Wrong Khitbah
70. SK 2: CALL OF DEAR
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"Come here.."
DEG!
"What's gonna happen?" Inner Zahwa. He is very nervous at the moment.
Seeing his wife flinch, he called her back.
"Queen..come here" said Akhtar softly.
Zahwa's blood rippled instantly. The feathers goosebumps. It was extremely terrifying in his hearing at this moment.
Slowly he stepped his feet closer to the man who is now legally his husband.
He chuckled as Akhtar touched both his shoulders. Then lead her to sit on the edge of her Queen-size bed.
Slowly his chin was raised and now they were staring at each other. Akhtar's hand was ready to open the Zahwa hijab.
"Can?"
Zahwa swallowed the weight of his saliva. Then nodded slowly.
The hijab opens with Zahwa's beautiful black hair stretching to his lower waist.
"Ma Shay Allah, what a beautiful creation you are Ya Rabb" said Akhtar to make Zahwa look down embarrassed.
Akhtar was fascinated to see the beauty of his wife
He closed himself to Zahwa. Then pull Zahwa's head and position Zahwa's crown just below his lips.
His lips moved to recite prayers in his wife's crown.
اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّيْ أَسْأَلُكَ أَنْ تَحَفَظَ زَوْجَتِيْ مِنَ الْفِتَنِ ظَاهِرِهَا وَبَاطِنِهَا، وَأَنْ تَرْزُقَهَا رِزْقاً حَلَالاً، وَأَنْ تَجْعَلَهَا لِيْ خَيْرَ الزَّوْجَاتِ، وَأَنْ تَجْعَلَنِيْ لَهَا خَيْرَ الْأَزْوَاجِ.
“Yes Allah, I ask You, keep my wife from birth and inner slander. Bounty it rizki halal. Make her the best wife for me and make me the best husband for her.”
Then he blew the tubers and kissed them. And switch on Zahwa's forehead. He kissed his wife for a long time. Trying to control the feeling and heartbeat of both of them who beat unreasonably.
"His heart rate sounds so clear and powerful, I think it's just me "inner Zahwa while permeating every beat of it.
Because Akhtar was taller than him, so his position was fitting to hear his heartbeat.
Akhtar led Zahwa into the middle of the bed.
Zahwa was very confused as to what would happen after this. On the other hand he does not want to be disobedient but on the other hand as well.akhh.
"K-kak.." hold Zahwa when Akhtar wants to lay Zahwa on the pillow he has stacked.
Akhtar looked at Zahwa who seemed to want to say something.
"Yes?"
"Ki-ki-we ma-mau what.eh ka-kak want what em.a- "
"What do we want? Hm?" Ask Akhtar teasingly
The blush! Zahwa's cheeks flushed for a moment. Makes Akhtar gnashy.
The cup!
One kiss landed on his cheek. He's getting down his heart doesn't feel strong.
"Hey.don't look down baby..."
Zahwa raised his face a little.just se in the kit.
The cup!
One kiss landed on the cheek next to her.
He looked up, their views clashing. Again Zahwa lost, only a few seconds he had cut off his sight. Her husband's eagle eyes were so sweeping she couldn't.
Akhtar smiled faintly. Then lay her body. Her hands acheively stroked Zahwa's extremely fine and soft hair occasionally to kiss and sniff her.
"Scent!" Inwardly
"Queenis..." Call Akhtar
"I-iya brother"
"The call can be changed no? I am not Bang Azzam" Akhtar said, making Zahwa think hard
"What should I call him?" Zahwa murmured in his heart.
"Then?"
"Whatever. Only when we're both"
"All right"
Akhtar let Zahwa think about his calling.
Suddenly he pulled Zahwa's hand and lay side-by-side against him.
The pile of pillows in the stacking Akhtar to be a little high, plus the cushion is soft, very comfortable.
"Why did I refuse to know how comfortable it is" Zahwa said.
Akhtar looked at him and kissed Zahwa on his face. Zahwa's cheeks that contain making Akhtar addicted to kissing and menoel-noel.
"That's... Bib..it..." Zahwa kegelian.
Hearing that Akhtar smiled happily. Zahwa misinterpreted that smile. It inched slightly away as Akhtar pulled himself closer.
