My husband Santri Idaman
First Time

The two husbands went back to the hotel. And indeed, Yumna was surprised to find that the room was filled with red roses.

While on the bed there are also flowers and fabric ornaments that are shaped like a duck. It's like the newlyweds room.

"Maa shaa Allah, very beautiful. Is this all you ready for?"

"It's not me, it's the hotel." Abyan answered with a smile. While Yumna did not care about her husband's strange answer and preferred to be busy looking at the room that looks beautiful in his opinion.

"Come on!" take Abyan to his wife's hand.

"What are we going to do, Byan?" yumna asked as Abyan led her into the bathroom.

"Wake together."

"Huh?" Yumna slightly squealed in surprise. He looked at Abyan questioningly. "Are you seriously going to take a shower together?"

"Yes, I'm serious" Abyan replied as she opened her boss. "Now you open it too."

Hearing him Yumna suddenly amused. And turn. "I don't want to ah. Shame to know."

"Why should you be ashamed?" abyan asked for a moment flicking his hand from opening his pants. "We should not be ashamed to do good and worship. What should make us ashamed is to do the wrong things and sin."

"But it's still, shame." Yumna grimaced badly. Especially when Abyan now only live to wear underwear a bit long. Yumna turned her face.

"No problem. I will get used to it too. Shame is the nature of women. But Nana knows?"

"What?"

"It's great if a woman takes off her shame in front of her husband and even gets aggressive first" Abyan explained, smiling. "Where? It is a pity that such a great reward is simply ignored," he gently persuaded. He held his wife's cheek with both hands.

"Here I am." Yumna. "I-I opened it myself. You turn around to the back first."

"Must be like that?" asked Abyan who actually wanted to watch the seconds his wife undressed in front of him. Before this, he had seen it all.

"Should! I am still ashamed," Yumna replied quickly, covering her face with both hands.

"Okay, all right." Abyan said turning his back to his wife who started to open little by little.

Abyan's heart was pounding rapidly as every sound of Yumna's hand moved softly.

Not long after, Yumna had finished and asked Abyan to turn around.

"Here, Abyan."

Abyan turned his body and looked at his wife fixedly with the jakun moving up and down.

"Don't look at me like that. I am ashamed," Yumna protested with a blush, publishing a smile on Abyan's lips.

"Now we take a shower. Soon adzan maghrib will reverberate."

Nullify obedient Yumna give. He doesn't know what's really on his mind right now. Everything about Jonah gradually began to thin and blur.

What Yumna had in mind right now was only about her obligation as a wife to be fulfilled.

Moments later, the two had finished bathing together. It coincides with the sound of Adhan reverberating.

After getting ready and wearing clothes, Abyan said goodbye to prayer at the mosque. Yumna is home.

Before leaving for the mosque, Abyan kissed his wife's forehead according to the sunnah that His Apostle taught.

"Lock the door well. Don't come out if I don't knock and say hello."

"Yes. You be careful."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Yumna closed the door quickly. He held onto his heart that did not stop beating so fast at this moment. His face was as red as a tomato. Abyan doesn't look like a child he used to ridicule and insinuate. But a grown man who knows a lot.

"What is the marriage of santri gini, huh?" yumna murmured while multiplying istigfar. "He knows how to treat women." Yumna laughed to herself when she remembered what had happened in the bathroom. And soon after, he moved to ablution and to perform prayer.

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On the other hand, Abyan had just finished the maghrib prayer. Along with that, there was a cult activity for a moment. A reading of a hadith in the Book of Riyadus Shalihin. Waiting for the prayer time.

Time passes quickly. Not long after, Abyan came out of the mosque and typed something on his cell phone after performing his last prayer for tonight.

His smile was glistened when from afar a man, wearing a dominant green jacket, brought something for him.

The man said his greetings and handed the goods carried using a goodie bag to Abyan who looked happy when he received it.

"It's for the wife, isn't it, Cak?" ask mr. ojol it's full of probes.

"Yes dong, sir. My time is wearing," said Abyan chuckling.

"Thank God. I guess Cak wants to put it on some weird women."

Abyan replied with a sweet smile. He handed the money to the man before they separated.

Cheerfully Abyan walked home to the hotel. While in the room, ba'da prayed isya, Yumna prepared everything.

Repeatedly Yumna sprayed perfume on several areas of her body. His heart did not stop beating and nervousness struck him.

Yumna took a breath and exhaled several times to break the tension waiting for her husband's return.

And the organ, which was the size of an adult's fist, was quick to beat when he heard the sound of greetings spoken from Abyan's mouth.

"Abyan!"

"Why so?" tanya Abyan unraveled the tension that also felt curbed.

