LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTERS 102. MAKING SURE IT'S NOT A DREAM

Aisha woke up when the sun was high. After making a print@ in the vawah shower, the two of them continued on top of the bed. Percint@@n awesome at the Bram treat, the hot burning lid@hnya game really makes Aisyah feel like eating a hot level boncabe.

And as a result, he and Bram sprawled like fish thrown in the waves to the beach. Slapped to sleep without having a chance to dream. A good night's sleep is amazing.

"Astagfirulah..."

His reflexes squinted and placed the back of his hand blocking his eyes. Sunlight from the outside, entering through the gaps of the curtains.

Her husband was, but seemed to be asleep. His face looked fresh.

Aisyah's body still felt excruciating aches, actually making her reluctant to move. Bram had made her barely have time to close her eyes.

Fortunately, he woke up and prayed at dawn, although then the naughty Otong asked again. Aisyah confused herself, her husband is like a sewing machine. There's no fatigue. Aisyah who was young was overwhelmed.

"The otong's effect is constant, dear. Just understand." Bram was just a whimper, fortunately Aisyah who was newly introduced to the paradise of this world was curious again with this intersection. So she just fucked up with her husband and enjoyed it.

Actually Aisyah was still exhausted, but she could not laze in bed alone, as a wife of course Aisyah was not only obliged on the bed but also in the kitchen.

Aisyah propped her head up with her palms and lay on her side, she slowly pulled her underwear which squeezed over Bram's body.

"Emmm..." For a moment Aisyah's face blushed, seeing the body of the husband's charming burly.

Her smile floated, she blushed to herself seeing her husband sleeping so comfortably.

Jemari Aisyah touched her husband's chest gently. She could not deny how much she was fascinated with her husband, this new lifetime she admired a man.

The trauma he once thought he would carry for life because he saw the suffering of his mother and the actions of the father, was eroded slowly with the confidence given by Bram.

"Darling, you want another car?" Bram's mouth moved, a smile drawn at the tip of his lips. Even he asked that sentence without opening his eyes at all.

"Akhs..." Aisyah threw away her face with a puff, she was ashamed of herself getting sniffed while looking at her husband's face.

"The barrel still has one more round, if you want..." Bidar Bram while blocking the arm of Aisyah who wants to slip down from the bed.

"It's noon." Aisyah with a blush.

"But, you want to, right?" Bram's eyes were wide open now, a little red but clearly the face looked happy.

"Who said?" Sergey Aisyah.

"From yesterday I was as comfortable as my own smile glared at my face." Accuse Bram.

"Akh, I'm just looking around."

"See what?"

"Counting the wrinkles on my husband's face." Answer Aisha by Origin.

"Masa? so you're gonna tell me your Brammu's old?" Mata Bram. Then pulled Aisyah's head in an agitation, kissing her many times. Aisyah laughed amusedly, as Bram's mischievous hand tickled her waist.

"But truth is, Bram mas if sleep looks like his wrinkles like om-om who is thinking about debt" Aisyah laughed.

"Well, my wife is starting to dare to flirt with her husband, isn't she?" Bram hugged Aisyah with an unstoppable tremor.

Strange as it was, Bram's heart was so happy to fold with Aisyah. How not? with any woman he had never played around like this, Aisyah's spoiled attitude was so natural, like a spoiled child to her father.

"Eh, don't avoid me, pretend amnesia, we're not home alone. We're still in the hotel enjoying our honeymoon." Bram whining.

"Astagfirullah, I forgot, ma'am." Aisyah patted her eel, she just remembered that morning had to get up and cook breakfast.

If he had prepared breakfast for Tito and Abah. Now, of course she has to cook breakfast for her husband other than Tito and her mother.

"But I'm hungry..." Aisyah.

His stomach rumbling made him feel he had to get down from that pleasant place, too long here could have made him go nowhere. Bram will continue to hold her captive on this comfortable bed.

"Agh, stop it, I'll order it later to be delivered to the room just breakfast. Anyway you can't go anywhere"

"But, mas. I have to take a shower too." Aisyah squirming.

"Don't, don't go yet." Bram tightened his embrace.

"But..."

"I want to hug my wife, again, to make sure that it's not a dream."Continue again with a pleading.

"What dream did I say I was married?" Aisyah said spoiled while loosening her head, greeted a kiss on her forehead.

For a moment they both hugged tightly.

"When I'm with you I don't even feel hungry. Just seeing you feels full." Bram smiled to himself, while playing Aisyah's haircut that fell on her forehead.

The two of them lay facing each other, looking at each other so closely.

"You know what?" Bram asked with a face.

"No." Aisyah answered half-jokingly.

"You are the most beautiful thing God has given me."Bram's index finger pinched Aisyah's nose.

"I've mentioned your name a thousand times in every set of prayer beads I roll through my fingertips. I have asked God to consider my soul mate in a third of the night. Stabbing the Lord with many persuasions in the whimper of my prayer." Bram blinked his eyes, staring at the unblinking Aisyah loosening her face in Bram's arms.

"And I don't know how to give thanks at its best, when you're finally mine. God has been so good, even a sinner like me has been given a soul mate as good as you." Bram's eyes looked glazed, his voice trembling.

"Why..why does Bram cry?" Aisyah crept on Bram in confusion.

"I'm just very happy..." Bram chuckled, strangely a clear water fell on the corner of his eye.

"I fell in love with you while praying and thinking about you. It feels amazing. I swear, your name has never escaped my evening prayer. After ninety-nine grains of prayer beads have finished mentioning the asthma of God, your name is always carried in every outpouring of my heart to the power and it turns out that prostration every night is not in vain. I used to love in silence until crying and let go if we were not fooled and sure that God would give his best. And God never disbelieves, I have you now as my wife." Bram never poured out his heart so deeply as now.

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