LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 89. THE TEACHINGS OF RETNO

Bram was sitting as a priest, he was wearing a sarong belonging to the deceased brother that was still stored in the closet.

Aisyah sat as a makmum in her pure white face, following the movement of Bram who led solemnly in front of her. Bram was so moved that he almost shed his tears. The first time in his life he married his wife.

So much time was wasted in his pursuit of the pleasures of the world, so he forgot that he was a priest in the family, a priest who never believed in others.

How peaceful his heart is to congregate like this and chant all praise to the creator together with the person he loves.

God betrothed her to someone so innocent that she was barely scratched, and consciousness awakened her to return to the path she had long forgotten.

It was all strange, as he solemnly led his wife, Aisha in prostration as if she were showing the way of God that everyone in the world longs for.

Bram's lips trembled reciting Al-fatihah's sentence. How special Bram is in his prayers tonight.

Diah could not describe her feelings, when the strange sense of calm penetrated her soul, how she was sent so close to Allah, when after the prayer she turned around and Aisyah inched to her, smirking the back of his hand with reverence.

He kissed her gently on Aisha's forehead, saying a line of do'a as she placed her lips on Aisha's forehead,

"O Allah, unite us for good, and separate us for good. Give my wife long life and obedience to You, spread all my reserves in eternity, give me patience and wisdom in guiding her so that I can make the world and the world happy. Amen to God."

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Bram sat on the bedside, staring at Aisyah who had just finished folding the sajaddah and releasing her face.

"We're going to sleep here?" Bram frowned, just thinking about how he could sleep on a bed that only fit this one person.

"How else? Mas Bram want us to sleep downstairs?" Aisyah put the folds of the prayer mat and mucena into the closet.

"Is there really another bed?" Ask Bram. Aisyah shook her head while showing a mat rolled up in the corner of the room.

"We can roll out the mat, if the Aisyah cot does not fit for both." Aisyah.

Bram frowned his forehead, and shaking the sign of rejecting it, he shook his huge tall body. A slight creaking sound was heard.

"What is Bram doing?" Ask Aisyah.

"Test Drive." Answer Bram by his side.

"Test Drive? mas Bram test drive on the bed? Like I'd like to ride a motorbike." Oceh Aisha.

"You're the bike." Sahut Bram chuckles to feel funny with his own words, his sense of humor old class, while the young girl just grinned not understand.

"Come, come here..." Bram spread his hands impatiently. He wanted to hug his wife immediately.

"Wait a minute..."

"What else?"

"I'll make milk first."

"Milk? for who? didn't you tell Tito to stay at Mumun's house tonight."

"Susu for Bram's mas." Answer Aisha short.

"Eh, milk for me? I don't like to drink milk. I like to drink you."

"But, that milk is given mbak Retno, he said must be drunk by mas Bram."

"Hahhh...the milk of Retno's mother?" Bram glared suspiciously.

Aisyah nodded her head without sin.

"What milk?"

"Haaaah..wild horse milk?" Bram gawked, his eyes gleaming. Little did he believe what he heard.

"The word mbak Retno is good for Bram so it is not soybean. Today, Bram is tired of being a bride all day. Later Bram can sleep well after drinking it." Answer Aisyah innocently, just a copy paste explanation mbak Retno this afternoon.

"Geez, Retno is really outrageous, she doubts my abilities, I'm a little old. My machine even though it's a little old is still good times..." Bram's mouth murmured half a nag.

"Aisha make the milk first, huh?"

"Oh.iya.iya.iya. I can't wait to drink Retno's milk." Sahut Bram while rolling a glove on his waist. Gemad but happy. Just in case, who knows the old unused onderlil does need to be a little doped!ng@nz.

Aisyah immediately exited the room while Bram immediately looked for a comfortable position to lie down in, patting a thin pillow that will be where they both put their heads while estimating the right place where today this duren ritual is carried out.

Before long, Aisyah appeared at the door with a glass of warm milk.

"Mas Bram drink it while it's warm, I've heated it..." Aisyah gave the glass of milk to Bram. Bram immediately grabbed it. A wry smell entered the hollow of his nose.

"Mr..." Bram looked at him, it felt wryly that made Bram's eyebrows rise high while swallowing him. He tried to drink it, but halfway he stopped it. The taste of wild horse milk is indeed strange. Bram who did not like milk immediately felt eneg.

"Why? not delicious?" Aisyah, who was sitting on the bedside right next to Bram, raised her jet-black eyebrows with an accent on the expression of her husband.

Bram offered half the milk.

"Try you taste."

Aisyah confusedly and curiously tasted it a little.

"Hoeeeek..." Aisyah immediately felt like she was about to vomit, when the milk reached her mouth.

"The moon is stale!" Accuse Aisyah while pulling out her tongue because of the sour taste.

Bram laughed at Aisyah's expression.

"I'll throw it away." Aisyah was about to stand up but Bram held her back.

"That's what Ayesha tastes like.The name is also wild horse milk."

Bram took the glass from Aisyah's hand.

"This is what Bram spent, pity you mbak Retno must have worked hard to find it for the gift of the night pert@m@ us." Bram spent it with all his soul. Until the milk in the glass was gone without waste.

"Now we see how much the wild horse's reaction was..." Bram put the glass in his hand to a table located near the head of the cot. Then he slowly sat down next to Aisyah who seemed to be waiting resignedly.

"My wife Ayesha..." Bram grabbed Aisyah's waist, pulling her closer. Their breathing turned warm, Bram sucked his head behind Aisyah's ears and kissed with gair@h.

"Especially what Retno taught you?"

"Kata mbak Retno, if mas Bram do anything, just surrender. Don't scream, just sigh4h" Aisyah replied blushingly.

"Geez, maybe Retno is a great teacher, she should be a model romance teacher!"

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