"I'm waiting for you." Yumna replied with agitated moving eyes from being too embarrassed by this state of affairs. "What did you bring?" tanyanya when he saw Abyan's hand carrying something.

"Something for you to wear" Abyan replied as he stepped in with his wife and locked the door.

"What?"

Abyan extended his hand into the goodie bag and took out a bright red shirt shaped like a spider web.

"You wear this."

Yumna's eyes bulged in shock at what had been in her hands. Staring at Abyan and the lingerie in turn.

"What clothes is this, Abyan? How is this the shape?" yumna asked nervously and tried to return the lingerie to her husband. "I don't want to wear it ah. Shame know. It's like a man who doesn't dress."

"But I want you to wear that, Na. How's dong?" moaning Abyan accompanied by a clear look. Makes Yumna unable to resist.

"Should ya, wear this?" her question was responded to by a nod by Abyan.

"But before that, we pray sunnah first."

"Hem, okay." Yumna. This is worship anyway. Nor does he not know if all this is big.

All this time Yumna had only been still chortling with her feelings for Jonah. But he already had Abyan who would always be a priest in his life.

About the divorce that he had previously planned after returning from Surabaya also disappeared along with his collaboration with the husband.

Yumna stood behind Abyan who was a priest of the sunnah prayer before having intercourse.

After the prayer, Abyan placed his hand on the crown of the wife while reading the basmalah and a prayer that the Prophet had taught in a hadith.

From ‘Amr bin Syu’aib, from his father, from his grandfather said that Rasulullah shallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam bersabda, from, “When one of you marries a woman or buys a slave then hold the crown and read ‘basmalah’ and do’a berhiba bahaya saying:

ALLAHUMMA INNI AS - ALUKA MIN KHOIRIHAA WA KHOIRI MAA JABALTAHAA ‘ALAIH. WA A’UDZU BIKA MIN SYARRIHAA WA SYARRI MAA JABALTAHAA ‘ALAIH.

It means: ‘Yes Allah, I ask for his kindness and the goodness of his character which he brings. And I took refuge from his ugliness and the ugliness of the habits he brought.’” (CHR. Abu Daud, no. 2160; Ibn Majah, no. 1918. Al-Hafizh Abu Thahir said that this hadith is hasan).

After reading the prayer, Abyan opened the face worn by his wife. Then kiss her crown, forehead, eyes, nose, both cheeks and lastly a brief peck of Yumna's lips.

"Use the lingerie first" said Abyan who was responded to by a obedient nod from Yumna.

Without waiting for a long time, Yumna rushed into the bathroom with the lingerie that Abyan had given her.

Outside the room, Abyan sat waiting for Yumna to recite her thoughts to calm her heart and unravel the tension.

Cklek~

From the front of the bathroom, Yumna stood timidly with her hands trying to cover the parts of her body that she could still cover. It then walked closer towards Abyan who was staring at him intensely without turning away in the slightest.

Abyan looked stunned with the jakun moving up and down. The young man stood up to greet his wife.

"Abyan. Don't look at it that way. I'm ashamed to know!" yumna protests are slow. Keep trying to cover the sensitive parts of his body.

"Don't cover. I want to see everything."

A red gush emanated clearly in Yumna's facial hue. The woman turned away from seeing her husband. Abyan slowly pulled Yumna's chin to look at her.

Abyan's face drew closer, while Yumna closed her eyes instinctively.

A kiss landed friendly on Yumna's lips. Initially it was just an ordinary kiss, but not long after, it turned into a small l*matan.

Yumna's breath was wheezing and hunting with her heart pounding up and down. As Abyan deepened his kiss, he slowly moved Yumna's body onto the bed.

"Abyan ..," called Yumna and took a breath as Abyan took off their kiss.

Yumna is now under her husband's confinement. With Abyan's eyes that could not be separated staring intensely at his wife's netra.

After a while the two took a breath, Abyan came back and kissed his wife's lips. His hands also join guerrilla to and fro add to the pleasure felt.

"Abyan," said Yumna when the taste of pleasure can not be dammed again. Abyan smiled smirk and began to pull off the unification.

Yumna screamed when she was first entered. The pain was like slicing something felt down there.

Yumna's eyes also issued clear crystals due to pain in the core of his body.

"It hurts, huh?" abyan asked with a worried look when he saw Yumna's tears.

"It hurts a lot" replied Yumna quietly.

"What's the stop?"

"I don't know." The two people were equally confused as to what to do now.

Until finally, Abyan began to fondle his wife again to relieve a little pain that Yumna felt.

"Still sick?" asked Abyan who was responded to by a small ring from Yumna.

The two people who had just first tasted the favor of the world without words again penetrated time with sweat sweat. And strange sounds are heard.

Yumna did not expect that in the end she would give up her chastity to the man she had not loved but had halal get herself.