AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 151. PREPARE

"Sister mean?" Ask Dewiq confused.

"Can't you?"

"Can what? contact me? ask Aeyza only," related to Dewiq saw Ahmad's gelagat. His best friend and adopted sister.

"Can't get straight from you?" again, urged Ahmad.

"Hmmm...." Dewiq could not say why. He has never given a mobile number to the opposite sex especially someone who is not interested, he thought.

"If not, it's fine I should try more after this," said Ahmad passed leaving Dewiq stuck in his place.

Difficult, but only ask for numbers. He is a layman, what a hard thing. Do I look unequal, do I?

Dewiq blinked several times, whether it was called a proposal to be close to someone or what the term Dewiq does not understand.

My heart, why when I saw my brother first there was a sense of wanting to know him huh? his face was shady like Buya's.

He let Ahmad pass by from before him, Aiswa's elder brother's statement was too sudden for him. Invite Dwiana to enter the room because it was late at night, for a moment he ignored.

Tonight he stayed in a guest pavilion in the Tazkiya complex. Their room was next to both of her parents and Rayyan. Dewiq was agitated.

Just as Amir reached the living room, Ahmad called him. The man who wanted to catch up with his wife stopped for a moment.

"Mir, ask for Dewiq's number to Aish later, yes, I have intentions with him," he said a little gasping for chasing his best friend and sister-in-law.

"Maa is Allah, so is it like .. have you been sure since the beginning of the meeting? there was a shiver in the heart, wasn't there this afternoon?" goda Amir at once find out.

"Ga knows, my heart just wants to know him closer, the mission takes him more sholihah .. That kind of thing, dear beautiful girl so wooden tub-...."

"Yassalam, noble is his intention ... love ga?"

"That's the next business, which I obviously care for him," Ahmad said with a serious face.

Amir asserts that Dewiq is an independent woman, the only hope of the Hermana clan. Their position is equally firstborn and carries out the duties of each family. Especially Ahmad as the successor to the third generation of Tazkiya.

"Think about where to stay, also the desire of Dewiq. Talk about this from the beginning when you will apply later. You are the same firstborn, you have a mission, "Amir's advice to Ahmad. His best friend and sister-in-law.

"Well, by the way, he'll be back in London soon. Who do I care for like this? kalimatan Dewiq is smart and ambitious. Am I capable, Mir?" Ahmad doubtful.

"Well sure, now doubt. Steady your intentions first, do not apply. Think through. Not where to go," concluded Amir.

The two of them finally sat back in the guest room. Continuing the plan that might lead to the seriousness of Ahmad also discussed the payment of his debt to Hasbi.

Amir who was sitting near the connecting door to the family room, at first glance he saw the khidmah just came out of his room carrying a boukhur container that was still reflecting a little smoke.

Does Aiswa still need the aroma of therapy?

Twenty minutes later, the two men split into their respective rooms after an agreement was reached over both their affairs.

Amir then turned the door handle of his room slowly.

"Dear ko dimaram?"

"Ya Bii? .. deliberately let the smoke go quickly," said Aiswa from the side of the bed.

"I think I've slept ... very fragrant, was brought this mba yes?"

"Yes, the rest of the umma room, right umma just need the smoke aja little bit if it feels already fragrant yaa taken out... there are still many others so I ask to make it here .. seger ga? or change it?"

"Stop Bii, I already have wudhu want to witir first, was already sleepy just remember not yet so wake up."

"When have you been praying?" Amir asked this because this morning Aiswa said he was not holy.

"The dzuhur." He then rose up to continue his worship.

Amir went to the bathroom in his room, cleaned himself and changed his clothes while ablution. By the time he returned, Aiswa had finished his witir and saw that his script had been spread there.

"Directly dear, two rokaat first," he said, he was taken Aiswa who became a makmun was ready to stand behind him.

After the greeting was perfect, the two prayed, without feeling Aiswa's tears returned, remembering the same moment when he agreed to all the prayers of the man in front of him. But at that time, their status was not as it is today. It was the sad moment because Amir had to return Aiswa who ran away from home.

Aiswa bowed as Amir kissed her forehead reciting all the prayers and hopes for her future household.

"Don't be sad anymore Rohi, we learn to perfect our household journey" he said, wiping away his wife's tears.

The two then tidied up their prayer equipment. When Aiswa opened his face, Amir was again presented with a beautiful view. A white body wrapped in a satin navy-colored nightgown to the knee with a ribbon strap on her shoulder. Exposing her smooth back.

He approached his wife who was folding her face, hugging her from behind made the owner of the body with the open dress slightly tiptoed in surprise.

"Bii, drink first," his fingers reached for a glass of sweet drink on the nightstand.

Amir pulled her sitting in his lap on the side of their bed. The two then drank alternately from the same glass.

Aiswa seems to have arranged everything well tonight. The room is fragrant, sweet drinks, water is also a bed that has been neatly changed sheets, she is so sensual ready to welcome her husband. The best night they will have.

Still hugging the body of his wife sitting on his lap, with Aiswa's arms curled around his neck, Amir whispered a word of love for his Spirit.

"My first love will never die, fade or even lose its luster, and you are a broken heart that I will never regret even if my sleep is ruined by longing."

"You're so beautiful tonight baby, Aiswa my wife."

"Love you Bii," Aiswa simply smiled in response to her husband's love expression.

Although Aiswa was seven years old with her, because she was the daughter of a scholar, Aiswa understood so well that she prepared her night perfectly. The two looked at each other with eyes full of love, revealing millions of words that could not be described.

"Baby shukron, bismillah."

Amir stroked the face of the ayu with an adoring look. He pushed the sleep light button to shut it down.

The atmosphere of the room immediately darkened, there was only a beam of light coming from the opening of the bathroom door as a source of lighting. Slowly the faces of the two approached each other, gently attach two soft chewy objects.

"Do-a Bii," Aiswa's fingers try to reach for the blanket as a veil for them .

"Together dear ... Allahumma janibnasyaithana wa janibnisyathanamarazaqna," said both.

Amir grabbed and pulled the blanket. The awkwardness experienced by Aiswa, she only followed the groove alone until the husband called her many times. "Mine."

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