You're Not the First

Ehem

That night was the forty-day night anniversary of Sofiyah's papi as well as the seventh-night commemoration of Soraya's mami. Both Sofiyah and Basofi did not really understand how to calculate it because they thought it was still the sixth day after the death of the mother.

Husband and wife who have not been legal according to the country just follow what his mother said and do not protest anything. According to Abah Fani, it doesn't matter. Want to knowlilan intend to pray for the family who has died is good and if not hold tahlilan also no problem because the companions of the Prophet no one did it.

As a child our duty is to pray for parents who have died every day and if you want to follow the tradition it is okay. What is wrong with gathering with the neighbors to pray together, read the solawat and tahlil together.

The neighbors who live around the boarding house are also the students have finished cleaning the place that the last few nights used for tahlilan then they say goodbye to Basofi as well as Fani's brother by carrying the berkatan already prepared by mama Rosi.

While Sofiyah who was in the room and coiled with her blanket felt restless. He is now holy from his wife. He was on his bed a few minutes ago. Sofiyah was afraid that what Basofi said would happen tonight.

In his mind he felt that the man who was not a virgin when married was no problem but if a woman should still be a girl when married to her husband.

The ringing of the door made Sofiyah close her eyes. Pretending to sleep to puss the husband out of asking for his rights tonight. Trying to postpone what is already supposed to be done by a married couple.

With her eyes closed her ears tried to listen to what her husband was doing behind her back.

Shortly after that Basofi slept beside him and hugged the petite body as usual with the position of Sofiyah who was on her back.

Sofiyah's heart dag dug not careless, Her heart beat faster than usual but she tried as much as possible not to move so that the acting was convincing and Basofi thought that he had fallen asleep.

"Aye... " Basofi supported his head with one hand while the other stroked Sofiyah's hair.

Cup

Basofi kissed Sofiyah's cheek and saw her face. Earlier in the office Sofiyah asked to go home quickly he said he wanted to shampoo because his menstruation had stopped and he had to be sesuci. Sofiya had worked on the second day after the death of the mother. He reasoned to Basofi that staying at home would only remind him of his parents. As a good husband he allows for fear that his wife will be sad and lonely.

Basofi now knew that people who had stopped their periods had to take big showers. And from what he learned he also just found out after having sex had to take a big shower as well. Basofi was completely shocked upon hearing that explanation from Abah Fani. It turns out that everything has been arranged in religion even the most personal thing between husband and wife there is also a discussion.

He became even more eager to learn about religion and studied it and also begged for forgiveness for all his sins.

"Well, you're holy, aren't you?" Basofi asked while holding a gift book from Fani's brother.

"The prayer is kayak gini Ay, Allohumma jan-nibnas-syaithonnn wok-jan-nibis-shai-thoo-na maaa ro zak ta na" Basofi read the do'a in his Indonesian version stammering because he could not yet read the Arabic version. He read it in Sofiyah's ear that he believed that his wife had not slept and was still awake.

Surely Sofiyah rubbed her tingly ears because of Basofi's breath that felt warm and tickled the nerves in her ears and skin.

Basofi immediately turned the wife's body and confined it to make Sofiyah immediately open her narrow eyes.

"Ko....!" He pushed Basofi's chest down from his body.

"Come Ay! We are legal to be husband and wife. So can you have some fun? " Task Basofi hoarsely as he held back the demand for his combat weapons to break through the already halal heaven hole for him.

"Ko.. wait a minute we have to talk..." Said Sofiyah trying to delay and talk about it first about her long-lost friendship.

Sofiya could not believe what had happened to her this time. How could he not realize when Basofi passed his clothes one by one until they were gone.

"Ko wait for ko! Let's talk first!"

"Later Ay! Ye know? I haven't done it in a long time. I'm holding him because of you, Ay...!" Babas' voice became hoarse and heavy because it held the desire in the center of his body.

Sofiya was agape at the words of her husband. It was unbelievable to hear those words spoken from Basofi.

"Ka-because of me? Meanin?" Said Sofiyah while holding her voice so as not to sigh because Basofi had started doing foreplay and he was carried away with the game Basofi which was no doubt.

"I love you" said Basofi while kissing his wife's forehead channeling his desire in order to be able to reach the peak of nirvana.

Basofi begins warming up by giving touches in places that women love. He began to kiss Aya's face with the spirit of four-five because after a long time of holding it now he was ready to free his bird from the cage and give it pleasure.

Then *******-******* that came out of Sofiyah's mouth even though she tried to hold it but still couldn't.

"Kooo! Mmphhh...."

"Shhuuut quickly said a-I can't take it anymore...!" Basofi was unable to withstand the pressure from his body and wanted to finish his business immediately. Open with the halal after a long fast with full struggle.

Sofiyah voluntarily gave herself entirely to her husband to be taken flying above the clouds to plumb the beauty, sipping a dainty speck from heaven.

They paddled each other with the roar of breath that hunted each other. A sweat drenched the bodies of both. Giving and receiving is not enough just once. Basofi repeated it again and again.

The restroom eventually became a witness to the actions of those who are now in charge even on par with the great jihad. With a different sensation than they ever did because now anyone can understand it will even give time and space so they can finish it.

Different when they do it first, afraid if there are people who know and only scorn obtained when doing it out of agreement.

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Less heat, huh? Make ginger wedang just let warm his body.

Wkwkwk. Sorry guys can't be free. Tomorrow let's make a closed group so I can pour out my writing freely. Chalking up everything that flashed in the shadows. Ahem!