Wrong Khitbah

87. DEC 2: THE FIRST DELAYED NIGHT

...There is a warning!...

...The reading slowly the monastery did not feel quickly finished. Okee ...

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#previously.

Ceklek~

Akhtar opened the door slowly. He feared that Zahwa was resting and would be disturbed by it.

He saw Zahwa standing staring at a line of books on a bookshelf in one of the special corners of his room.

With a slow step he approached Zahwa. He saw his wife was unaware of his presence. He calmly hugged Zahwa from behind.

Making his wife jerked briefly but soon Zahwa can control himself.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Akhtar's whisper placed his chin on Zahwa's shoulder.

"Not sleepy" said Zahwa stroking Akhtar's cheek that hugged him.

"Remain, not sleepy? "

Zahwa was silent for a moment. "Actually I can't sleep if you're not around, Bib.hadehh that just doesn't understand" Zahwa murmured inwardly

"Hu'um" Zahwa nodded.

"Here, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see. At first I saw all these books were eager to read it, but confused where to start" said Zahwa

"For a while, hmm. That's him. Read it" pointed Akhtar at a book.

"Ohh that one?"

"Yes"

"What's Bib about?" Ask Zahwa before taking the book.

"The stories in the time of the Prophet SAW, know the story of layla majnun, right?"

"Little"

Then Akhtar told the story where there was a madman who managed to make the Prophet laugh.

Zahwa and Akhtar laughed at this. Wanting to read another story, Zahwa grabbed the book and then dropped it off. Who would have thought, it turned out that the book was related to another book. His friends fell and fell on Zahwa's hands and feet.

"Aaa.sick Bib.." Zahwa screams very a book tip regarding the bones of his toes.

"Hold it.it's only a moment.don't make a fuss.quiet ya.." Akhtar said lifting up the thick books. When Zahwa complained of illness.

He told Zahwa to calm down so that he did not scream grimacing too loudly, if anyone heard for sure the expectations of people who heard them about the actual events happening were very different.

"Hiks.hiks..Bib.." ringis Zahwa

"Why again?" Ask Akhtar. Feeling because the thick book that covered hard he had all transported.

Zahwa pointed at his feet.

"Astaghfirullah.sorry dear.." said Akhtar then raised his leg that stepped on the feet of Zahwa who was sick. He continued to grimace the bones of his toes still hurt.

Akhtar took Zahra to sit on the toilet seat.

"Quiet dear..." Akhtar stroked Zahwa's cheek. Then massage Zahwa's feet slowly.

"Aaa.pelan-pelan Bib, sakiit.."

Without them knowing anyone heard their conversation.

Abi Firman planned to take the pesantren file in the upper room which is one floor with Akhtar's room. But when going up the third ladder last.

Abi Firman gulped his saliva the voice of that conversation. Her legs hang one in the air. He rubbed his ears and chuckled at what he had just heard.

"Ehehehe..uh...already..the base of the newlyweds!" Abi Firman.

Then Buya Firman turned right (grak!) Decided to go downstairs and undo his initial intention of going upstairs.

He thought that the child and his son-in-law were doing something on his mind since hearing the voice. He did not want to interrupt his second show and return to his room.

Arriving in the room..

"Loh Abi's? Where's the file you want to bring tomorrow?" Ask Umi Alya

"Abi, don't take it"

"Why?"

"Ka-because it's on top..."

"What, Bi? What's up above?"

"That's Umi.it.ah we have slept alone" said Buya Firman then went up to the top and embraced Umi Alya.

" Ohh...Umi tau" said Umi sumringah

"Hm?" Abi replied with closed eyes.

"We're gonna have a grandchild soon, huh, Bi?" Umi said with passion.

Buya Firman smiled small. The cup! Buya Firman kissed Umi at a glance

"We will pray" murmured Abi Firman.

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Back to the newlyweds.

"Hows it? It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" Zahwa.

Akhtar kept the eucalyptus oil on the dresser and stood behind Zahwa.

"Hijab is open yes" Akhtar's permission. Zahwa.

