Being Married to My First Love
Meet Ummi Aini

It was a beautiful night for Dimas Pradana. Outstanding achievement despite teetering to b*** his opponent's goal. After the first half failed because Cindy was crying hysterically when her goal almost hit the ball. Dimas ended the game 0-0. But at nightfall, the wait for Dimas was not in vain because in the second half he managed to win*** wicket with pema**san which is quite long, when the keeper was carelessly lulled by the game Dimas.

"Darling, it hurts?" asked Dimas while wiping the sweat of tears that had flowed on the beautiful cheeks of his new wife.

Cindy nodded slowly, then tightened herself in Dimas' arms.

"The pain is only at the beginning really, sure in the future will not hurt again," Dimas gently stroked Cindy's hair to calm down.

Cindy just nodded. Still between surprised, happy, sad, embarrassed, and enduring pain in its core. This is his first experience. It all seemed like a dream to him. However, the pain that felt made him realize that his reality was no longer virgin.

For a moment he felt extremely ill as their bodies fused together. But not how long it paid off when he saw the reaction of Dimas who was satisfied with his achievements. Cindy surrendered herself to the Almighty. For he does this by a holy and lawful bond in the eyes of Allah.

Dimas continued to shower her with compliments and kisses dearly. Cindy felt so needed and loved. There is no prejudice. There was only he fell more and more into the pleasure of love that Dimas gave. He is not able to struggle just resigned to feel touch for the touch given.

"Honey I help wear clothes first yes, we're sleeping" said Dimas.

Clutching the blanket, Cindy slowly tried to get up.

"Aww...!" screeches as his movements cause pain in the core to re-emerge.

"Prophey, tomorrow morning will be much better!" said Dimas while helping to put clothes on.

"Yes, Mas. I also have gpp. Just surprised by the sensation of pain that arises when moving," said Cindy.

"Yes, now we sleep, yes" said Dimas while kissing his wife's forehead and then hugging Cindy in his arms.

Dimas feels lucky because again thanks to the help of Reyna and Rangga, he can enjoy a long night with his new wife.

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A month passed and they had happy days. Still feeling at her wonderful level of being a newlywed. A relationship that is in the sweetness of dating a halal lover. Dimas felt his passion re-ignite, his young soul rose. After work, I always go home on time.

That morning after helping Qila prepare for school, Cindy returned to her room to prepare for Dimas's needs.

Cindy put a shirt and trousers on the bed. Then, prepare the socks and shoes that her husband will wear.

Dimas suddenly hugged Cindy from behind after finishing his morning shower.

"Darling, put my clothes on!" edict Dimas.

"How to put clothes on, Mom. If you just keep hugging me and don't want to let go" Cindy said, which made Dimas chuckle.

"Hhhhahaha, yes I'm free," Dimas stretched his arms and turned his wife face to face. And, his hands were still coiled around his wife's waist.

"What a difference it makes like this, Mom. You're going to start again. What was already dawn is lacking? I have to take a bath how many times a day, Mas," Cindy complained because every adjacent Dimas would repeat his hot activity again.

"Hhhahaha.this time it will not be kebablasan anymore, dear. I can be late until I dare touch you again" Dimas reasoned.

"The more days you get spoiled, Mas. Even every morning I have to wear clothes. Qila alone can wear her own clothes," said Cindy while wearing her husband's shirt.

Without Dimas' warning, kissed his wife's lips, so Cindy couldn't say, "You're getting ruffled, your lips are getting teased, baby!"

"Ishh, mas Dimas, it always is. Later I nganterin Qila again rich yesterday. It doesn't feel good to be sad if you're often late" Cindy warned. Because twice a month Qila was late to go to school because Dimas always teased Cindy.

"I'm sorry, I won't!" Dimas.

"Oh yes, Mas. Later in the afternoon I ask permission to take a study in the assembly. Usually come home at five o'clock, Qila I'll be ajakin too" Cindy said.

"What time does it go?" ask Dimas while wearing socks.

"Ba'da Azhar, Mas. Later Cindy all want to meet Ummi there," Cindy carrying a bag Dimas to not be forgotten.

"Yes, I'll leave later and ask for a delivery from the clinic driver, I'll just go back home!" dimas.

"I'm riding a motorcycle, let's not be a hassle!" Cindy feels more comfortable when riding her own bike, free to go anywhere without having to wait for the nganter ready or waiting for the pickup to come.

"Yes, Doctor!" cananda Cindy's.

"Eh, now you start to dare yes, dear rich so ma me, used to only be spoken to uda trembling!" ridicule Dimas.

"Don't you know, Dimas is really cool, Cindy is shaking with fear!" have Cindy.

"You don't want to tell me anymore!" Dimas approached then tickled Cindy's waist.

"Aww.geez, Mas. Stop, Mas! Stopoff!" cindy's body collapses in bed as a result of Dimas's actions.

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In the assembly Cindy sat quietly listening to the learning of an ustadz. For the man his place is ahead. The woman in the back. There is a barrier that separates the male and female worshipers. While Qila sat beside him quietly.

After the study Cindy came out looking for her umminya near the exit gate. Because when the Ummi study is in the front row, while it is in the back row. So I haven't met the umminya yet.

While outside he found his umminya talking to Ummi Aini and there was another woman beside ummi Aini. Cindy watched them for a moment. It felt a bit awkward to meet Ummi Aini.

"This is my mantuk Deck, his wife Fadhil. Alhamdulillah has been pregnant for two months," said Ummi Aini.

"Oh yes, thank God!" umminya Cindy.

Drett drett.

Cindy's phone is shaking signs there's an incoming call. He saw the writing on the screen written 'SuamiQ'. Cindy immediately picked up the call from Dimas.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum, Mas!" Cindy said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. I've been waiting in front, across the street!" dimas.

"Good, Mas. I say goodbye to Ummi for a moment!" answer Cindy.

"okay!" phone's turned off.

Dimas was already in front, inevitably Cindy had to greet them first before going home. The thrill is unethical if it passes just like that. Finally Cindy took Qila's hand to get closer to her umminya.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ummi!" cindy said as she reached for her ummi hand and kissed the back of the ummi hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam!" answer them all.

Then Cindy turned to Ummi Aini, "How are you?" he said while kissing the hands of Ummi Aini then shaking hands with the woman next to Ummi Aini, Fadhil's wife.

"Who is this, Cindy?" tanya ummi Aini when she saw Qila.

"That's Cindy's son, it's from her husband!" umminya Cindy.

"Ouhh, is Cindy married? Congratulations, son!" say ummi Aini while patting Cindy's shoulder slowly. Cindy nodded.

"It was only a month ago, Mother!" ummi Cindy explained.

"Ouhh, Alhamdulillah yes, all have got their soul mate. Hopefully, with sincerity, Cindy will take care of her husband's child will bring blessings, and trusted to be able to get pregnant and care for the child from her own womb. If it is difficult to get a baby at least there is already a child, so there is no need to bother getting pregnant and giving birth just take care of him."

Aini's ummi words were like innuendos stabbing into Cindy's heart niche. For a moment Cindy's eyes rounded hearing the words ummi Aini.

"Umma, ayoo we're home!" Qila took Cindy's hand.

Cindy regained her senses, "Ummi Cindy is waiting for Dimas in front. Cindy go home first, okay? Assalamu'alaikum!" after smelling her ummi hand Cindy rushed off to Dimas' car.

In the car Cindy kept silent thinking about the words of Ummi Aini. He wanted to cry but he could stand it. His heart is currently in a state of turmoil. However, it was impossible to spill his frustration this time as well.

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