
Fatimah Azzahra is the arrival of guests before the wedding day. Therefore, Aiman must be patient waiting for the wife's menstrual period to be completed. He was not a layman about such a thing. Naturally, the man was married. So, for women's business already memorized.
The cheeks are red. The woman who was still a girl played her own finger to relieve the nervous feeling. This morning after waking up. She had taken a big bath and performed the morning prayer alone because her husband had gone to the mosque near her house.
Not because her husband could make the wife pray alone, but because Aiman did not know, if Fatimah was clean. Sure, if the man knew would definitely be invited to congregate.
"Yes?" Aiman asked, not expecting much. Only, he realized if the woman's hair was wet. That's also the color of the veil. Honestly, the husband had never seen the wife remove the hijab when at home. Maybe still awkward.
The woman's head nodded slowly in response. Why am I so clumsy like this, O God? Heart's screaming.
Aiman smelled a smile. In his heart he was cheering happily because his wife was already clean. The man was confused as to what to do. Understandably, long since widowed to make it like a shy virgin lion.
Fatimah tried to neutralize the nervousness that was engulfing her heart. She had once read a book on how to serve a husband after marriage. It was done the night before the day.
She was a little embarrassed when she read it. However, if not like that, surely she will not know how to be a wife who is missed by heaven. For example by serving and serving the husband well.
Nervously, Fatimah looked up to see Aiman who had already looked at her. The Netra was covered in shame, but she tried to be brave, then both eyelids were opened. This time with a sincere smile. "Does Abi wish to practice the Sunnah of the Prophet?"
Aiman's smile also expands. His palms then framed the beautiful face of the wife. Tracing every inch of that face. The face that will accompany him every day, in joy and sorrow, rich and poor.
"What does Ummaya allow?" tanyanya gently. There is no force, let alone threat. All done on the basis of sincerity from his partner.
Fatimah was embarrassed.
Aiman could not cover up his happy feelings. Now he is smitten with the tops of his wife's head who is still wearing her hijab, then led their hands to his room. Intentionally, the man remodeled the layout of the mattress, cabinets to paint to tell, if he had made a new sheet.
Which man would not be enchanted to see the beauty and aura emitted by Fatimah Azzahra. Yes, maybe Aiman was stupid because he avoided it. However, it is all done because of respect, not lust.
Again, the woman complied. "Please, O my imam."
Aiman smiled. Then with trembling hands, the man tried to remove the safety pin that became the key of the hijab used by Fatimah slowly. When it was released, the jakun looked up and down. Butterflies in his stomach fly to make him feel amused.
"You're so beautiful, my wife. Thank you for allowing this man to see such a beautiful crown emblazoned here," Aiman said sincerely after seeing his wife's delicate mane.
The admiration lasted until they began to try to explore every inch of beauty and pleasure that would surely lead them both to the worldly peak.
Cradle the couple with beautiful and friendly words to make the morning filled with love tones that will certainly become opium. To melt into one. Achieve the peak of pleasure that they will never forget.
Now, Fatimah Azzahra has become one with Aiman Baha Baseer. They were no longer two strangers living together, but a backbone and a rib.
The activity stopped a few minutes ago. They were in the bathroom doing junub together. Cleaning from the unclean, so as not to leave the house in a state that is not clean.
When Fatimah was preparing clean clothes for Aiman. Their doorbell rang, making her new self dressed in clothing as well as her fur pants immediately take the hijab with the origin.
Before leaving the room, she asked permission from her husband who was still in the new bathroom after which her legs stepped towards the front door.
"Is that mom? Thankfully, our business is done. It would be very embarrassing, if we hadn't finished yet," he said with a clumsy smile.