Yes, Zahwa wears his instant hijab because at home there are his in-laws so he wears it.

Akhtar took a comb and combed Zahwa's long hair. Don't ask how the heart is at this moment. Uncontrolled anymore, even the two can hear their heartbeats clashing.

Zahwa did not dare to look at Akhtar through the reflection of the mirror. He lowered his face.

"Finish" murmured Akhtar when he saw that Zahwa's hair was straight and neat.

Akhtar kissed Zahwa's hair, occasionally he kissed behind Zahwa's ears.

"B-Mom.geli.."

"Hm?"

"Geli Bib.." said Zahwa slowly.

Akhtar put his hand on Zahwa's shoulder.

"Queenis..."

"Yes Bib?"

"Let's pray 2 rakaat first "

Zahwa who heard it immediately connect to where Akhtar talks.

"alright... I-I want to ablute first" Akhtar took off his embrace. Zahwa quickly went to the bathroom. Arriving in the bathroom he locked it and leaned against the door while holding his chest.

"Huhh.huh.huh.ya Allah..would Habibie ask for his right now?" Inner Zahwa. He glanced at his trembling legs just like his hands.

After she calmed down a little, she cleaned herself, washed her face and brushed her teeth. After that he wudhu.

Ceklek~

Zahwa came out of the bathroom and he saw a pair of cool had been stretched and he saw Mukena who he was wearing had also been lying there.

'deservedly Habibie invited me, it turns out he saw this Mukena. Surely he knew that I was clean' Zahwa's inner wear Mukenya.

Before long Akhtar arrived already finished with his scabbard.

"Well?" Zahwa said slowly

"You've been in the bathroom a long time" Akhtar replied as if he knew what was on his wife's mind.

After that they pray sunnah 2 rakaat congregation, which they should do 1 week ago.

When the prayer was over, Akhtar turned around and gave Zahwa his hand.

Zahwa accepted it with pleasure and kissed the back of her husband's hand for a little while. Akhtar smiled. Then he touched Zahwa's forehead while reciting the prayer

“Allahummaa innii as-aluka min khairiha wa khairi maa jabaltahaa alaihi Wa ‘audzubika min syarriha wa syarri maa fiiha wa syarri maa jabaltahaa alaihi.”

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It means: "O Allah, I ask You for his own good and the good character (attitude or behavior) that he brings. And I took refuge from his ugliness (his ugliness) and the ugliness of the character (attitude or behavior) that he brought".

"Sit there" pointed Akhtar at the bed.

Gluey!

Zahwa swallowed the salivary.

"Oh my God, is it now?" His inner. Feelings of anxiety and fear now attack him but it was lost by a more domineering nervousness.

Zahwa nodded, after folding his Mukena he got on the bed and sat there according to the order of the Husband.

He bent his knees and put his hands there.

After that Akhtar came closer to him and grabbed both of his hands.

"Assalamu'alaikum ya Zaujati" said Akhtar slowly saluted his wife

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabaraktuh ya Zauj" replied Zahwa.

Akhtar smiled after that he hugged Zahwa. Both were silent for a moment. Akhtar closed his eyes astray enjoying the delicate fragrance of the perfume that Zahwa was wearing before Akhtar came.

"Darling..." Call Akhtar

"Yes dear.." replied Zahwa gently, looking up at her papa with a sweet smile. Makes Akhtar float, because it was the first time his wife called him 'honey'

" You know what? I love you so much, because He has united us. In a marriage, there can be no happy husband and wife story. Every household has its own rules"

The cup! Akhtar kissed Zahwa on the forehead to pause his speech.

" And I am confident that my choice to take you first, to live a new life in a new chapter of our lives, can solve problems well without any commotion and unwanted things. And I want you to be the one who will give birth to my descendants, take care of them, raise them lovingly, and make them a righteous and righteous child. Will you be the Ummah of my children?" Akhtar asked gently touching the qalbu.

