You're Not the First

Urged

Basofi entered Sofiyah's room next to the living room. He had entered Sofiyah's room before but at that time he only focused on Aya who was fainting and did not pay attention to the contents of the room the little girl clearly.

There were only two small bedrooms in the narrow house. Even the size of the bedroom is not bigger than the bathroom owned by Basofi.

As soon as he opened Aya's room, the first thing he saw was an open window refracting light and becoming an air exchange channel. There was nothing special in the girl's room that he used to work in. There is only a cot with a small mattress on it then a cabinet box that has a medium-sized Qur'an mushaf in a position leaning against the wall. When his head looked up, there were some clothes Aya hung with a hanger in the corner of the room.

Basofi hurriedly opened the cabinet box to see what was there. In the first box were several small boxes neatly arranged inside. Then Basofi opened the second and third boxes that turned out to contain Sofiyah's clothes.

Basofi was curious where Sofiyah put the cover items of her assets. He looked back at the top box and opened a small box in it that turned out to contain a woman's twisting. Brooches, safety pins and ribbons.

"Ko....!" There was the voice of Sofiyah who was looking for her, calling out in a rather loud voice.

"I'm here, Ay....!" Shouted Basofi answering.

Basofi, who had not lost his curiosity, opened another small box and found the scrolls of neatly arranged cloth that he had never seen. The man who only wore a towel took the scroll and spread it wide with both hands.

He swallowed his saliva when he saw a light blue triangular cloth that was different from what he often saw. Usually belongs to the partners of the bed patterned lace sometimes only the rope that covers the front is a small triangle. Sofiyah's triangular fabric is plain there is no sensual touch at all but Basofi did not even blink when he saw it.

Suddenly Sofiyah was already in the doorway and her narrow eyes were wide open to see her personal belongings on display right in front of the eyes of the man who was half-time**** that.

The embarrassed and nervous Sofiya closed the door so that her mother would not hear their conversation and did not misunderstand what was going on.

Basofi who heard the door being closed by someone reflexively turned around and hid the item he had been researching carefully behind his body. It is exactly like a thief who is caught stealing and must be ready to be tried. The two hands behind his tailbone squeezed tightly into the cloth out of nervousness. He hoped that the girl in front of him would not see what was in his grasp.

Plastic containing clothes belonging to Basofi was thrown Aya just like that.

"D-I....?" He said he was nervous to see the look on Sofiyah's face flushed red with anger.

"Co... What's in your hand?" Said the real Sofiyah already knew what kind of thing the handsome man was hiding that now looked annoying.

"N-nothing..." He said while showing his right hand in front of Sofiyah and flipping her empty palm while the triangular cloth was in the grip of his left hand which was still hiding behind his body.

Alternately now his left hand is shown in front of Sofiyah while the blue triangle is in the right hand grip behind the tailbone.

Sofiyah's face red blushed, she was very embarrassed because her clothes*l*m was instead held tightly by Basofi visible from the man's arms that bulged like he was gripping something.

The girl approached Basofi to pick up her belongings no matter what, even though Basofi was in a swallow**ng chest. All he had in mind was his triangle cloth.

"L-Yeah...!" Basofi's hair bristled as Sofiyah approached him and tried to reach her hand hidden behind her back. Hot air crawled his skin.

"Return mine...."Said Sofiyah in a hoarse voice.

"I-this is mine..."Basofi was not aware of what his mouth was saying. His hand that was holding the triangular cloth was lifted up high so that Sofiyah could not reach it.

The little girl jumped up and down trying to reach Basofi's hand which was instead moved to the right and to the left so that it could not reach Sofiyah's small hand.

The pressed Basofi continued to retreat backwards until his back was attached to the wall. With a quick movement of his hand that was still grasping the mystery cloth was directed to the back of the back attached to the wall so that Sofiyah no longer intended to take it.

Now Sofiyah's position is like hugging Basofi and looks like a girl who is lusted because her smooth cheeks have been attached to the chest of the man who looks reluctant to return the embrace of the girl because both hands are behind his back.

Basofi closed his eyes as his blood rippled feeling the turmoil from within him.

"What are you doing?" The mother said when opening her daughter's room and found her daughter and future daughter-in-law in such an intimate position.

Sofiyah immediately released her hand from the man's body while rubbing her already watery eyes.

The middle-aged woman who had just woken up due to the noise of the two tried to restore her unconscious mind completely.

"Assynolt...."

"Excuse me.,..!"

The noisy sound of the living room made the residents of the house who were tense to take each other's eyes . Mami Sofiyah was forced to step on her still weak legs, walking towards the front while thinking what really happened to her daughter and future daughter-in-law.

Meanwhile Basofi who saw Aya crying felt guilty and immediately pushed the object from earlier in his hand tightly into the hands of Sofiyah.

An angry Sofiyah instead threw her crucial item in Basofi's face and immediately came out of her room while stomping her feet. He was upset and angry and a few seconds later Aya remembered what she had just thrown into the face of the person she was betrothed to. His face turned red, he closed his face muttering, stupid...

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"Son Daniel......" Say hello to a teenage boy who is now standing outside the house while putting things on the porch.

"Mistress mi...." Daniel said while kissing the back of Sofiyah's mom's hand. " Mama's sorry for not being able to come here right now. Maybe later tonight with the same papa" he explained.

"It's okay, son. Tell mommy thank you so much!"

"Sama-sama mi.. don't hesitate we are a family mi..." Answer Daniel kindly.

The teenager then directed the workers to move the items sent by the mother.

Outside the gate there are three box cars stopped in front of the mosque area . The passers-by looked in astonishment and made the road not so wide narrower.

The workers then immediately transported various foods and packages of basic food to the residence of Sofiyah and her mother. The narrow house did not fit with a variety of food, berkatan also sembako sent by her mother Basofi.

Sofiya came out with her eyes puffy and Daniel who saw her was immediately anxious.

"Are you ok?" daniel asked as he watched Sofiyah closely.

"Yes I am fine. What do you mean?"