Hijrah Love Casanova
Hijrah With Me.

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

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It's been over an hour. However, two different types of human children still continue to give each other satisfaction.

Zayn, a former Casanova, is no stranger to this. However, this time he did not savage as before and who always used security.

Precisely this time the man wanted the wife to immediately get pregnant after they had a husband-wife relationship.

Aaagh!

Erang long Zayn as he spouted all his would-be tadpole seedlings inside Fira's body. The girl fell a while ago. Shafira could only fizzle when she regained her release for the umpteenth time.

The cup!

One soft and long kiss he put on his wife's forehead. With a breath of breath the two smiled at each other full of happiness.

"Thank you, my wife." whispered Zayn gently and was only taken in by Shafira. "We take a bath first yes, so that later tonight we can pray tahajud congregation again." he continued, which makes the drowsiness of Fira disappear instantly.

"Astaghfirullah Azim thing! Sorry, I forgot." said Fira who immediately beristighfar. Before that, he never forgot to pray at night. Whether it's Zayn or he's alone.

"It's okay, I know you're exhausted. You just rest first. Let Mas prepare warm water for a bath." before Fira answered him the young man had already come down from the bed. Zayn pulled the towel that he had placed on the head of the sofa. Then wrapped around his plain body does not use a single thread.

Making Fira throw away the direction of her eyes. Even though they have just had a husband-wife relationship. Still, the girl was embarrassed because she was not used to it.

"It turns out I did it lovingly. Not as feared by Yuni. Mas Zayn was a Casanova. But thank God now he's just my husband."

Inner Fira stared at her husband's back which again went into the bathroom.

No different from Shafira. Zayn in the bathroom muttered to himself.

Zayn smiled to himself as he imagined his wife's embarrassed face.

"Thank God I finally got through all this."

He muttered before coming out of the bathroom to help his wife. Zayn already knew that Fira would definitely not be able to walk because of his actions.

"Yes..." Fira did not continue as Zayn sat on the side of the bed and stroked his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Mas has made you sick" he said feeling sorry also because Fira is not the same as the women who had sold their bodies for tens of millions of rupiah in one night.

"Mas no need to apologize, I'm happy to be able to carry out my duties as a wife" replied Fira with a small smile. "But please help me to the bathroom yeah, it still seems to hurt while moving."

"Of course." Zayn also smiled as he revealed the blanket Fira used to cover her innocent body. "Not to be ashamed. Mas has seen and felt it." so long Zayn makes Fira down in shame.

"Why is your body so light? Next time eat a lot. Not to be this light." said the young man lowered Fira in the Bathtub that he had filled using warm water. "Save first, so that the pain goes away. Mas will also take a shower" he said again who chose to take a cold shower under the shower.

Fira didn't say a word. He just kept quiet and complied when told to soak. In addition to still the young girl also felt pain in hers.

The finished Zayn was quicker to help Fira take a shower. After they both wore towels, he took his wife back to the room. Like a child. When Fira was wearing a nightgown was worn by her husband.

"It's done. Now just dry your hair. Wait for sebent--"

"Mas..thank you!" Fira held the wrist of her husband who was about to step.

"Thank you for what? Mas is your husband. It's supposed to serve you as well." replied Zayn who was immediately embraced by Fira.

"Thank you for migrating with me." added Fira who made Zayn smile.

"It is precisely Mas who must thank you, because you have made a Zayn Atalla emigrate from his dark world." Zayn hugged Fira.

Truly a happiness that should not be picked up by a straight and smooth road without obstacles alone. However, sometimes we as humans have to climb high cliffs or pass the steep road first. Because the test of every human being is different. How we live it.

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