I'm a Nobody
Like Duck(revision)

"Oh my God, why is this still so painful. Want a very painful road, anyways how I want to sick Abbas weapons are very big. But do it very gently, Athaghfirullah... Ish my body is also a lot of red-red markings, I've been like a leopard." Khumaira imagined the scene of them having a husband-and-wife relationship, then she patted her cheek in embarrassment.

Khumaira took ablution to perform Dzuhur prayer, then Khumaira took a kimono towel, he forgot to bring a replacement shirt.

"Well, I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Mmm.. This pack used to be dech."

Khumaira opened the bathroom door, surprised by Abbas who was standing at the door.

"Oh my God, my. Make a shock."

"Hehehe... Abis you took a long shower. Oia, your suitcase is in that corner, the waiter dropped it off."

"Thank you, mas."

Khumaira walked slowly, because her intimate area was still very painful.

"Cie, the newly broken down street rich duck." Goda Abbas's.

"Ish, what the hell. I'm rich gini too because of the mas, so much so that I duck." Khumaira.

"I'm sorry, baby." When Abbas wanted to hug Khumaira from behind. Khumaira stopped Abbas from touching him.

"Stop, don't touch me. I'll take Wudhu I want to pray."

"Okay, but I'm sorry first."

"Huh! Okay, yeah, take a shower. I'm gonna get dressed."

"Main can again?."

"Ish, this isn't still grieving. How about a reception."

"If the reception abis can dong."

"See later, take a shower. I want to pray."

"okay."

"Ouch! I'm afraid, if he does it again tonight." Khumaira thought of what Abbas just talked about.

Khumaira stroked the prayer rug, then used a mukena.

"O Allah, thank You for all the blessings You have given me that are infinite. I'm not ceaselessly grateful for what you gave to the Servant..." Khumaira prayed after Dzuhur. Then he saw the prayer mats and the mukena.

"Mump Mas hasn't come out of the bathroom, I'd better get some sleep." Khumaira hurriedly put on clothes, and then she climbed into the basket.

Abbas came out of the bathroom and saw Khumaira sleeping. Then he smiled.

"Alhamdulillah, I am grateful to have a wife as beautiful as not in her face. But his heart too, thank God. The servant promises to make her happy." Abbas said in his heart, then he kissed Khumaira on the forehead.

Abbas was lying next to Khumaira, wearing only boxer shorts.

At exactly 6pm, MUA arrived. They knocked on the door of Abbas and Khumaira's room.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Sir, lady. It's us MUA." Shouted one of the MUA.

"Baby, wake. MUA has come." Abbas woke Khumaira.

"What time is it?." Khumaira rubbed her eyes.

"Hour 6pm."

"Astaghfirullah, Mas I have not prayed Azhar. How's this?Let's get up."

"I woke up from there, let alone the one below."

"Ish, what the hell. Oh, my God, this is a dirty bed sheet. Lots of blood." Khumaira panicked, as she pulled over the blanket and there was blood on the bed sheet.

"You calm down, this is your virgin blood. I'll change, you clean up first." Abbas held Khumaira's shoulder.

"Oh Allah, until the bloody time. Got you so sick of the gedenya anyway, so my anu bloody pantesan I'm still very sick.

" Later you are also addicted, already there you clean first."

"Oia, okay. Sorry for that."

Khumaira still slowly headed for the bathroom. Abbas replaced the bed sheet with a new one, fortunately in the closet there was a new bed sheet. I don't know who prepared.

Geck.

Geck.

Geck.

The door opened, after the bed was clean.

"Sorry, aunt. We overslept." Abbas.

"Yes, auntie knows. Her name's the newlyweds want a hug." Said Aunt Lisa, the MUA.

"Hehehe... Yeah, let's go in. Khumaira's still in the bathroom."

Lisa's aunt and her two assistants entered Abbas and Khumaira's room.

"Sorry, yes tan. Long time." Khumaira just came out of the bathroom, then she walked slowly towards Aunt Lisa.

Lisa's aunt saw Khumaira walking slowly, and she asked.

"Khumaira why are you walking like that."

"Anu, Tan. For Abbas." Khumaira.

"Give me, Abbas. You're so naughty, pity Khumaira walks like that. Later not funny bride time rich street duck." Aunt Lisa scolds Abbas.

"Hehehe... Abis torpedoed Abbas already standing tall looking at Khumaira's pretty face." Abbas scratched his head that was not gatel.

"Male base mostly can't stand it, especially you haven't taken off your plane for a long time."

"It can be aunty." Abbas was a little embarrassed.

"Yes, auntie wants to make up your wife. You're the same assistant aunt."

"But my aunt wants to pray Maghrib first, as well as pray Isya. Tan's." Khumaira.

"okay."

The reception will be held by Isya's abis, so Khumaira and Abbas held the Maghrib prayer first just to perform Isya Prayer. Aunty Lisa and Her Two Assistants also participated in performing Maghrib Prayer first and then Running Isya Prayer

Then Khumaira in Make Up.

One of Aunt Lisa's assistants, Santi, put on Khumaira's hands. While Aunt Lisa gave Khumaira's beautiful face to be more beautiful.

"Subhanallah, my wife is more beautiful. Fortunately, I'm the only one who enjoys." Abbas was fascinated to see the beauty of his wife.

A few hours later, Khumaira and Abbas had finished in makeup. They just wait for the signal from WO.

"Come, Mr and Madam. Follow my instructions later."

"OK, but the road is slow. Because my wife's shoes are too high, I don't want her to fall." Abbas lied, because he could not bear to see Khumaira's way. Moreover, later on in shaking the guests, Khumaira will be even more embarrassed.

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