Dawn for Laila
You are more worthy of me

"Thank you very much, Mum!" laila said to her husband.

"Yes, now lie down quietly, I will try to help you to relieve the pain in your ankle,"

Dawn seemed to take olive oil to help the wife justify the position of her sprained ankle muscles. The man took off the pecans and sat down beside Laila while holding Laila's sprained leg.

For a moment, Laila forbade Dawn to touch her feet. Because he was ashamed and did not want Dawn to bother to scold him.

"No need, Mom! Let me do it myself, I don't feel good about you." Laila held Dawn's hand while covering her smooth legs with her robe.

"That's it, it's okay. I don't want anything serious to happen. Besides, I'm not going to mess around, just grab a leg, really scared of you!" sahut Fajar while opening the end of his wife's robe that covers both legs of Laila.

Between the shame and the pain that still whack on Laila's ankle. Laila was forced to allow her husband to treat her legs. Slowly, Dawn applied the olive oil on Laila's ankle, and Dawn tried to massage the wife's feet carefully.

"Aww .. be careful, Mas!" peek at Laila as Dawn began to massage the ankle.

"Don't worry! You just calm down. It won't hurt anymore. I'm used to doing this, I often sprained myself, and I myself incandescent. Sometimes I like to wonder, how can I do something like this? Maybe if I became a masseuse, a bestselling sweet and many customers," said Fajar accompanied by Laila laughter.

"Incandescent? O Allah Mas can not imagine you to be a masseuse," said Laila with a small laugh. The dawn laughed too. Almost about fifteen minutes of Dawn treating his wife's legs.

"How is it, is it still sick?" ask Dawn.

Miraculously, Laila felt no more pain. Turns out the husband is good at muscle massage, a director becomes a masseuse? Maybe this time there was something like that.

"Thank you now it doesn't hurt anymore, thank you very much!" reply Laila while pulling her leg for Fajar to release her.

"Em yes already, now you try to stand up and walk slowly!" preach the Dawn while extending his hand to his wife. Laila stared at the palm of Dawn which was still wrapped in gauze. For a moment, Laila felt guilty for making her husband's hand hurt because of protecting her from Agung.

"Your hand still hurts, Mum?" ask Laila. Dawn shook its head.

"I'm sorry, because of me you have to get this wound, it's all my fault!"

"I'm so ashamed of you, Mom. I hate what the Great did. She has taken my hijab, I hate her so much, I hate it anyway, I hate anyone who dares to take my hijab off!" Laila was visibly emotional, there were tears dripping from the corner of her eyes recalling the events that had happened to her.

"Here you go, I understand how you feel. I salute you very much, Laila. You are so guarding your identity as a Muslimah, of many women, only this time I am very impressed with your stance, you are not easily tempted by the tricks of the world. Many out there women with seductive fashion, they are hijab but still show curves, tight clothes here and there, basketball is not prominent, yes even though they are hijab why I am even uncomfortable ya see it. Mending don't wear hijab like that." Reveal Dawn while practicing how basketball stands out.

Spontaneous Laila laughed as Dawn held onto her chest by forming a large circle. As if to tell how the stand out women's basketball is.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. You are just there. Time to get to it anyway!" laila said, who did not stop laughing.

"That's how it is, right! Look around us, there are so many women in hijab but not like hijab. If I think it is better not to wear hijab all, nanggung! Different from you, Laila. You are perfect, do not know why your vibes make cool eyes and do not get bored to see it, you still look elegant even though you cover your body perfectly, not tight and does not accentuate the curves of the body. I am even more curious about such a thing, surely in it is stored a more perfect beauty, because it is well preserved and of course there are no evil eyes that see it, that's why the Supreme always chases you. Because that man is still curious about you, Laila!"

Hearing the confession from Dawn, Laila bowed in embarrassment, then the girl suddenly said, "Lantas, what about you, Mas?"

Dawn was immediately shocked and looked at the wife's face. "Em ... me? Of course I was also very curious, but I was not the type of forger like that man," Fajar's reply suddenly made Laila hold the husband's hand. Of course Dawn was surprised when Laila held her hand.

"Brake!!"

Laila smiled then kissed the husband's hand, after which he sat closer to Dawn who was then fixated on seeing what his wife was doing. Dawn was still silent and only noticed what the wife was going to do.

Dawn ventured to ask Laila, as her heart was pounding even more as Laila approached her. "What's wrong?"

"I really take care of my hijab, Mas! Even I was willing to die so that my hijab would not be detached from this body. All that I do because this is God's commandment, I fear that it will be punished if I so easily display this aurat.But now, you are more entitled to me, all that I have been covering all this time, he said, you are the one who has the right to know. This veil is only my husband who has the right to open it."

The words of Laila certainly made Dawn touched, indeed God had given him an angel of heaven, separated from the angel of the world like Ratna. Now Fajar gets the figure of a woman who is more everything than Ratna. A holy woman who keeps her chastity as a Muslim.

"You're letting me take off your hijab?"

"Why not? Do I need to open it in front of you myself, Mom?" laila's answer was like ice water that was watering the heart, so cold that it made Dawn blush.

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