MUSHROOMS. Young Widows Underage
STILL AWKWARD.

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So, never despair of yourself if it can not be good.. And do not easily demean others who are still not good today. Because we never know what will happen to his destiny tomorrow.

The person we despise today and we consider bad, could be one day you need his help. Be kind.

For as bad as man's condition is when he departs from his Lord. It doesn't matter if he's happy or hard. Rich or poor.

Once a servant moves away from Allah Azza wa Jalla, that is where the real evil happens. And that's the lowest point of life.

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Gibran seemed very satisfied because in the end he got his crown Alisha. He knew his wife was a widow. Usually a widow, she no longer has her virginity. Because she must have been touched by her ex-husband. But his wife was different from the others.

Yes, even though Alisha has decreed the Widow but her virginity is still intact. So Gibran was very grateful, after knowing, it turned out he was, the person who first got the privilege. So happy he was that day, making him not be able to look at the face of his wife who looks still asleep, due to his fatigue.

"Humm. I think he's really tired. Look, his sleep is like a sinless baby, plain he?" he murmured, as he smiled with anxiety when he saw the face of his wife who was asleep.

"Aah.yeah! Lishakan hasn't had lunch? Make her point after I cook, take her to lunch. Eh apparently he overslept, just as he had woken up he even forgot! Because it's.. Akh...why did I rush so much that he did not eat!" he murmured again, there was a little regret from the look on his face.

"Aah.have it! Let him sleep a few more minutes. He is so sapped like that. Yes, I should take a shower first, while waiting for him to wake up" Gibran murmured again. As he got out of bed, he rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

A few minutes later he came back again, with the body wrapped in a towel to the waist below his knees. Also, his face now looks fresh, plus the hair that looks still dripping, making it look so fresh. Then Gibran immediately stepped towards his wardrobe, while his eyes glanced at the bed where his wife had not yet woken up.

"Huh? He hasn't woken up yet? Hiis even though this is the afternoon, what time will you want lunch? Come on, I'd better get dressed! After that I woke him up!" gibran murmured as he opened the door of his closet. Then he picked up a pair of clothes that he wanted to wear. After he finished getting dressed, he went back to his bed.

"Darling, wake up. We haven't had lunch yet, honey. So let's get up first" Gibran said in a soft voice. As he kissed his wife's face. Making Alisha's body squirm. And before long he opened his eyes that looked so difficult to open wide. So she just glanced at her husband's face briefly, then closed her eyes again, saying..

"Yes..Lisha, is not hungry, so Lisha wants to go to bed" she said with a voice characteristic of people waking up.

"Eeeh... Not hungry you have to keep eating darling? You see it's late in the afternoon, let's get up," Gibran said again, still disturbing his wife who was still closed.

"Umm. but Lisha is still sleepy Mas," Lisha replied sounding spoiled.

Hearing the word prayer, Alisha immediately opened her eyes, as she was about to wake up. But just as he was about to sit down, suddenly "Aaakh!!" pekiinya, as he again dropped his head on his bull earlier. This surprised Gibran.

"What's up, honey? You why?" he asked, with a face that now looks so worried about his wife.

"Umm.it's Lisha's sick, Mas" replied Alisha, as she covered her face with her blanket.

"Well.have it hurt, dear?" ask Gibran, looking increasingly anxious.

"Hoo'um! It hurts!" reply Alisha, with eyes that look already glazed.

"Yes, I've been carried to the bathroom. Let's just take a warm bath for a second, okay?" gibran said, then without waiting for a reply from his wife, he immediately lifted Alisha's body. Makes Alisha really surprised.

"Aakhs.. Mas! Lisha, can be sen.." screeched, and continued wanting to protest. Gibran interrupted him.

"Ssthh. shut up!" it sounds tough. Alisha finally speaks a thousand languages. And only looks resigned, when her husband takes her to their bathroom.

Arriving in the bathroom, Gibran immediately lowered Alisha's body into the bathtub, then he also immediately turned on the hot water faucet. Once the water was over Alisha's chest. He also immediately turned off the water tap. After that Gibran took a bottle of liquid Betadine antiseptic and then he poured into the bathtub.

"Now you soak for a moment, let the pain be less, yes," said Gibran, and only replied with a nod by Alisha.

"Yes, you were here first, right? Let's heat your food first. Let it be later after the prayer we can eat together, okay?'' gibran said again, and again Alisha replied with a nod of her head back.

After getting an answer from his wife, Gibran immediately rushed off. Though actually he knows, that Alisha still feels awkward towards him. So heating the cooking is just the reason. So that his wife can be free in his bathroom.

"Hm.. It seems like he's still awkward with me. If I had to be patient! don't be too hasty, for fear that he may drift further away" Gibran murmured as he was in his kitchen.

"Propay Yuda! What's important now is it gonna be yours?"

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