You're Not the First

husband and wife

Basofi came out of the bathroom using only a short towel that could only cover the area under the navel and a little thigh. There was no awkwardness when Sofiyah saw him instead she walked normally to the room as if she was a photo model who did a special fashion show towel.

Sofiyah who was still sitting there gulped while looking away at the beautiful scenery in front of her eyes. Although not plaid but the stomach and skin of Basofi smooth without tattoos as ever imagined by Sofiyah.

Sofiya hit the wind as her husband had already entered her room.

"So, fear call. Ay Aya ...Ay. u...! now even show off the body and cool cock like that. Cheesey". He said to be alone.

"What do you think of me, Ay?" Basophi asked from inside the room which he did not completely close to his wife who was still within reach of his eyes.

" Don't ge-er deh ko" said Sofiyah dag dig dug while folding her lips and her hand moved to close her mouth because she knew what her husband said was true.

Sofiyah who was still weak did not want to move from where she was sitting and shortly after Basofi came out of the room with a different look. Wearing cocoa clothes and pants is also black kopyah on his head. Sofiya became stunned to see the good looks of her husband until her eyes flickered so unreliable.

'Why is Koko so handsome?' Inwardly

"There if you're still limp. When I get home, I'll carry it to my room" he said as he walked away from Sofiyah.

Sofiya calmed the vibrations in her chest and muttered to repel the astonishment that began to creep in between her heart. " Why is dag dig dug like this? Mommy.....!!" Said slowly.

"He really did repent, how could he be so fast?" Mumbled again. Not happy there are people who repent Sofiyah even look less willing.

The sound of the morning prayer broke the silence that morning. The call of the Adhan is beautiful in the ears of anyone even though the sound of people who echo it like they are not used to it.

"That's not koko's voice, is it?" Aya asked herself when she heard a muezzin voice that was different from usual.

Sofiya then devoured the cake yesterday afternoon under the hood of saji before she went to the bathroom.

'How come there's so much more?' The inner Sofiyah who saw the red blood in *************** though did not leak outside her skirt. I don't want Sofiyah to wash it. He then washed his own clothes and Basofi's clothes were draped there so that he was in the bathroom long enough.

"Ay.... flick out! Why is it so long in the bathroom?" Basofi asked who had come home from the mosque and was now standing by the bathroom door.

"Ko, ask for help!" Said Sofiyah while bending her head out.

"What?" He said with an illegible face.

"Ehm... Please bring the same towel!" Sofiya said a little embarrassed.

"Where?" ask Basofi again

" The towel hangs on top, if it's in the bottom cabinet box" explained Sofiyah.

"What's that?" Basofi asked again pretending not to understand.

"That's it, the pads!!" Sofiyah turned her lips as Basofi headed to her room. 'Basic !'inner Sofiyah was upset.

Tok tok, Basofi knocked on the door.

"It....!" Basofi said after discovering what his wife had asked for.

" Thank you "Said Sofiyah while taking the items she asked for.

After washing, he cleaned his body clean. The barrel containing the clothes he put on the lips of the bathroom tub and will be dried later after finishing changing clothes.

"Oh my God!!! Just be surprised!" Sofiyah was shocked when she came out of the bathroom and found Basofi in front of her. He struck Basofi's arm with his small, weak hand.

Basofi immediately swallowed his saliva to get a free exhibition from his wife. Not included in the category of sexy like the women who became his bedmates but somehow he even desire to taste it. Is it possible because he hasn't done it in so long that he wants it so badly now?

After all Sofiyah is his wife which means halal to enjoy. Is he open now? Basofi has been around long enough, according to his version to hold back from committing adultery again and now that there is halal, he does not want to postpone it again.

But then he remembered that Aya had just asked for a bandage. That means he's coming months and can't do it.

'His heart' but only in the heart

"You're men?" Basofi asked as he followed his wife whose path looked strange as if she was hiding something between her legs.

"Can come out for a second, I'm gonna get dressed..." Sofiya said as she reached her room.

"Just wear! Why why anyway? We're husband and wife if you forget!"

Sofiyah who was willing to defend her ego challenged herself to wear her clothes one by one in front of the man who seemed to want to underestimate her. With great shame he did. Starting from CDs, bras, then wearing tops and subordinates. The last one he justifies the location of the pads because he did not open the adhesive earlier so that the place shifted not as it should be.

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CURHAT DONG MAHH!!!!

YES DONGGGG!!!!

Dear readers, I want to curhattt, please be heard??!!

I didn't expect that among the stories I wrote 'NOT THE FIRST' these were the most fans and the most stable readers. Although I realize why my writings are empty of readers . Yes because the story is less interesting, the language style is still rigid, there are still many tipos everywhere. But somehow in my writing this reader is faithful.🤭🤭 Although not until hundreds let alone thousands who leave his likes but I think this is the most.

Before writing this novel I was quite upset and pondered for quite some time. Writing a novel with a casanova theme should be a passionate one that explodes everywhere. The part-itunya should also be highlighted and described in such a way but I can not if I have to detail out how their style in lovemaking, afraid in case my son one day read my writing.

And again I worry that if more and more people write about vulgar things and casanovas, people will increasingly feel it is commonplace and ordinary to see this phenomenon.

"Saiki yo wis ngunu iki, yo opo maneh"

"Arek saiki seng jek prawan yo mung keno in ijir nganggo driji"

"Wisdom ngene jek onok ta arek jek joko"

And various comments that think it is a common thing that has happened in our society when it is one of the great sins hated by Allah and His rosul.

It took me a long time to think whether what I wrote would be useful or not at all. And what I want to emphasize here is actually that everyone can change, can repent and get guidance. There must also be a test in it to find out whether we really repent or not.

Please highlight some of the important points.

May we and our families, our children and grandchildren, be kept from adultery and may we always be awake to its holiness.

I promised myself I wouldn't write a story about a casanova again other than this "Not the first" 'may I be able to keep my own promise.