I'm Not an Old Virgin
Chapters 25.11
"It's quieter?" Ali asked as soon as Safira wanted to loosen her grip.
Safira hid his face in the chest of Ali's field. He was sure that at this time his appearance must have been chaotic due to crying for too long. The makeup that Mother gave her was washed away by tears so that Sapphira became embarrassed to show her face.
Though she put on makeup because she wanted to look beautiful in front of her husband. But due to crying too much she became less confident with her appearance now.
"Shame, hem?" Whisper Ali with a low voice.
Shameful, he nodded his head lightly.
"Why should I be ashamed? I've seen everything that's on you. From my feet to my head, I've seen it all." This speech made Sapphira even more embarrassed.
She knew it was childish but how else, she still wanted to look beautiful in front of her husband.
"Saffira's makeup is in disarray, Mas, because it's being washed away by tears." Adu Safira with a very small voice but can be heard by Ali.
Hearing this Ali let out a low laugh, his right hand grabbed Safira's head and pulled her to face him. No, Safira was wrong. Although her face was wet and reddened but that beauty would never fade.
Even in every situation Safira will have its own beauty, honestly Ali never tired of looking at him.
"Mas Ali?" Call Safira pull Ali from his reverie.
Ali smiled, she lowered her head and briefly kissed Sapphira's red lips and ranum.
"What should I do Sapphira? The more I see you, the more I miss you. Keeping you like this is not enough, I want more so you can't escape from me." Whisper Ali possessive.
Ali momentarily fell silent at those words. He stared in the red face of his wife who had wanted to turn away because she was not strong to be seen as this intelligence by him.
"Then you are heaven for my children. Your Ridho is the Ridho of God so I pray that their every deed and attitude will please your heart so that heaven will not turn away from my children." Bisik Ali now makes Safira stunned.
Ali was amused by his embarrassed expression mixed with his wife's charm. He could not help but a big smile on his face, a sense of relief he had never felt before now flooding into his heart.
Finally there was no more misunderstanding between them and Ali was convinced, after this Safira no longer demeaned his own quality.
"What..I can kiss you?" Ali asked in shame.
Safira realized, both his hands crept strong clothes Ali resisted the sweet turmoil.
"Why did Mas Ali need to ask my permission? We are husband and wife and this is common in the household." The more he spoke the smaller his voice was.
"Then.." Ali raised his wife's head again. Lowering his head, Ali slowly approached Sapphira's red face. Staring at the amazement of his wife's eyes, which now turned closed because of nervousness, looked very charming. Then his eyes turned to look at Safira's red and rancid lips that opened slightly. Nervously mixed with impatience, Ali with a light gesture fused their lips together. Kiss it gently without any intervention of desire. It is not as hot as the nights of their worship but the sincerity of heart is warmly implied from the soft kiss they do.
It was as if they had been separated for many years to endure the longing, this was very opium.
"I love you so much, Sapphira. I really love you." Whisper Ali after releasing their union.
With hunting breath, Safira tiptoed kissed Ali's lips briefly while giving a sweet smile.
"Safira too, Mas. Safira loved Mas Ali very much. Truly, Sapphira loves you very much, Muhammad Ali Althalib, the father of my children."