"Eh?..Bib. pardon me, I can't.a-I.." said Zahwa stammering there was fear in his heart.
"What's wrong? Calm down.."
"But Bib.a-I'm like"
"I won't do it" Akhtar said, quickly pulling Zahwa, who was still in his arms.
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FLASHBACKS
When Akhtar finished the bath, he came out and did not see his wife there. He explored Zahwa's room to his dressing room. He found nothing he could wear.
Until his eyes stared at a wrapper of sacred objects in a garbage can that was not closed.
"Sabar Zi.not yet at the moment" he muttered his chest.
FLASHBACK OFF
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The conscious Zahwa felt comfortable in the embrace. Both of them quietly enjoy and permeate every flowing taste, berkasbih in rhythm with the beating heart beat.
"Thank you for accepting me" Akhtar said, breaking the silence.
He loosened his arms and looked in Zahwa's eyes.
" Why choose me?" Ask Zahwa
"Li anna ana uhibbuki"
The deg!
"How can you?"
"Qodarullah" Akhtar briefly smiled sweetly
It stupefied Zahwa.
"Why accept me" asked Akhtar back
"Taqdir" said Zahwa more briefly reply Akhtar
"Hmm...???" Akhtar narrowed his eyes, realizing he was being countered by his wife
Unexpectedly, he tickled Zahwa's waist making Zahwa shocked.
"Aaa.ahahaha Bib...already Bib..Bib..had been.." said Zahwa kegelian.
Akhtar stopped his activities and pulled Zahwa's waist.
"Ehehee sorry. I chose you because Habib himself was present" Zahwa said
"Hm??" Akhtar furrowed his brows.
"Every time I'm istikharah, Habib comes into my dreams" Zahwa explained with a smile.
"Mom.."
"Hem?"
"Mom..I am a woman of many shortcomings, one day when I forget my duty please remind me, and when I wrongly rebuke me in your way and when I am angry, please face me with your patience. Soften me with your woo. So that I can always be like an angel of heaven.
May I be able to obey what you command and may I be able to be a good wife and Shalehah for you.
I'm not gonna demand anything from you. I just want you to be my priest and lead me and our children to His Jannah." Zahwa stared at the pitch-black bead. Not feeling a drop of her tears slide from her beautiful eyes.
Akhtar smiled, and wiped away those tears.
The cup!
He kissed the tip of his wife's nose. And rubbed his cheek gently.
"I will try to make you happy, make you comfortable living with me. I will try to guide you, be a good priest to you and be a good Father to our children.
We will learn together to hope for His Ridho and together towards His jannah" Akhtar said
"Ana uhibbuka. Since Habib made a sacred promise before God and took responsibility for me to Father"
" Ana uhibbuki fillah, since the first time you heard your name and voice" Akhtar replied
Zahwa nodded, looking at Akhtar for an explanation.
"Here, don't think about it. Zaujati.we sleep yes. Here" Akhtar said ignoring Zahwa's gaze and raised Zahwa's head and placed it on his arm.
"Dad..." Rengek Zahwa
"All right.tomorrow Queen.." Akhtqr pulled the blanket
The cup! His forehead was targeted.
"Already, let's go to sleep" said Akhtar holding Zahwa
Both read the readings and prayers before going to bed each in the heart.
The mat! Lights off.
Although a bit stiff but both try to accept and act ordinary. Although in her very deg deg an.
1 hour passed but the two were still awake, no one could sleep. They used to sleep on their own, but this time it was a bit different and made a strange noise so they could not fall asleep.
"Why haven't the Queen slept yet" Akhtar muttered as he felt Zahwa trying to get out of his arms.
"Hmm? Bib hasn't slept yet? I can't sleep, I-it's still awkward" Zahwa said honestly
"Sama" Akhtar's inner
"Alright here, closer" Zahwa said.
Akhtar stroked Zahwa's hair and recited shalawat to him.
"Ma is Allah.." Zahwa was touched by the sweet voice of her husband.
A few dozen minutes later he fell asleep after hearing the prayer. Feeling the regular breath of his wife he stopped his reading and followed her to dreamland.
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