Zahwa was touched by Akhtar's narration. Eyes glazed. His eyes looked at Akhtar's hand that was still stroking his hand. Then look back at her husband with a sweet smile.

" Of course, honey. Make me Ummah for our children" Zahwa said, wrapping his hands around Akhtar's body.

Akhtar kissed his wife's forehead long ago. The test! The tears that he had just endured had now plunged freely for a moment, out of his beautiful eyes.

"Thank you dear" Akhtar kissed Zahwa's cheeks, nose, and lastly his wife's big lips.

Zahwa was sculpting when the chewy object was now moving trying to break into the habitat of the boneless object.

She closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly, giving her husband a way to pass on the things in her mouth.

Zahwa is a person who has learned something like this in a special book at the time of the pesantren first, of course he already knows that this is the invitation of her husband to have sex with her.

Bismillah gladly accepted it, gave it her best, atoned for her guilt a week ago due to the arrival of her monthly guest.

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He flicked his wife's long hair to the side, then he kissed behind his ears, his shoulders and his wife's nape. Trying to lure his wife's orgasm.

"Hemmpt.." murmured Zahwa restrained. Indeed, his sensitive body base, immediately reacted when Akhtar did that.

"B-bib.." said Zahwa softly barely audible as Akhtar held him.

"Who's baby..?" Akhtar

Zahwa just nodded.

The mat! Lights out. Only the sleeping lights are on. Making lighting very minimal.

'Bismillah' Akhtar pulled the blanket and opened one by one his wife's clothes and immediately folded it even though it was not folded neatly. When his wife was innocent

"Do it.." pinta Akhtar. Zahwa who understood just nodded.

Resisting her embarrassment and nervousness, she slowly took off her husband's clothes as well which were immediately folded and they put them on the floor.

Both of them were in a blankets. Akhtar placed a pillow under Zahwa and took a cloth to cover the heads of the two.

After it's done. Akhtar brought his aunt closer to Zahwa's ear, then led her to recite the prayer together before giving thanks' .

بِسْمِ اللهِ اَللَّهُمَّ جَنِّبْنَا الشَّيْطَانَ وَجَنِّبِ الشَّيْطَانَ مَا رَزَقْتَنَا

Latin: Bismillahi Allahumma jannibnaas syaithoona wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa.

Meaning: “By mentioning the name of Allah, O Allah keep us from (disturbance) demons and keep demons from the sustenance You bestowed upon us.”

After feeling his wife was ready for his gauli, Akhtar tied her body to Zahwa. With a thumping feeling, Slowly he opened his wife's thighs wide. Making Zahwa resist embarrassment and hide his face behind his palms.

Akhtar read ta’awudz and basmalah. After that try to enter his wife for the first time.

"honey.sorry it might hurt a little" whispered Akhtar. Zahwa nodded and was already preparing to wait for her husband's presence.

Zahwa mer*mas bed linen on both sides to channel the pain that radiates at the bottom of her

"Beauty your voice, baby... " Pinta Akhtar

The room that was cold by AC is now turned sultry by the two humans who occupy it.

Worship that brings pleasure to two sons of man who have been lawful, has been done. Akhtar has given his inner living to Zahwa.

اَلْحَمْدُلِلَّهِ الَّذِيْ خَلَقَ مِنَ الْمَاءِ بَشَرًا فَجَعَلَهُ نَسَبًا وَصهْرًا وَكَانَ رُبُّكَ قَدِيْرًا

“All praise belongs to God who created man from water, and then made him a descendant and a delusion. And is your Lord Almighty.”

Akhtar dhikir in heart as he gave the seeds of his love to his wife.

After that Akhtar kissed the old sitri's forehead.

"Thank you dear.Thank you for keeping your honor only for your husband. May in here soon grow up the righteous descendants. Aamiin" said Akhtar sincerely while gently rubbing Zahwa's stomach.

"Beloved together. Aamiin" replied Zahwa lirih. And closed his eyes for a moment.

The upper room, in the house of Ndalem, the Al-Anshor boarding school house bears silent witness to the long night that the newlyweds passed.

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