Mahram To Azira
Chapters 5.2
Azira heard it. Sometimes his clear eyes will look up to steal a look at the face of the husband. She looked at her husband's face and found that he was very serious when explaining the function of the washing machine to her. This only explains the trivial problem but the serious expression on her husband's face is like saying that this problem is really not kidding. This expression he often saw when the husband was focusing on reading documents at the workbench. Hem, exactly.
"understand?" Kenzie glanced at Azira who was still glued to look at him.
Azira was caught off guard. Her eyelashes trembled frantically hurriedly evading the dark eyes of the husband. Wrong manner, his heart roared in panic within his chest. Wondering if I was too clear?
"Do you understand my explanation?" Kenzie asked with a slanted smile.
Azira's lying.
"I've understood. It's very easy. Never mind, let's eat. I'm hungry." He ran into the room and sat down on the sofa.
On the table was already a tray of food that Kenzie had brought from below. Food that is covered with food hoods can not block the smell of food that comes out in it. Samar, he could smell the appetizing smell of chicken soup.
One thing people should know. When he is in a bad mood or comes to the moon, he will not lose his appetite. Not that he does not want to eat but he will instead be encouraged and he sometimes tormented to face this weakness because he used to lack food at home.
"Why shut up? Let's eat." Kenzie opens the hood and helps his wife get food.
As dinner progressed, he often noticed the pace of his wife's food and realized the fact that she apparently liked to eat. The portion of his dinner was not small but compared to his wife's, he lost far. His wife was like a starving person who had not seen food for 8 years, check, if Sasa saw it this time then perhaps his wife would be considered a villager who had never seen any delicious food.
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The next morning Azira woke up early in the morning just as the dawn of Adhan was reverberating. He honestly did not want to wake up because the cramps in his stomach were still painful and sore, his strength was weakened to the point where he did not want to move. But he was embarrassed in front of Kenzie if lazing. He did not want Kenzie to be more dissatisfied with him.
Huh, is that right?
Since getting married, everyone was no exception Kenzie was very dissatisfied with him.
He forced himself to get up and sit on the bed. With this condition she does not care at all about her veil that is bent because of sleep.
"Mass?" She glanced at her empty side and realized that her husband was praying in the room.
He let out a long sigh, leaning on the head of the bed to gather his strength. After feeling much better, he lowered his legs from the bed. Just as he was about to stand up, Kenzie's voice suddenly interrupted him.
"If you still feel uncomfortable, just rest in the room." Kenzie had just finished his sunnah prayer before dawn.
Azira bit her lips awkwardly. His feet that had just touched the surface of the carpet were slowly pulled up again onto the mattress.
"Is it no problem?"
Kenzie got up from his seat and prepared for the dawn prayer. Before starting the prayer, he still answered his wife's questions.
"It doesn't matter, everyone understands anyway. Fortunately I didn't touch you that night, otherwise, then the day you definitely won't be able to wake up." He said indifferently without seeing his wife's blank expression.
Azira. Her pale mouth moved several times wanting to reply to her husband's vulgar remarks. But seeing that he had started praying again, he ended up covering his mouth with a very complicated mood.
Did Kenzie demean him?
Seriate...
The author still hasn't done it, be patient