Miss Crazy Rich's Contract Husband
Between Shame and shame

It is still in the main mansion of the Ahem Hillatop family,

Bridal chamber, though,

Dawn.

Wiraditya gasped from his long sleep, the man stared straight at the roof of the room where he was at the moment, hurriedly looking for the position of the wall clock and seeing what time it was. Spontaneous male istighfar then said an extraordinary word of gratitude.

"Astaghfirullahul'adzim, Alhamdulillah."

He is privileged because he was lulled in his dreamland and almost woke up late than usual, then thank you for tonight in fact he slept in an amazingly beautiful room that he had never felt in his life before. Even though it only sleeps on a soft carpet as silk but it's a carpet that is so beautiful, so beautiful, they did not have her and a padded pillow that became a headboard made her not have to feel neck pain when waking up from her sleep, for God's sake it was very comfortable. And despite not sleeping on his bed but this is really cool he thinks, like sleeping in a five-star hotel, ah no he thinks this is much more beautiful than the hotel facilities he thinks.

In her innocent face Wiraditya boasted a happy and grateful smile, gently touching her chest that felt so lucky to be able to enjoy something she had never felt before.

"God's holiness over all His bounty." The man's inner self while continuing to stumble at his smile.

As if aware of what time it is, Wiraditya momentarily turned towards his left side, he could see Queen W, the girl who had been his wife since yesterday was still asleep in her sleep. The man slowly woke up from his sleep, shifted his body slowly and then let both hands go up on the mattress where the man secretly put his face on top of his hands earlier.

He stared at his wife for quite a long time, paying attention to her eyes, eyelashes, nose, lips, cheeks and,

"Subhanallah, O angel of heaven," He murmured in his heart.

Wiraditya's eyes seemed reluctant to move to look at the girl's face, allowing himself to continue to look at his own wife.

"Of course it's halal to look at." Her inner self again then, gave her smile and was unwilling to take her eyes off Queen W at all.

The girl was still sleeping long, so calm with her regular breath, looking much more natural and beautiful without any lipstick or cream on her face, without office-style ribet clothes with a polite nightgown. Not transparent although it is undeniable to display the smooth white skin, but clearly in a dress of politeness that will not make the eyes of Wiraditya look.

I don't know how long time passed he almost forgot, because he was fascinated by the figure of his wife who looks so beautiful and special, until in the end without him realizing Queen W seemed to move his left hand, the girl seemed to flinch from her sleep, instantly opening her eyeballs spontaneously.

And imagine how the expression of the two people when their eyeballs meet each other.

Queen W clearly frowned at her forehead as she realized Wiraditya's current position.

"Assalamualaikum ya ukhti, already entered the dawn prayer," Instead of being surprised because Queen W woke up suddenly, the man was so calm, spoke softly while fixing his position.

"Want to be a Makmun or pray alone?." Again Wiraditya asked, developing his best smile on his wife.

Queen W did not flinch, nor did she let out a hint of her expression, staring at Wiraditya who was slowly standing from his right side, the man stood up and moved away from her, so calm as without sin.

Though to be honest, as he turned around and attempted to move towards the bathroom, he tried to hold his face reddened in embarrassment, Wiraditya's heart was not fine, barely jumping out due to the overwhelming embarrassment, it felt unable to see Queen W after taking a bath.

Does he not have to just get out of the bathroom??!.

"Astaghfirullahul'adzim, shame if caught praising in silence." He keeps on being in his heart.