WRONG MARRIAGE

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Arkhan walked in the corridor with wide steps. His spirit grew when he heard the warden saying that his wife was going to meet. Along the way, he had been eager to hug Zalfa. It had been a week since the last time Zalfa had ransacked him. And lately it was Mari who swiped it in the cell. Of course Arkhan already missed Zalfa a lot. A week feels like a month.

Arkhan's body staggered backward when hit by a woman before he could sit on a chair. Just a step into the room of purification, the woman had already hugged him tightly. Zalpha.

Oh…

Arkhan returned the embrace very tightly. Letting the blood flow in his body like fused with happiness. His eyes closed, his hands stroking Zalfa's back. Hugs are like uniting the souls of both. His burning longing melted down.

Zalfa buried her face in the chest of her husband's field. The response of his organs like being revealed what he felt, that his longing was already very heavy.

A warm hug lasts for a few minutes, without talking. The two have understood each other, like revealing each other through their body movements, that they love each other, miss each other, need each other. The heartbeats of the two are like fused together. Both can feel the opponent's beat.

“Mas Arkhan!” This was the first time Zalfa had opened his voice.

Arkhan still closed his eyes, without answering. He wanted to enjoy it for a few more minutes.

“I kangen,” Og Zalfa with a smile.

“I also.” Arkhan tightened his embrace as Zalfa wanted to break away from Arkhan's arm loop.

Zalfa relented, allowing the embrace to last for several minutes. Until the time Arkhan took off his embrace, the man looked at his wife's beautiful face carefully. The face is now adorned with a sweet smile. No longer as glum as it already is.

“You look different tonight,” Arkhan said.

“What is it?” challenge Zalfa with raised eyebrows.

The corner of Arkhan's lips was attracted slightly, finally his wife smiled as well. “Last-lately you didn't come here. And Mama said you were not well. Don't make me a burden to make you sick to think of me. You don't want me to add to your sins and cause you pain, do you?”

“Not. That's not real.”

“What pain?” Ask Arkhan.

“God has entrusted us to have a baby. Here, there's our son.” Zalfa pulled Arkhan's hand and pressed the man's palm onto the surface of his stomach.

Arkhan. “But I've been in jail for over a month, how did you get pregnant?”

Plaque!

This was the second time Zalfa had landed a small slap into Arkhan's cheek.

“Sembrono! What do you consider me to say that? My gestational age is two months.” Zalfa pouting.

Arkhan. He really can't talk anymore. It turns out that God still believes him by entrusting the trust of the child to him through Zalfa. Arkhan's body was trembling. Heart's wet. He knelt before Zalfa. His hands touched Zalfa's hips, his face advanced and his lips landed on Zalfa's stomach surface.

Zalfa's suddenly watery eyes saw Arkhan's response. It's moved. The touch of Arkhan's lips on the surface of his stomach was like an electric shock in his bloodstream. Although the kiss was blocked by her clothes, but still Arkhan's touch was thrilling.

“Allahu Akbar!” arkhan whispers in Zalfa's stomach. “Be a good boy!” he very long pasted his face on the surface of Zalfa's belly. I still don't believe, God is Great. “Can I be a father figure?” whiskey Arkhan.

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