You're Not the First

Angrier

As soon as he arrived, Basofi uncovered their blankets and found no blood there. The look on his face was immediately gloomy to find the reality before his eyes. Although all this time he had never played with a girl but now he believes with certainty that his wife is no longer a girl.

It turned out that the girl who had been considered holy was the same as her jerk and could not maintain her own holiness.

Basofi was wearing his clothes with a grim face unlike before. His eyes were red between sadness and anger. He had too high expectations about his wife who he thought was pure immaculate at all. But what he got turned out differently.

The Babas forgets that he himself was no virgin when he married Sofiyah. He also seemed to close his eyes with the happiness they had spent last night together. Now there was only deep disappointment in his heart.

Babas then prayed Fajr first as he knew. He did not dare to imitate his wife because he realized his knowledge was not qualified. He just held a prayer mat in the living room and prayed there.

Sofiyah was in the bathroom for a long time because she also had to be sesuci. He felt his core area was sore even though this was not the first time. Maybe because it has not been used for a long time so the reaction is like this.

After the bath he held a mat in his parents' room and immediately prayed there. He continued with his routine of teaching for some time.

After she finished looking for her husband, she was sleeping on a prayer mat in the living room. Aya thought that her husband was exhausted and she did not want to disturb him. He simply placed a pillow under Basofi's head carefully.

Sofiyah looked at her husband with a dikulum smile. He did not expect that their relationship could go this fast and further now they are like a couple who love each other.

It was only after shopping and cooking that she woke up her husband.

"It's almost seven" Sofiyah sat facing Basofi's face and commented on the smile as her husband opened his eyes.

Basofi then sat opposite Sofiyah, looking at his wife with a raging feeling, angry and disappointed. How could the woman in front of him not be a girl anymore. He was jealous and hurt in the man who had sucked his honey. He wanted to ask who preceded him. Who unsealed it? But diurentkan. Basofi was desperate and eager to grab his own hair.

But even so he still ate what his wife had prepared. Don't want to hate food that doesn't have anything wrong. Sofiyah only cooks simple home-cooked meals but every day there must be noodles served. Whether it's morning, noon or night. Her favorite food is Aya.

That morning after they finished breakfast, the two then went to work together. And

Since marrying Sofiyah, Basofi has a new habit of holding his wife's hand since getting out of the car. Similarly, when he came home he would not let go of his wife's hand unless he reached the car again.

But this morning he did not make Aya wonder and began to wonder.

'Did Koko realize that I'm not a girl anymore?' His mind while swallowing his saliva. Scared but not sure how to explain it. In addition, the eyesight of the employees who always observed the two of them made it very uncomfortable and wanted to immediately rush away from the lobby area.

That day all work and affairs went smoothly there were no interruptions. Both Basofi and Sofiyah, they work in their respective capacities until the time to go home despite each other's silence.

Sofiya whose body is still crumpled dimly just stay still while in the car on their way home. He did not realize that Basofi did not bring him home but to his apartment located in the city center.