Islam Learning Fasting
94. Who is flirting?

Islam stepped into the house after a day spent on campus to take care of some of its problematic values. It feels sorry after spending all this time just relaxing and now at the end of it he dizzy himself.

Islam stopped his steps when he saw Rose and Akbar sitting on the sofa embracing each other in front of the TV.

"Assalamualaikum," said Islam made the two Islamic parents turned their heads while answering greetings.

"Home home, Lam?"

"It."

"Why did you come home so late at night like this?"

"Many things on campus."

"Many affairs well Many affairs but pity the same loh your wife," explained Rose make Islam confusion.

"Wife?"

"Well, forgot your memory, son? A few days ago you just got married."

The rose laughed as it explained. How could Islam forget that he was married and had a wife, Khadijah.

Islam patted his head. Basic forgetful!

Islam ran up the steps to his room there was no visible light in the gap under the door, it seemed that Khadijah was asleep.

The door opened when Islam intended to knock on the door of the room making Islam shake its head. How could his wife not close the door while sleeping?

"Assalamualaikum," Islam said as he stepped inside staring at the pitch-black room.

Islam stepped down the wall with his hands in search of the sacred to light the lamp.

The lights are now on making Islam surprised when he looked at the mattress that looks empty, there is no wife there. Islam turned to the left and right trying to find the figure of his wife who was never seen.

"Used!" call Islam with its worried face.

There is no answer to make the heart of Islam beat so fast.

"Used!"

"Yes, baby."

Islam was shocked when he heard the sahutan behind him making Islam quickly turned to look in shock at the figure of his wife who was standing at the bathroom door.

The lips of Islam open when staring from the tip of the foot to the tip of Khadijah's hair. The smooth white body only uses a thin white cloth on the thigh with long hair that is allowed to decompose.

What is Khadijah?

Islam gulps, this is not the Khadijah he sees. A girl who only used a veil everyday and now Khadijah stood in front of her in sexy clothes.

Unknowingly the bag on the shoulder of Islam fell to the floor making Islam hesitate to reach it.

Islam lowered his head with his finger intending to red his black bag but the finger was restrained as he turned to stare at the white and smooth calf.

Islam looked up at Khadijah who was already in front of him. Islam rose and stood tall before his wife who was smiling mischievously.

The heart of Islam beats very fast plus again when he smells the fragrance of his wife's body.

Khadija approached closer until their stomachs met. The two pairs of eyes they met made Islam blink both eyes several times trying to look carefully at the face of the girl in front of him.

Is this Khadija or not? Where's his innocent wife? Why is Islam this time afraid?

Khadijah's hand curled to the neck of Islam made Islam glance at Khadijah's hand for a moment.

"What's this?" ask Islam.

Khadijah smiled and then put his shoulders together, that was the answer.

"Why-are you sick?" ask Islam.

"Not missed?"

"Huh?"

Khadija smiled nervously. Oh my God, what she just said to her husband. Comeon! You should look seductive, Khadijah!

After raving on his own mind, Khadijah finally played the tip of his hair. Well, is this gonna look sexy in front of her husband? Hah, looks like he looks stupid doing this.

Islam smiled and then pulled tightly around his wife's waist, whose eyes were straight round.

"You trying to flirt?"

Khadija forcibly gulped his salivary and tried to remain calm and not panic in the face of Islam. But too late the innocent face of his nervous wife could be seen clearly.

Islam smiled, as if someone was trying to play around with him.

"Who's flirting?" ask Khadijah who is still trying to calm down.

"You" whispered Islam gave Khadijah goosebumps.

"No."

"Oh yeah?"

Khadijah.

"Where do you get clothes like this?"

"Emmm, don't need to know."

"Oh yeah?"

Khadijah nodded back.

"Then now why are you wearing clothes like this if you don't intend to flirt?"

"Tempting?"

"Well of course. You're flirting, baby."

Islam slipped a few strands of Khadija's hair into his ears which blocked the view of Islam.

"Khadijah doesn't flirt."

"Then?"

"Just want to serve your husband. Anyway tonight is Friday night. Does aki not want to play around with Khadijah?"

Islam laughed after hearing his wife's words. Ah, it seems like someone is trying to be naughty here.

"Don't fish me. You must know that your husband will not do that if you are menstruating" explained Islam who then stepped away from Khadija.

"So don't want to?" bargain Khadijah to her husband who is now taking off her clothes and change them for thin clothes.

"No" he answered.

Khadijah poked his lips with a pouting face.

"But the periods have stopped."

The movement of the hand of Islam that took off his belt stopped. He looked at his smiling wife.

"Have stopped?"

Khadijah nodded with his shy face. Islam laughed a little and ran to his wife and hugged her tightly.

"Why didn't you say that?"

"Akhi didn't ask."

"Emmm, so what now?"

"No."

"No?" ask Islam with a confused face.

Khadijah.

"But it's stopped?"

Khadijah nodded making Islam laugh.

"Then there is no excuse and tonight you will not sleep" whispered Islam who quickly carried the body of his surprised wife instead of playing.

Oh my God, where he wants to be taken by Islam who is still stepping.

Khadija smiled as she looked at her husband's handsome face. Khadijah could smell perfume on her husband's fragrant body.

Islam put his wife's body on the bed and stared at her from the top to the tip of her feet were so beautiful.

Khadijah could feel the coldness of the mattress stinging his skin. Khadijah's eyes opened and found her husband taking off his clothes there.

Oh my God, it looks like her husband's not kidding.

Islam smiled as he caught his wife staring at him. He crawled up his wife's body and looked at her affectionately.

Islam stroked his wife's tender cheek which looked very anxious. Islam kissed his wife's cheeks right and left, rose to her sweaty forehead and descended to her nose and ended up on her lips.

Islam opened his lips and tasted his wife's soft lips. Islam distanced his face making the kiss come off. Khadijah opened his eyes to look at the face of Islam who came back to him.

Islam again kissed it down to the chest of Khadija until it all happened by itself as time went on. Everything was done by Islam with gentle gestures, well Islam knows this is sick and he does not want to make his wife feel pain.

What Islam wants is that he enjoys everything he does and his wife feels the same without a word of compulsion.

Love, love that brings him to feel this and the legitimate relationship that is his way. There is no longer a barrier that holds back the desire and will of this newlywed couple who are now feeling happiness in marriage.

Cieeee, first night nih yeeeeh😂😂😂

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