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KAYLA❤ POV
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My name is Kayla, the ordinary girl who longs for a man's love. I didn't think I could fall in love, with a young man who had a charm that captivated women. At first, I think this feeling is just a wind and then it will disappear along the way of time.
But somehow the man always gives comfort when I doubt, gives confidence when I'm fragile.
Rayhan's name, the man who was once the idol of the college dream of girls. A handsome man, with dimples and lashes becomes the main attraction that adds to his good looks. It was not an easy thing for our love journey, so many obstacles that we had to go through. Ah, I do not need to tell you how my struggle and beloved husband to unite and sail the ark of this household.
The sound of birds chirping out there sayup heard, the occasional roar of the engine of a neighboring car was heard. I rubbed my eyes, adjusting the light that hit the cornea. The clock turns out to be still at 04:30, soon dawn.
Screaming the man beside me, he was sound asleep hugging my waist tightly. I smiled, then brought her face closer.
I noticed that peaceful calm face that was sleeping, her beautiful eyelashes were really charming. His thin pink lips are also so dazzling, although I have valid status of his wife sometimes I am still khilaf and look at this handsome face praising how beautiful God's creation is. However, I am grateful that he is my husband, my lawful imam. So I did not fall into sin because I was often fascinated by this man.
I slowly exhaled softly on his face, Rayhan wriggling as if annoyed with what I was humiliating.
"Mas, wake up soon for morning prayers." My whisper is slow in her ear.
"Hm." Only so the response, sometimes I feel annoyed when the magic study of this one has come out. Just imagine, like the word I've spoken at length from the letters A to Z, and he just replied with deheman and a nod of the head. However, I was happy that it became the hallmark of a Rayhan.
"Mass, let's wake up and pray at dawn." Call me again while shaking his shoulder.
"Beauty soon, I'm still sleepy." His reply while tightening a hug on my waist.
Aware of the situation, as fast as lightning I hit the blanket and ran towards the bathroom to ablution. You know, if it had been so Rayhan would have just been looking for an excuse to prolong his sleep.
The voice of Azaan reverberated, I had put on my face and prepared to wait for my priest to pray together.
"Darling!" Call Rayhan who just came out of the bathroom. I looked over, looking at her like she was having trouble wearing her shirt.
"His shirt buttons are hard to put on." Her whining is spoiled, making me smile amusedly. I approached, then carried out my duties. Wearing his clothes of course, after completion I immediately walked to look for prayer mats but again the spoiled rendition of my husband was heard.
"I'm the." His distinctive hoarse voice sounded again, with the tone made as marihuana as possible.
I exhaled in annoyance, this is when is the prayer anyway?!
"What else is it?!" Ketus ku while glancing sharply, I memorize it must be just one of his tricks to pranking me.
"The lady put up too." He said while looking down, bringing his face closer to me. Exasperated actually, but when he saw his adorable handsome face somehow can always make me feel embarrassed and misbehaved myself. Slowly, I put the peci on her head covering some of her hair. I looked up, our eyes accidentally met a glance. And you know, he rolled his eyes flirtatiously at me.
"Not to be angry." Ketusku while pinching his waist, as a diversion of my groggy taste.
Rayhan laughed, then stroked the top of my head that was already covered with mucus.
"Gesin terribly you, let's pray late near you I'm afraid khilaf hahaha."
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After the ritual of prayer and teaching, I jumped into the kitchen to cook. Rayhan returns to his dreamland with a thick blanket. We did not hire a housekeeper, as it was unanimous to study independently together.
Rayhan and I lived in an apartment that was quite luxurious, with one main room and two other rooms located on the lower floor.
I went down the stairs while tying my hair original, I need to tell if in the house I did not wear a hijab and veil. Rayhan said he actually lived with a woman or a ninja? So from then on I did not use the veil when the two were with him.
Time showed it was almost six o'clock, then I had to hurry to cook breakfast for Rayhan. Because my husband is leaving for work at seven in the morning. And you know, the spoiled man didn't even want to live the water to fill his own bath-Up, worse he even whined for clothes and ties.
It's troublesome indeed, it feels like I'm taking care of a five-year-old kid who can't do anything yet.
In the midst of my busyness with kitchen tools and spices, there was a glorious cry of the king from above.
"I'm the." His screams from inside the room could be heard clearly.
"For a while!" My mouth while slicing onions and some other spices to make fried rice. You know, I never even cooked. But since marriage, cooking is my mandatory activity every day, and the only dishes I can make are fried rice and beef eggs. I don't know if Rayhan likes her or not, she never says anything and just eats voraciously. But in my opinion, the taste of my cooking is good. Unlike before, just distinguishing sugar and refined salt I can't.
"What are you cooking?" Rayhan's voice suddenly shocked me, yet I turned to see he had hugged my waist tightly from behind. Her head was leaning against my shoulder, making my heart feel like it was floating. Either, every time I looked at Rayhan or physical contact always managed to get my heart hit by an impromptu attack.
"Fried rice haha, I can't cook a mas." I answered while looking at Rayhan who was still loyal to me. Her eyes looked serious watching my hand movements, I smiled as I looked at the spoiled behavior of my peerless husband.
"Why are you awake? Usually it's built.., too...,"
"I'm afraid, you still can't mix sugar with salt. It's not funny if the fried rice is dead again rich first." His words relaxed without burden, making me snort annoyed and then wriggling so that he let go of his embrace.
"Mas, you know that tomorrow's candy isn't the sugar I'm in but the powdered milk you want?" Ask me while looking again, he is still faithfully struggling and leaning his head on my shoulder.
Rayhan laughed, then tightened his embrace. "Your paradise is in me, if you are ungodly, you want to go to heaven?" He kissed my shoulder a few times.
"Honey..," Call Rayhan softly, I turned my head again preparing to spray her with a scolding. However, he did not have time to say anything he had already kissed my lips.
Oh my heart, you want me to have heart failure huh?!
My man in his heart, the man who just made me do heart gymnastics laughed then without feeling guilty just walk away.
"Mass! Very naughty of you, haiss I've forgotten what has entered the salt yet!" I yelled annoyed, glancing sharply at Rayhan who was chuckling at the dining table.
"Morning kiss baby, you if I don't ask you never have the initiative yourself." Rayhan replied with a happy laugh, like he had just won a lottery.
"Your face is very red, rich in burning sun. So the seneng yah can morning kiss from me?" Temptation Rayhan still with a happy smile, making me die lice do not dare to answer or turn to him.
That is the routine that we live every day at home, living the day with happiness and laughter. Although there was occasionally a small debate between me and Rayhan, we were happy. Establish halal love, if people say the term dating after marriage. Such is the happiness that we nourish every day, learning from yesterday, being grateful for the opportunity to live today and hoping that there is still tomorrow for us to establish true love until death becomes a separator later.
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