Comel Wife Choice Abi
Raga Unification

The moon smiled shyly when he saw a pair of newlyweds who were chatting in the room. The light slipped through the cracks of the window.

Princess Hana Maulida, sitting in front of the mirror while removing the hijab that covered her black hair.

"God, my wife, is beautiful" praised Fadhil when he saw Hana's black hair. Fadhil stood behind Hana who looked down in embarrassment. He kissed his wife's head with a lot of feeling.

"Emmm... Hana wants to be called Darling, Humaira, Habibati, Yaa Zawjatii' or Ummi?" Fadhil slightly bent down, then hugged Hana from behind and put his chin on the wife's shoulder.

Hana's heart was beating very fast, the red hue was painted more clearly on her beautiful face when received a so sweet treatment from Fadhil.

"As for Mas Fadhil only," replied Hana timidly.

Fadhil kissed his wife's cheek which looked red.

"Mmmm, okay. Mas Fadhil will call Hana, Humaira." Fadhil carved a smile on his lips while looking at the reflection of the wife's beautiful face on the mirror.

"Yumira?" Hana knitted her brows.

"Hehem. Inspired by His Majesty, Humaira is an affectionate name for his wife, Aisyah. Humaira means reddish. Like my wife's cheeks flushed when she blushed in shame." Fadhil kissed his wife's cheek again.

Aaaahhhh... It was as if Hana was no longer able to withstand the thump in the chest due to Fadhil's words.

Although Hana felt she did not love Fadhil, in fact Hana's heart was racing, her cheeks showed a red hue when Fadhil spoke or treated her with so sweet.

"Humaira, let's take ablution first! Already heard the sound of Adhan isya," asked Fadhil as he reached for his wife's hand.

"I-iya Mas." Hana moved from her sitting position. Fadhil and Hana walk towards the bathroom hand in hand.

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Two people who have been united by the Most Love, are immersed in the privilege of worship. They prostrate while chanting the verses of love.

After the greeting, Fadhil and Hana exalted the pinta, begging that they be given an istiqomah heart. The two also pleaded for their household to be sadinah mawadah warohmah.

Fadhil turned his body to face Hana. He kisses the wife's forehead as an expression of her affection and sincere love. Instantly a warm feeling spread throughout Hana's body. There is an ungainly feeling. Hana's feelings for Fadhil.

Hana grabbed Fadhil's hand. He kissed the back of the hand of the man who is now his priest.

"Humaira, from now on don't be sad anymore!" Fadhil grabbed Hana's body and hugged her tightly. Hana felt comfortable in Fadhil's arms.

"God, thank You for giving such a perfect substitute priest. I don't know what else, I have to thank You? O Owner of the Heart, unite our hearts in a beautiful bond of love," said Hana. Hannah held her hand until she hugged Fadhil.

"Humaira, we read kalam kalam kalam yuk!"

"Yes, it's."

Slowly the two of them let go of each other's embrace.

Fadhil and Hana open the mushaf sheet and then start reading kalam cinta.

"Who is the favor of your Lord that you deny?"

Fadhil and Hana's voice sounded so sweet that it would thrill anyone to hear it.

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After reading the words of love, Fadhil and Hana put the mushaf on the nightstand. Fadhil helps Hana take off her face.

After folding the prayer mat and putting it on the cupboard, Fadhil and Hana sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hana Maulida My wife's daughter, may Mas Fadhil ask for the right to be a husband?" Fadhil clasped Hana's hand tightly. She looked at Hana's beautiful face with a loving look.

The red hue was clearly painted on Hana's face. His heart's getting irregular.

"I-iya Mas," replied Hana with trembling lips.

Fadhil pulled both corners of his lips until he saw a charming smile. Fadhil kissed Hana's head with his eyes closed and chanted a prayer before intervening.

Both Hana's netra were closed to the touch of her husband's love.

After removing the lip, Fadhil pushed his wife's body slowly until she was lying on the bed. He kisses the beautiful face of a woman who is now halal touched.

As if, nature also berpasbih witness two people who are now enjoying the pleasures of the world's paradise, with his permission and pleasure.

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The sighing of the voice of the baby sends the love canticle of the Divine, awakening the soul that is being lulled by dreams.

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Kirana began to open her eyelids with prayers when she woke up while giving thanks for the life that was still given.

Kirana stared fixedly at the face of the handsome man who always adorned her days. His fingers rubbed Abimana's cheeks gently.

"Bie, wakeup! Come pray night!" kirana whispered right in her husband's ear. Slowly, Abimana's net opened when she heard the soft voice of the woman who was loved so much. Her lips were adorned by a charming smile.

"Yes, Mother. Give your handsome husband a peck of encouragement so that my life is collected soon, Bund!" pinta Abiman.

Kirana's lips are throbbing. "God, Hubby. Mode."

Abimana. "What mode is Bund? Just ask for no more kisses."

"Hemmm okay, Bie. Wake up and then wudu! We'll pray the night before Keanu wakes up." Kirana kisses her husband's cheeks with affection.

"Mother wants evening prayers too?" ask Abimana teasingly.

"Hissshhhhh, yaiyalah Noodle." Kirana's lips pursed.

Abimana laughs amusedly at the face of his wife who looks adorable. "Bund, is Mother in a dilemma to choose who? Goat or cow?"

"Heh Bie, night prayer does not mean intended for istikharah." Kirana clasped her husband's nose until it turned red.

"Adamudah .. Bund's pain," Abimana groaned as she rubbed her nose.

Kirana turned the puffed-up eyeball. "Don't joke at the wrong time!"

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Abimana kissed his wife's lips.

"I love you, Ayunda Kirana." Kirana was slightly surprised to get a sudden attack from Abimana.

"Hemmm, I love you to Abimana Surya Saputra."

Abimana and Kirana moved from a lying position. They take ablution water to purify themselves.

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After ablution, they spread out prayer rugs. Kirana wears a mukena then stands behind as a makmum.

"Allohu Akbar." The chanting of takbir from Abimana's lips sounded so thrilling when starting the night prayer ritual.

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Fadhil seemed to smile when he saw the beautiful face of his wife which implied fatigue due to the unification of the body last night. Cheek pecked the wife who is still sleeping softly.

Fadhil groped the stained bed sheet. Red spots on the bed sheet as a marker that he has taken what Hana has been guarding all along. Fadhil smiled again when imagined the first experience that gives pleasure to the soul. A body that is worth worshiping.

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Ahemmm, the author apologizes if there are readers who are less pleasing to Hana and Adam separated, because their stories are only in the land and hopefully not in real life. 😅😅🙏🙏🙏

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