Hijrah Love Casanova
Sleeping Together.

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...HAPPY READING'S......

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"Does Mas Zayn have many cell phones? He called on a cell phone. Or a house phone?" fira muttered in his heart with eyes looking towards the tip of his foot. On Zayn's expensive phone.

"You why..." Zayn did not continue his speech and immediately took his cellphone which was still lying on the bed.

"I called using a cell phone in my office" he explained, understanding that his wife was suspicious of him.

Hearing Zayn's explanation, the girl only gave a small nod. Then Shafira said.

"Mas, thank you! Sorry for bothering you" said Fira sincerely.

"Come if you want to change" Zayn asked to put the phone he was holding on the bedside table. The young man did not heed the words of Fira who said it was troublesome.

"But not that your leg is hurt anymore. Then how can you pray." he continued to directly divert the conversation. Seeing Shafira just lowered her feet to the floor very slowly.

"Wounds like this will not prevent if you want to pray. Paralyzed people can still run it. Then how could I not." Fira did not explain in detail because she knew that her husband was not a person who was blind to religion.

It's just that the evil deeds that Zayn did because he was again a deliberate caliph. Know if what was done wrong and sinful. But still do it. That is what is called the wicked.

"Wait here, I'll take a water-repellent bandage. I almost forgot that there was a bandage left over when I got hurt" Zayn told Fira not to stand up.

"Where the hell?" Zayn asked himself as he opened the glass sideboard in his room.

"Agh! This turns out," he exclaimed as soon as he found the P3K box where he kept the rest of his bandages. Then he was taken to the wife to bandage the wound on Fira's leg.

"Sit down right. Let me help you put it together. This is her waterproof bandage. But only enough for one use. Tomorrow I'll buy another bandage like this." although Fira hesitates to obey.

The girl sat back with her legs straight like that again. Fira watched Zayn wrap his legs. However, they were silent and did not speak a word.

"Bag,"

"Huby?"

"Kata Mas said earlier that the remaining bandage Mas never hurt. If I could know what hurt? And.. isn't this house never inhabited before?" ask Fira to know.

"I'm open because I want to help someone. I actually lived here for a month. Mom and Dad don't know. They know I live in my apartment."

"Oh,"

"Oh what?" Zayn who had finished wrapping his wife's legs looked at the girl's face fixed. While the one being stared at so intensely immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I mean oh, it deserves the rest of the bandage here" replied Fira withstanding her pounding heartbeat.

"All right! Then let me help you go to the bathroom," Zayn asked no further comment.

"Yes," replied Fira raising her head and looking at Zayn's face at a glance that made their eyes meet. However, he quickly decided his eyes.

"Fira, come on," exclaimed Zayn annoyed that Fira was silent instead.

"Yes, Mas" replied the girl coming down from the bed whose hand was immediately greeted by Zayn.

"It turns out that his palms and fingers are very soft." muttered the young man while helping so that Fira could stand up properly. Only then did he lead Fira towards the bathroom that was inside the room as well.

"Enough! I can do it myself." replied Fira already standing while holding the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, Mom, could you please get my wand downstairs. I will ablution. So I can't lead me anymore."

"Huem," Zayn simply cleared his throat and went straight to fetch Fira's wand which was still in the living room.

Not long for less than fifteen minutes. Fira has finished ablution. And also change his clothes with long-sleeved nightgowns. However, it turns out that Zayn did not bring a hijab for her.

"Astaghfirullah Azim thing! I forgot to check before putting my hood in my dirty clothes" exclaimed Fira arranging on her already wet hood.

"Huh! I hope Mas Zayn doesn't think as badly of me as he did at the beginning of our marriage." Fira breathed a long breath. There's no other choice. Tonight she was forced not to wear the hijab as usual in front of her husband.

It wasn't Fira's fault. The girl kept her aura closed in front of Zayn, because the young man said that Fira would tease him.

Then Shafira who already knows that her husband is a cassanova and hates him a lot.

Just keep it from really tempting Zayn. His name is also a normal adult male. A little bit will definitely be tempted to the beauty of the body of the girl who lives in one house with him.

Geck!

Geck!

"Fira! You wash your face or you wash the train again? Why so long---"

Kleeek!

The bathroom door had been opened by Fira and Zayn immediately did not continue his speech.

"Sorry, Mas. Can ask for the stick. I've wudhu." said Fira made Zayn realize from stunned to see the beauty of his wife who does not wear a hijab.

"I-this," the Casanova held out a stick to Fira. However, he only held the tip of the stick because he did not want to make his wife repeat taking ablution again.

"Thank you! I want to pray first." said Fira while coming out of the bathroom using the stick.

"It turns out she's very pretty when she's not wearing a hijab. I thought his hair was short and it turned straight and long." Zayn muttered looking at Fira's back.

Then because he doesn't pray. Zayn went to bed and sat there. Fira prayed on the carpet, not on the bed.

While waiting for Fira to finish. He took out the girl's diary that was put in her pants pocket.

"I'm curious to read it again."

The young man got off the bed again. Then open the door of his wardrobe to store the diary book. Zayn then went back to bed again.

Almost fifteen minutes he waited for Fira. Finally the girl finished too. However, Fira has not immediately released her face. However, it walked towards Zayn and extended its hand to greet the young man's hand.

When they just got married. Fira did that too. But Zayn immediately brushed off his rough hands. However, I don't know tonight. Let's just say Fira tried luck again.

It was two days ago. When Zayn dropped him off for college. Not turning his hand again.

"Mas, please forgive me for not being the wife you want to be. Whatever the end of our marriage. May Mas get a much better soul mate than me." said Fira before kissing unzim hand of her husband who turned out not to be brushed off again by Zayn.

But Zayn didn't say anything. He only fell silent after hearing Fira again say that their marriage was going to end.

Shafira who is usually treated is not good. No offense to the cold attitude of the husband. With teetering Fira back to walk towards where he prayed. To take his face back.

Although praying while selonjor because of his leg wound can not be bent. But Fira still did not miss his duty of Muslims.

"Why are you staying there? Isn't it night.?" ask Zayn. You see Fira instead sat on a sofa not far from where he prayed.

"I'll just go back to my room, Mom. You--"

"Quick get into bed! Not that I told you, you can't sleep in your room. But why did you become the wife of the dissident." exclaimed Zayn who did not like anyone to refute her words. So despite being forced, Fira moved closer to her husband.

"Good!" still speaking in her cold voice. "don't be afraid that I'll do something to you, because you're not my type, Fira."

...SERIATE......