Wife For Faith

Chapter 32

"Why am I so clumsy as a gini, huh?" The man's hand held the part of his chest that was covered by a plain black T-shirt, while feeling every pounding that occurred inside there.

Aiman could even hear the sound of his own heart beating and this was very strange. A rough gust of breath came out from his sharp nose, then the net looked at the reflection of a fresh face that was nervous. That's really quite disturbing.

"Hey, Man! You are no longer a bachelor who just got married the first time. So, don't let it go, huh!" nagging Aiman, while pointing at the reflection of his face in the mirror with his index finger.

"Keep, this too. Why am I talking to myself here. I better get out of the room before he thinks I'm sleeping in the bathroom. Aish, I don't like this feeling,” he added with a half annoyed, but also thrilling face.

Too long grumbling, Aiman was unconscious already inside the bathroom thirty minutes. Enough time to make a Fatimah wonder in her heart. When the man's legs came out the door, he was surprised by the appearance of his wife still wearing their wedding dress.

His forehead was faintly wrinkled. But when their eyes meet each other, Aiman can feel the turmoil that is sweeping the heart of the woman. The man's lips also snorted amusedly.

“Why not change?” aiman asked, actually he knew what was going on, but chose to pretend not to know.

Fatimah bit her lower lip, while smiling stiffly. His head was tilted when doubt struck. He stared at the reflection of Aiman's body standing in front of the bathroom door. “I-ni zipper ba-junya stuck,” answer stamped.

Fatimah did not dare to look forward anymore. Really, he felt embarrassed and also afraid of being considered stupid because such a thing alone could not be done alone. However, the woman was not looking for an opportunity in constriction, this pin was indeed locking the zipper of her dress, not making up.

“Oh.”

The answer was able to make the hand that was still holding the zipper part of her dress immediately stop. Her head looked up again to see her husband's face. However, the decision actually made him meet red.

Slowly Aiman stepped closer to his wife, then when he was standing right behind Fatimah's body. The two of them fell silent as the reflection of the glass in front of them revealed two newlyweds who were still equally awkward.

Fatimah looked down because she was powerless if she had to look at her new husband's face for a long time. His blood rippled, even the butterflies in his stomach seemed to tickle because it flew to give a quite strange effect.

“Or, you want to sleep with this dress until morning?” It seemed that Aiman was getting impatient because Fatimah was thinking too long.

The still complete head contact with the light purple veil shook in panic. The nude-colored lips instantly pursed. “No, Sir!” he shouted involuntarily, after which both of his palms were used to cover his mouth.

His face looks guilty. “Sorry, it didn't mean that. But–”

“Iya I know. Then can I help you?” Aiman seger amemotong Fatimah's. The man knew that his wife was just too surprised to make him scream. He could understand because he was just as nervous.

Both in rooms with new status. Of course, it is not an easy matter to be overcome by two strangers, especially he clearly knows what the next thing they usually do later.

Fatimah held her breath as her husband's fingers were behind her. He clenched his hands tightly when there was an electric shock when the hand accidentally touched the skin of his back.

OH, MYGOD. Why is this feeling so thrilling? Is this really natural to feel by me?

Aiman himself was holding his breath when the skin of his hand accidentally touched the skin of his wife's back. He didn't do it on purpose, but the effect really made something down there react.

Si4lb. What is the effect of that? Until it made me like this.