Islam Learning Fasting
91. First Night

The voice of the jengkrik is heard accompanying the atmosphere of a night full of peace and also silence.

Khadijah fell silent on the edge of the mattress while squeezing his fingers. His heart was beating so fast that it was hard to breathe.

Before he changed his clothes and took a bath his feelings were not like this because there was no Islam here but now... Khadijah looked back at the door of his bathroom which was open to the naked face of Islam.

"Yahoo!!!" yelling Khadijah who immediately closed his eyes and stood his back to Islam who was also surprised.

"What's wrong?"

Khadijah shook his head. Both of his eyes were tightly closed but the silky and white body image of Islam was reflected in his mind. Khadija did not expect that the body of Islam was also muscular and moreover the stomach of the city-box made Khadija nervous.

"Why you?" ask Islam.

"Pa-pa-wear clothes, aki!"

Hearing that made Islam look down at his body. Islam smiles miserably. Just saw his body was screaming let alone see.ah you also understand, hahahaha.

Islam stepped closer to Khadijah and embraced him from behind making both eyes of Khadijah rounded.

Dewy taste. Khadija wanted to die because his heart was beating very fast when embraced by Islam.

The fingers of Islam coiled in Khadijah's unmoving abdomen made Islam's forehead wrinkle, was his wife holding her breath?

Islam laughed a little and twisted the tiny body of his wife who still closed her eyes tightly.

"Open your eyes!" islamic whispers gave Khadijah goosebumps.

"Open your eyes, baby!"

Khadijah's eyes quickly opened, not out of affection but out of surprise. For the first time, someone called him that.

Both irises of Khadijah's eyes stared intently at the two eyes of Islam who kept staring at him. Khadijah could not bear the gaze that made him slowly bowed but quickly turned a blind eye as he looked at the chest of the Islamic field before his eyes.

Khadijah could smell the smell of his bath which seemed to have been used by Islam during the bath.

Oh my God, it's so fragrant.

"Why don't you ever look me in the eye, baby?"

Khadijah.

"It was a sin but now it's not. We are legitimate" continued Islam.

"Khadija ma-ma-shame" replied Khadijah nervously.

Islam took a deep breath and smiled again.

"Why should I wear a veil on a night like this? There's no one else here but me."

Khadijah's face looked up at the handsome face of Islam who was still smiling sincerely towards him.

Islam raised his fingers towards Khadijah's veil which immediately closed his eyes. The veil was released making Khadijah's face clearly visible and consequently making Islam smile.

Little lips are fresh pink, nose sharp, chin that looks split and beautiful eyes with lentic eyelashes. How could there be a girl as beautiful as her who was still willing to cover it with a veil.

Islam touched the reddened burn scar that was on Khadijah's right cheek. The burns are not too big and this is what makes Rahman refuse to marry.

Khadijah cried making Islam quickly wipe his wet cheeks.

Islam cupped Khadijah's cheeks and looked up to him so that Islam could see his wife's face clearly.

"Hust! Why sweetheart? Hm?"

"Why would Islam marry Khadijah?"

Islam smile.

"Because Islam loves Khadijah."

"Not because of pity?"

"If I'm sorry maybe I've married Katrin out of pity."

Khadijah smiled and then he cried not long after.

"But this face has been seen by Rahman."

Khadijah's cheeks were in direct contact with the chest of Islam which now stands only using a white towel that was on his waist.

Islam took off slowly the Khadijah hijab which looked silent making the shiny black straight hair visible. Islam put it on the mattress and pulled down a Khadijah shirt zipper that could only close both eyes.

The cold that stung behind him made Khadijah know if Islam had managed to open the zipper that reached above the waist.

Islam smiled at his wife who was still closing her eyes. It looks so funny. Islam bowed and peeked Khadijah forehead long enough to make Khadija creeps.

The lips moved to Khadijah's left and right cheeks, turning to his nose until Khadijah clasped his fingers firmly as Islamic breaths blew against his lips.

Islam kissed Khadijah's chin and proceeded to her tiny lips. Islam kept him there long enough. Islam opened his lips intending to taste his wife's tiny lips while his two hands were pulling down his robe.

"Akhi!"

Khadijah. He stepped back and again tidied up his robe that had almost showed his chest after being slowly released by Islam.

"What's wrong?"

"Kha-khadijah-Khadijah can't."

"Why?"

Khadija swallowed his saliva and he misbehaved to make Islam silent in astonishment.

"What's wrong?"

Islam stepped forward intending to approach Khadija and quickly Khadija moved his hand so that Islam would not approach.

"What's wrong?"

"A-a-ana's sick."

"illness?"

Khadijah nodded quickly.

Islam stepped closer to Khadijah and placed his hand on Khadijah's forehead which reflexively closed both eyes.

"Not hot and means we can"

"Not that!" sisi fast.

"Then?"

Islam smiled at his wife's playful behavior that seemed to shake her legs like a child who had made a mistake.

Khadijah looked up at Islam who stepped up to look at him with a gaze full of teasing making Khadijah sip his salivations.

Islam stepped closer to Khadijah making Khadijah step back away from Islam. Khadijah's steps came to a halt as Khadijah's back hit the wall of the room.

Khadija held his breath as Islam closed his body to Khadija's sculpted body.

"How now?" whiskey Islam.

Islam smiled and then looked down at Khadijah who was still closing his eyes.

Khadijah moved both hands trying to hold Islam until Khadijah's fingers were on both shoulders of Islam that felt smooth.

Islam smiled mischievously. He grabbed Khadijah's wrist and placed it against the wall. Both Khadijah's eyes were rounded in surprise. He tried to move his hand but could not.

Oh my God, is Islam going to torture him tonight?

Islam brought his face closer to Khadijah's face so that Khadijah could feel the warm Islamic breath on his face.

Cup

One kiss landed on Khadijah's hot cheek. Islam stopped his kiss and distanced his face and then made both eyes of Khadijah open.

Khadijah could see the handsome face of Islam before his eyes. Oh my God, how handsome this guy is.

Islam smiled again and brought his face closer to Khadijah's face and Islam whispered right in his wife's ear with a soft tone.

"You want to play now?"