Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 19: The Aroma of Halal Love

Patience, Rey. Cold should also be enjoyed, it susteki.~batinnya remove outer clothing, leaving black singlet with gray color pants, then join the body on the left side of the bed.

There was the sound of Adzan. Asthma woke up at the same time as usual, the girl still closed her eyes. After stretching the hand, do not forget to kiss the cheek of the mother who fell asleep next to him. A morning routine that will bring back a smile of encouragement all the time.

Until a heavy voice restored the girl's consciousness. He forgot, if he was married. Morning that should give a peck of spirit. It was her husband who felt that, ashamed of it. "I'm sorry, I thought, you're my mom."

Intentions want to move, but his body is held in a heavy hand that locks his movement. A sinking look in the eyes, "Did you forget, if I was your husband? Not just the cheeks, but the body and soul you can have. Why apologize?"

"I," Asma bit her lower lip, speechless, making Rey guide her to lie back with eyes that kept fighting each other.

Sweet face, hairless lentic eyelids, thin arched eyebrows, medium nose, seductive lips, narrowed eyes, and taper chin. If you observe carefully, there is always a special attraction for the owner of clear brown netra that is now silent under its confinement.

The silence of the wife greeted a warm kiss that landed on the girl's forehead. A strand of do'a is propelled in the heart, then blows the best hope into the crown of the woman. "Assalamu'alaikum, wife. Let's pray together,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mr. Fridge." Asma again bit her lip, making Rey smile and move from her place.

Whatever the call of the wife. Let it be, after performing the duties of a Muslim. Surely the answer will be obtained in his way, but patiently wait for time. The sound of the Adhan out there is still mutual. Both left the bed.

Rey let his wife go to the bathroom first, while he asked Bagas to send the needs he forgot to prepare. Change of clothes and prayer equipment. After preparing for twenty minutes. The couple was ready with a closed appearance syar'i.

A new day with a new story. Asthma gets a husband who can be a good priest when performing worship, and also becomes a backup in his life. The melodious sound of the holy verse of the Quran is soothing to the heart. He did not expect, Rey is a man sent by God to be a companion for life.

Until the sound of greeting ended the congregation of the couple. Continues with the safety do'a as well as a series of do'a in order that their household sakinah mawaddah warahmah. Then cupped both hands rubbing each other's faces. May God grant both.

"Mas, his hands," said softly Asma distracts Rey, the man shifts his position to face the wife. When his hand is raised get a warm kiss of Asthma. His heart felt happiness was simple. "Fifth time, he looked at me without blinking. Is there something wrong with me?"

The direction of conversation is not foreign. Once only refrain from listening to the complaints of a husband. The girl lets Rey talk openly about what happened last night. Getting angry? No. gabe. In fact the man learned to be patient with all his treatment.

Amidst the outpouring of Rey's statements and questions. Asthma releases the mucus, then folds it. For a moment his eyes were turned aside until the husband re-adopted his chin. "Mas, I didn't run away, but this heart takes a little time."

The two began to talk to each other. From one truth to another truth. Emotions complement each other, releasing confusion and misunderstanding. Common sense both restore the atmosphere getting better.

Suddenly, Rey stopped her words. The gaze of his eyes grew more intense, making Asthma speechless. "Can?"

Nudge the head of the wife to be official permission. Rey fused her forehead with Asma's forehead while raising her hand to reach her waist to get closer. Blowing breaths that collide with each other, changing a soft touch nan sweet. A moment to say hello to natural lips without lipstick polish.

Slowly, but surely. A warm touch brings the two together. Introduce each other to the smell of love. Rey is doing her best to begin her second hot journey hoping for the Creator's ridho. Friends of the sun. The union of new couples treads the surface.

Asma simply closed her eyes, letting her husband declare ownership of her. The earthy sound of decak drains the intoxicating sting. This taste, will be opium. A drop of tears fell down her cheek. Be sincere about what has become his destiny.

"My wife, hang on." Rey rubbed Astma's back, then re-do'a then in one strike unite the two in submission. "Thank God,"

Did he not hear wrong? Rey is grateful only for having performed the ritual the first night. It hurts, because I can't give my best to the priest. However, fate cannot be changed. It's all been happening. Again, his tears flowed unbearably.

Rey who saw that, drew closer to looking at Asthma. They shed precious tears, and were not worthy to adorn their lives. "Raga is for proof only, but soul for unification. Asma, you are now my wife. I accept you as you are, as you accept my stubbornness."

The more stifling the chest, until the warm kiss he felt. Distracting awareness in acceptance, returning a gaze of a reassuring eye. "Thank you, Mum. Sorry for my imperfections in being a woman."

Satisfied with a sense that must disturb the inner wife. Rey changes that pain by bringing love into the union of the two. Slowly the spoiled touch introduces a halal relationship that becomes a blessing.

An hour had passed, Rey stared at the face of Asma who was asleep in her arms. As a man, honestly felt a little disappointed. But, as a husband. He was sincere about the lack of his wife. One thing that makes him not to question everything is the honesty of the wife.

"The hurt that is in your eyes. I want to remove it,"

Destiny can bring together, but man forgets. If there is a farewell. Every choice is the result of a final decision. Whatever has been done will remain the responsibility of each. When common sense begins to disappear. Shut up, think again. Is everything that makes a decision right?

Rey's daydreams sidetracked the sound of knocking on the door. From the number of beats, he knew it was Bagas. However, it is impossible to leave asthma alone. Without delay, he picked up the phone lying on his bedside table. A message simply explains the situation without having to explain at length.

[We'll be out tonight, just send me lunch and the gear I ordered. Remember, you alone must bring it to my room!]