WRONG MARRIAGE

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In the room, Zalfa read the Al Qur’an app on his phone. Surat An Naba’ is beautiful. He sat on the side of the bed. It has been almost half an hour he spent reading the Qur’an after finishing the bath with a beautiful appearance. Blue color gamis wrapped her body, matching color hijab wrapped around her head.

Zalfa stopped reading and glanced at Arkhan who was still asleep with a reclining position and without clothes. The man had not worn a shirt all night while asleep until his body was exposed. The blanket closes to the stomach. After dawn prayers, Arkhan returned to bed and fell asleep.

Zalfa wanted to ban the activity, but he understood Arkhan's condition, who may have been tired and exhausted after months in detention. Sleeping in detention is different from sleeping at home. The comfort of the atmosphere in the room makes Arkhan delicately fall asleep soundly.

Zalfa looked at the clock on his phone, it was already half-eight. He raised his hand and stuck it out toward Arkhan about to wake the man up, he touched Arkhan's arm, pressed his cheek against Arkhan's chest, then rubbed gently on the man's chest.

“Mas Arkhan, this is no longer the time for you to sleep. Come on get up, baby!” Zalfa looked at Arkhan's tightly closed eyes.

No response from Arkhan. The body did not even move at all, only his breath showed that the man was alive.

“Halo, Mas Arkhan!” Zalfa stroked the chest of the Arkhan field with a slightly stronger elusan, but it still produced nothing. Arkhan still looks comfortable and does not feel disturbed.

Aha. Zalfa has an idea. If all the effort did not pay off, then he would have to awaken Arkhan in a more telling manner.

Zalfa landed her lips against Arkhan's chest and began to give a gentle kiss. It didn't take long, Arkhan moved his head, his hands raised and fumbled. The corner of his lips was attracted slightly as his palm found half of Zalfa's body on it. He wrapped one of his sturdy arms around Zalfa's back and stroked back.

Behold, Arkhan was still closing his eyes even though he was aware of what he was doing, hugging Zalfa and even stroking Zalfa's back. His eyes felt heavy to open.

“Stop!” pinta Arkhan when Zalfa's lips were already on his neck. He turned his body tilted to the left so that Zalfa's body in his arms was lifted and lying on his side, still in Arkhan's arms. “You said that you can't be touched at the moment, but you're begging me again,” murmured Arkhan in an indistinct voice due to the attacking drowsiness.

“I just woke you up. After that, you were built not wake-up since earlier.”

Arkhan did not answer. He seemed lazy to respond and went back to sleep again.

“Mas Arkhan! Let's wake!” Zalfa patted the coiled arm on his stomach.

“It's ready for noon.”

“Hmm.” Arkhan muttered again.

“Yes, I woke up myself. I'm going to cook. I haven't cooked since.” Zalfa wanted to get up, but Arkhan's sturdy arm that was coiled around his body was hugging tightly. “Mas Arkhan, lastin! My intention is to wake up you are even taught to sleep again.”

The corner of Arkhan's lips was again attracted even though the eyelids were still tightly closed. He raised his arm and removed the circle from Zalfa's body.

Anxious to see Arkhan still coolly closing his eyes, Zalfa landed his lips on Arkhan's lips while one of his hands pinched Arkhan's hard belly. The pinch did not produce any response from Arkhan, but Zalfa's kiss was instantly struck by Arkhan.

Zalfa distanced himself from Arkhan shortly after Arkhan returned his kiss. He got off the bed and left the room with a small laugh, letting Arkhan who was still continuing his sleep.

Zalfa to the kitchen. He put up an apron and headed for the refrigerator to pick up the ingredients to be cooked. He was interested in taking fish and sausages, as well as chilies and other ingredients.

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