Honor Behind the Stain
Relaxing

That morning Khanza sat in front of the dressing table after taking a shower.  He was wearing a white kimono.  The sound of a hair dryer sounded quite loud as Khanza dried his hair after shampooing.  Khanza's body felt bitter and uneasy, it seemed like the Emperor was too excited last night.  

Khanza's face always blushed every time he remembered the moment.

Clamps.  

The bathroom door opened and the Emperor poked out of the room, just five minutes after Khanza came out.  They shower together.  This is how if the newlyweds, everything is enjoyed together.  

Khanza looked at the Emperor who was walking towards the wardrobe.  Using only a towel wrapped around the waist, the body that was still in a somewhat wet state was confidently standing in front of the closet.  The emperor is looking for clothes. 

“I have to wear what clothes now?”  He picked up the shirt hanging from the big closet.

“Why be confused?”

“This is the first day I was seen as a husband.  Then I have to find a different outfit.”

“Oh Lord, there-there only.”  Khanza put down hair dryer.  “Let me find.”

The Emperor slightly shifted his steps, stepping out from the front of the cupboard, his hands ruffled his waist.

Khanza also started to choose shirts.  “Are you going to the office?”

“Ah, no.  I won't be working today.  I'm still very tired.  My job last night was much more labor-intensive than my job at the office.”  

Khanza elbowed the Emperor's stomach hard.  The effect was fatal.  Initially only hoping to give a little punishment to the emperor by elbowing the hard stomach, but it turns out the knot of the towel instead came off and the object called the towel was lying on the floor.

“Yes!”  Khanza.  Although the trunk was not foreign to him, but still at the beginning it still felt awkward.

“What do you do?”  The emperor was relaxed.

Khanza was surprised when he realized he was closing the part with both hands. 

Eh?  It's the same as holding.  Khanza finally screamed and turned around.  Duuuh... there are – only.  

“You want again?”  The Emperor seduced his wife.

“You can find your own clothes.”  Khanza rushed away from the Emperor and put on his clothes.  

The first day of being a married couple really makes their world become colorful, also unique.  Even when the two together headed to the dining room, it still clearly showed the hue of romance on the faces of the two.

Only, the Emperor seemed much more relaxed, while the Khanza did look kasmaran.  The occasional smile on Khanza's face bears witness to his happiness.

Calvin sat down at the dinner table.  “How was your night?”

“Good,” replied the emperor relaxed.

Calvin's gaze was fixed on the headscarf worn by Khanza.  “You look so good with your looks, but I've never seen a hijab model tucked into the chin so.  New model huh?”

Khanza.  Soantak glanced at the glass, geez, the headscarf was so messed up.  

“This was the Emperor who helped install, but somehow even so it looks like this.”  Khanza tidied up her hijab.  Justifying position.

“Just getting started is so.  Over time, they will get more used to it.  If you are used to it, it certainly looks neat,” said Calvin while chewing bigat.

This morning they had a nice breakfast of fried noodles decorated with mayonnaise and sauce.  It tastes delicious and delicious.  So much fun.

“You just started what it's called marriage.  Start with beauty.  Marriage is the process of accepting flaws that you did not meet before marriage.  Getting married takes a long and long struggle,” Calvin said while eating.  “Don't make too many demands on the couple, because this is the trigger for household destruction.  Example papa.  Papa is experienced, how finally the household was destroyed not by anyone, but by two people who became a couple themselves.  Everything about couples is less.  If you want your wife to be like Khadijjah, then be like Muhammad for her.  Do not demand your partner to be a salihah woman, if you are not a husband who is salih.”

Emperor smiled.  Her story has really changed a lot now.  He can already give spiritual watering.  Although he himself was not able to be a good father, but his words now give a good clue.

Advice is acceptable from anyone, there is no need to look at who is giving advice, but look at what is being conveyed.

Calvin got up, finished his meal after sipping hot coffee in a small cup.  The man with a neat appearance and black suit stelan stepped out while saying, “Papa is going to Korea.  It will leave for the airport.”

The emperor just had to listen.  Calvin did not need his approval or his opinion.  The man only informed her to let her son know of her whereabouts.

“Duh, why am I so uncomfortable like this?”  Khanza rubbed his stubborn chest.  “Faced with in-laws turned out not to be as relaxed as I thought.  It's more exciting than watching Fast and Furious.”

“Over time will also get used to it.  Papa the case is indeed tense.”  The emperor relaxed.

“This is not a casing issue.  Like whatever the case, it's still the status of the in-laws that make stuttering.”

“That's your feeling.”

“Can you respond more seriously?”

“It's much more serious.”  The Emperor kissed Khanza's cheek and passed away.

“Yeah, the Emperor really missed!  That's it.” 

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