Islam Learning Fasting
92. When's?

"You want to play now?"

Khadijah wriggled amusedly, the sound of Islam managed to make him goosebumps.

"Dear."

"Emm?" Khadijah turned to look at Islam who like a child wants something.

"Come on!" whispered.

"What?"

Islam smiled then glanced towards the lower half of his body several times trying to code his super innocent wife.

"What's wrong?"

Islam clenched his lips and with his ignorance he pulled his wife's waist into his arms which made Khadija tremble.

"What code can you understand, baby?"

Khadijah.

Islam grabbed Khadijah's hand and wrapped it around the neck of Islam that felt warm and it managed to make Khadija short of breath.

Islam gently brushed his wife's children's hair and slipped it over her tender palpable ear. Ah, it feels like Islam wants to bite his wife's ear because of anxiety.

"Darling!" call Islam again.

"Ep? What's?"

"Ck, why do you always say what, baby?"

"La-la-then what to say?"

Islam smiled and lowered his lips to Khadija's ears. Khadijah closed both eyes as the cheeks of Islam touched his cheeks.

"I love you" whispered Islam.

Islam kissed his wife's ear tenderly and dragged her lips down her delicate neck.

The breath of Khadijah. What the man who is now her husband did really made her comfortable. It was amused but Khadijah could not forbid Islam not to do it, this was his duty.

"Aaah aki."

Islam stopped his kiss that had almost descended on his wife's chest. He looked at his wife who looked in pain as if she had been beaten by him.

"It's nothing, baby. This is just the beginning."

"But-"

"What?" tanyanya gently.

"Khadija is sick."

"Not sick. Your forehead's not hot."

"Ma-ma-means that Khadijah-"

"What's up, baby? Hm?"

Islam stroked his wife's cheek gently while looking at her attentively and believe me the longer Khadija felt like her husband's gentle caress.

"Say!"

Khadija was ashamed.

"Khadijah has guests."

"Guests? Whose guests come on nights like this?'

Islam took off his arms and stepped intending to approach the door of the room but Khadijah quickly held the Islamic wrist.

"That's not what Khadijah means!"

"Then what, baby?" tanya Islam who again hugged his wife's waist into his arms.

"Emm, red date."

"Red date?"

Khadijah.

"What does this have to do with red dates?"

Khadijah took a deep breath and his gaze turned left and right trying to find answers.

Islam was silent for a moment. Could this be a red date? Islam turned away intending to see the date that was near the door.

"Where are you going?"

"See the date."

"Not the date is red."

Khadijah again held the wrist of Islam who again stopped his steps with a confused face.

"Then what's red, honey?"

Khadija breathed a long breath and smiled nervously at her husband.

"Under" whispered Khadijah.

The Islamic eyebrows linked do not understand.

"What?"

"Emmm, da-da-blood."

"Blood?"

Khadijah nodded back.

"What's bleeding?"

"Bottom!" whispered Khadijah while glancing downwards and not long after he looked back at Islam who looked silent, he seemed to think of something.

"You menstruating?" ask Islam with his fearful face.

Khadija nodded making Islam sigh long and lay his body on the bed. Finally the tight hug came off.

"Ahhh, why didn't you tell me from earlier?"

"Akhi Islam does not ask."

Islam rubbed his head with a feeling of emptiness made Khadija sit on the edge of the mattress. Occasionally his hands tidied up his slumped shirt sleeves revealing his smooth shoulders. This is because Islam opened it and did not close it again.

"Dear."

Islam got up from his bed and laid his head on his thigh.

"So can't?"

"In the Qur'an it is not permissible to treat a wife in a filthy state."

"When then?"

"What?"

"Stop. Women don't menstruate every day, right?"

"Just seven days."

"Seven days?" shocked Islam who immediately sat staring at his wife who nodded.

"For a long time, dear," said Islam spoiled.

Khadija. Khadijah did not expect that the man who was always seen by people as a rude and naughty man was very spoiled like a child.

"It wasn't long."

Islam glanced at his silent wife looking at him. Hah, what beautiful lips that wife.

Islam pulled his wife in his arms and laid her on the bed, making Khadijah feel her heart pounding again as her cheek was on the chest of Islam.

Khadijah's fingers were just above the chest of Islam so that she could feel the delicate skin of her husband's body.

"Dear."

"Yes?"

"When did the blood stop?"

"It's day five so there's still two more days."

Islam takes a long breath. He touched his wife's chin and took her to make Khadijah look at her face.

"I love you, Khadijah" whispered Islam while stroking his wife's long hair.

Khadija smiled shyly. He wanted to duck so as not to see the face of Islam that made Khadija feel really can not stand the handsome face of the man, but quickly Islam holds the chin of Khadijah so as not to bow.

"Why not answer?"

"Khadijah is ashamed."

"Why should you be ashamed?"

Khadijah. He doesn't know what to say now.

Islam smiled and then kissed Khadijah's forehead which spontaneously closed both eyes. The kiss was inseparable from his wife's forehead made Khadija frown in wonder.

It has been a while and Islam has not moved any more. Khadijah distanced his face and finally made Khadija able to see both eyes of Islam that had been closed. Is that guy asleep?

"Akhi!" call Khadijah.

There's no answer.

Khadijah smiled and then put his forehead back to the lips of Islam. The hug began to stretch and not as tight as earlier made Khadija sure if her husband had really been pushed.

...*******...

The sunlight seemed timid to rise and shine a light that redeemed the glass until it penetrated into a pair of newlyweds who were still asleep on a white mattress.

Khadijah's forehead shriveled as warm sunlight dazzled his eyes and made Khadijah wake up from his deep sleep.

Khadija opened her eyes perfectly and smiled at the beautiful scenery in the morning that was the face of her husband.

The man's nose is sharp, the lips are slightly thick under while on the upper lip looks thin fresh pink. The man's eyebrows that had become her husband were rather thick and shaped as if they had been polished to look beautiful following her eyelids which both eyes were still closed.

The man's facial skin looks smooth even Khadija never saw acne or even acne scars there. How perfect is Abah Habib's grandson.

"Have you been satisfied to see?" tanya Islam with eyes that are still closed makes both eyes of Khadija rounded in surprise.

Oh my God, how can Islam know if he has seen the face of Islam?

The shame!

So embarrassed!