ask us to do this. Even if we have to do it, I will wait until you are sure about your feelings to me, the inner Lutfan who looks at Mardiyah's hand.
"I'm not against it, Lutfan."
"Gue knows. Now you're saying, what do you want to be sure of?"
"remember me. I've always known that I love you the same. Not as your brother. But as your husband, Mar." Lutfan. "Gue's never done anything to you since I knew we weren't siblings."
"But if you ask now, what do I do? ... Obviously now you're my wife, Mar. I don't need anyone's permission to touch you" Lutfan added.
Deg.
Lutfan's words were right on target. Her heart was spread, her mind was clear again considering that what her husband said was true. His hands no longer squeezed the robe, he slowly looked at the sleeping husband staring on the roof of the room, which belonged to a sparkling light.
"Then ... now?"
Mardiyah doesn't wear the robe anymore. It may not be appropriate and it will be difficult to open it if you wear clothes that are too long. So now he uses lingerie that still covers the gifts of Kak Devina and Regita. While Miss Harsa gave him complete kitchen equipment.
When circulating Mardiyah's gaze looked around dimly, the sparkling lights that were usually lit continued to be dead. Change into a sleep lamp that is actually dim, because in addition to orange light sleep lights are very minimal.
Mardiyah approached the bed. His heart could no longer be said to be normal, for he had been pounding ever since. At least if calculated there are still fifty minutes more to the magrib. If it works fast it may not take time, if slow does not work, it may fail this afternoon.
"Mar ..."
"Hm?"
Mardiyah approached, changing her sitting position right next to Lutfan with her raised hand tucking her hair behind her ear. "Why, Lutfan?" reworked.
"City ..."
Mardiyah suddenly just crawled up on it, the position of her who originally sat leaning with straight legs relaxed, spontaneously squeezing the sheets. Sometimes he swallowed his saliva, never expecting that Mardiyah had this kind of clothing. Then also ... why the charm of his wife repeatedly radiated when in this dim light?
Her hand ... Inner Lutfan when feeling Mardiyah hand felt on her chest, unbuttoned clothes one by one without realizing it had opened the joints earlier. The cold air from the air conditioner swept over his breast skin.
"Rumpy?"
Lutfan could only nod with a gaze that never escaped the slightest of Mardiyah's eyes. "Sama" continued Mardiyah.
"Lo yang-"
Mardiyah refuted, "Yes."
Mardiyah lowered her body to kiss Lutfan's left jaw. Then slowly up the slide a glance at the lips. But when you want to take off, want to move places. Lutfan held back his nape, the meeting of the two chewy things happened again. This time the more active is Lutfan, in the deep kiss by pulling himself closer. Even Lutfan's hands have dropped to touch his waist, while one of them focuses on holding his right cheek.
"Yeah."
Lutfan released a kiss, in the face of Mardiyah who lowered her head and snorted, like running out of air supply in the body. "Back of pain, Mar."
"I know" said Mardiyah, who bravely leaned her head against Lutfan's left shoulder, looking up at her husband's small ear. "But how ... how to make you--"
"Gue's hot."
Mardiyah raised her head, a smile she showed by looking at Lutfan's face in the midst of a flushed dimness.
"The one in the under--"
"Mar don't be frontal ..."
Mardiyah nodded, her hands felt on Lutfan's abdomen, then slowly went down to open the sheath that was still covering her husband's legs. After completely opening Lutfan spontaneously pulled out a blanket to cover his body and Mardiyah. His wife still wears lingerie.
"Mar ..."
"What?"
Mardiyah turned her gaze to Lutfan again. Then took one of her husband's hands, placed right on one of his twin mounds. Mardiyah thought Lutfan would be silent, but apparently not, it seems like Lutfan's instincts have worked well.
"Ah," sigh Mardiyah who then spontaneously silenced her mouth. "Ma-af."
Lutfan stopped his activity, then looked at Mardiyah for a moment. And he consciously justified his position, lifting Mardiyah a little high to make himself more comfortable under his wife.
"Mar ..."
Mardiyah silently looked at her husband.
"When it hurts ..." Lutfan rubbed the gentle mane of Mardiyah. "Don't force it."
Mardiyah nodded.
"Kiss me, Lutfan."
