Mahram To Azira
Chapters 16.4
"Tired?" The heavy and hoarse voice of the person beside him was filled with smiles.
Azira snorted while closing her eyes lazily saying a word. His chest was still going up and down at an unstable speed after a long time of being played by the person beside him.
"Bright.." The owner of the heavy voice then laughed satisfied to see the sullen expression on Azira's sweaty red face.
Azira's beautiful face is very red and wet from sweating too much...May also cry?
"I'm actually full, but I don't know why I still want to eat anymore"
His voice was instantly cut off by Azira. Angrily Azira protested to the person beside her so as not to make trouble again because she felt that she had been on the verge of destruction?
Ugh, he doesn't know how to explain it. Because his body was currently very tired, his strength was drained to the point that just moving a finger was quite difficult. Recalling the experience earlier, Azira closed her eyes restraining her annoyance. Though it has been reminded before that this is the first time and he also had time to beg that this person not to do something crazy or overdue. But guess what he got?
The more he pleaded, the crazier he was made by this man. Oh God, he doesn't even realize how many times he's cried tonight.
"Mas Kenzie..don't make trouble~" His voice is weak.
"Okay," Kenzie feels guilty for his wife.
"Still sick?" Kenzie asked shamelessly to his wife.
He wrapped around his wife's waist and carried her into his warm embrace. His big hand then rubbed his wife's sticky back gently to comfort the fatigue tonight.
Azira's face warmed up.
Kenzie took a long breath.
"It's okay, honey. Tomorrow the pain will begin to subside. The point is you just rest and do not move much, even better if we use it more often. The pain will surely decrease." Pecking the top of his wife's head lovingly.
His wife's hair may not be as soft as the hair of people who often do treatments in the salon and not as beautiful as the hair of women out there, but even so Kenzie felt that Azira's hair had its own charm. Especially when looking at the appearance of Azira without wearing a hijab. Letting her hair loose freely, only God knows what Kenzie feels when he sees her
Azira's charm was many times more challenging in Kenzie's eyes.
"Don't joke, mas.." Azira said she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Um, but her heart now feels so sweet and warm. It feels many times better than before. Could this enjoy the relationship of husband and wife after performing worship?
It feels so different.
Little chuckle, "I'm a professional doctor." The implication is that he is not kidding at all.
After saying so Azira did not reply to his words anymore. Kenzie tilted his head looking at his wife's face hidden in his arms.
Azira was asleep, very sound. The light sound of his breathing immediately filled the silence within their room. Kenzie chuckles again. Azira must be very tired so quickly sleep. It usually takes a few minutes for Azira to sleep. Looking at Azira's deep face, Kenzie suddenly started to feel sleepy. The feeling he was still not sleepy even though he was a bit tired after worshiping, but when he saw his wife sleeping, all the fatigue immediately attacked him.
Smiling, Kenzie kissed his wife's forehead sincerely while whispering sweetly, "Good sleep, don't forget to dream of me." Said narcissistic.