Karma's Snare Goib Ku's Husband
Chapter 108: The Bridal Night

Isya prayers end with greeting. The prayer of salvation. Azzam turned to look at his wife's face. The girl's aura was getting brighter. "Bella, are you ready to do it?"

The girl lowered her face, both hands clutched together. Beautiful, but pale. Seeing that, Azzam did not rush. His hands were raised rubbing the wife's head. For a moment let the introduction to neutralize the feeling raging in the hearts of the two.

Slowly, but surely the do'a of salvation and dhikr continued to be chanted from his heart. He held her chin until their gazes met each other. "My wife is a mahram to touch. But without your permission. I'm not gonna start anything, Bella."

"Sorry, Bella, Mas. Insha Allah, I am free and sincere in doing the duty of a wife, but teach me because ....,"

Azzam put his fingers on Ara's lips. As a grown man, it doesn't mean he knows about a lot of romantic things. In fact, all this time, he was spared from his name dating, until kabul ijab spoken from his lips.

"Swimming, Bella. I'll do it slowly. Close your eyes!" Azzam's word, rubbing his hand, led his wife to close her eyes.

Her lips are anchored giving a kiss dear. Starting from the forehead, going down. The eyelids are plump, holding their breath for a moment. Trying to embark on a long journey to attain divine ridho. The dispute is getting deeper.

The man released the face that covered the crown of his wife. Beautiful long hair with fragrant fruit shampoos spurt adrenaline. Her male side got up, but she still treated Bella so gently even without realizing the two had moved to the bed.

"Mas." Bella held Azzam's hand that was about to release his kebaya button. "Slow down, yeah."

The worried look of the wife was only answered with a sincere smile while nodding his head. "Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim."

When the touch down the streets smooth and leave a red trail. Azzam relentlessly continues to chant dhikr. The unification became the last fight to the top. Where he will bring his juniors to his new home.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit, making the window open shut. A negative aura started to enter the bridal chamber, but Azzam still remained calm. The body of Bella until she sank into her arms. The girl closed her eyes.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim." Azzam stomped his through the door of the house that felt so narrow with the gate that was immediately torn apart.

A night without the moon and stars. The lights twinkled accompanied by the storm that hit. The sound of the study of the students echoed giving the match. While Azzam continued his first night while enduring the burning heat burning his back.

Among faith, sacrifice, responsibility and trust. The man had to finish his first night and receive the punishment of nature. The marriage between Bella and Lucifer has united the two realms, but the union of Bella and Azzam becomes the end of both realms.

Without Bella knowing. In every soft touch Azzam. Her husband received a lot of karmic whips. Every covenant that has passed, becomes an unparalleled pain until unification reaches its zenith.

Regardless of the seed of life removes the man's consciousness which instantly droops limp. Bella only thinks, if Azzam is exhausted. But both are still in a position of unity. The heart wants to let go. However, the movement is stifled.

"Leave it. If we don't unite. He'll be back. Come here, let it be tonight, we become one body." The whispers of Azzam subdued the intentions of Bella's heart.

Sure enough, the wind started to subside. The union left a trail of whips on Azzam's back. The man who now embraces the body of the wife so that tetal in his protection. The night went by, changing in the morning. The sound of satri performing tadarus reverberating woke the couple.

"Mas, can you let go of that?" bella asked softly to endure her embarrassment.

Azzam got up, but his movements were wrong to accidentally hit the new house once again, making Bella bite her own lips. "Sorry, I'll let go slowly."

Half an hour later. Bella comes out of the bathroom with her wet hair, but her way of walking is strange. Seeing that, Azzam hurriedly carried the wife without excuse. Not to forget, the embroidery face is available in the room.

Both perform the prayer. Prayer so solemn that unconsciously the last chant of prayer becomes a cry of tears. Who would have thought. The past life was filled with fear, but the present life was filled with blessing. Gratitude continues to be expressed from both.

"Bella, how are you feeling now?" azzam asked as he turned to face his wife, making the girl look at him with eyes of happiness or rather grateful.

"God willing, this is the best." Bella replied with her best smile which was immediately greeted by the swab of the husband's head.