Nadhila Story
Don't Refuse, Yes!

Nadhila pushed Hessel's chest with all her might. With a breath of breath, Nadhila closed her eyes not daring to look at her husband who had kissed her. The kiss gave rise to a feeling that Nadhila could not understand.

Hessel stared fixedly at Nadhila's face. He felt something of his own was already hardened and vertical.

"Shiits!" aspersons Hessel. Made Nadhila instantly open her eyes and look at him.

"What's up, Mom?" Nadhila asked with a frown not understanding. Now it was Hessel's turn to close his eyes. He was all his strength to resist the already turbulent passion.

"Sleep!" he said he told Nadhila to go back to sleep.

Nadhila also said. He immediately closed his eyes, and until he did not feel he fell asleep.

Hessel who can't fall asleep again. He leaned his body.

"Ah ... Why can't you sleep again, anyway?" then Hessel turned to the sleeping Nadhila, "Even he can sleep soundly. Why don't I?" Hessel continued to grumble.

Finally he got up from the bed to finish something that already felt crowded. By entering the bathroom to play solo.

"Dam. They were married too. Gotta play hands, keep going!" objurgation. By starting to play something that has been vertical because of the passion mengumbu the wife.

Twenty minutes long. Hessel can just get the lava out. After that, she flushed her body under the shower.

Nadhila is squirming. Waking up from his sleep. He heard the voices of the dawn Adhan from a distance. It may be because of Hessel's large house, or because of the distant location of the Mosque.

Czech ...

Nadhila turned towards the open bathroom. Take note of Hessel who just came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his private area. Nadhila immediately turned his gaze in the other direction. He felt embarrassed to look at Hessel's body which showed his checkered stomach.

Hessel smiled feeling funny to Nadhila who was staring in the other direction. He passed Nadhila straight to the dressing room.

After Hessel entered the dressing room. Nadhila took a deep breath.

He was nervous, mixed with shame. Remembering last night Hessel kissed her gently. Nadhila did not reply. However, a strange gelenyar taste seemed to creep on his body so that, his body felt the arousal heating up.

Nadhila shook his head. He doesn't want to remember last night. However, it still vividly remembered in his memory.

"Oh my God. Why do I keep remembering that?" muttered Nadhila he did not even know that Hessel had come out of the dressing room and stood watching him.

"What do you always remember?" chirp Hessel because he heard Nadhila's mutter just now.

Nadhila glared with her face already met with red, embarrassed because her words were heard by Hessel. He looked at Hessel. He was glued, and even fascinated. Seeing the appearance of Hessel wearing a sarong with his cocoa shirt, and did not forget the skullcap had been stuck on his head. Hessel multiplied his good looks many times with such an appearance.

"I'm going to the mosque first. You're coming to the moon, right?" Hessel asked, asking. "Ah yes. Last night, you wore a pad with Mami's, "he said calmly. Then step towards the door, and exit.

But not with Nadhila he was embarrassed to hear Hessel's speech about him coming to the moon. He just looked down with a nod in response to Hessel's speech.

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Nadhila after bathing and changing clothes. He went downstairs. Time has shown at six in the morning. However, Hessel had not yet returned from the mosque. Making Nadhila feel bored continue to stay in the room.

Nadhila now approached Oma Hessel who was sitting reading a magazine.

"Good Morning, Oma" Nadhila said as she sat on the sofa next to her.

Oma smiled, then closed her Magazine. "Also Dhila," he said, saying hello again. "Where's Hessel?" oma asked.

"Mas Hessel has been to the mosque since dawn, Oma" Nadhila said with a smile.

"Mosque?" pekik Oma was shocked.

Nadhila nodded with a smile.

"Oh Oh my God. I'm remembering myself. Who has not worshipped you for a long time, "the inner Oma cried out. He felt reminded of himself who had not done his duty as a Muslim for a long time. At once his heart was like a slice.

And before long the two of them spoke came from the direction of the main door. Oma's eyes widened to see Hessel's very different appearance.

"Assalamualaikum," hail Hessel after entering. He immediately sat down and shook his Oma hand by kissing the back of the oma's hand with reverence.

"Yes God. It seemed that Nadhila was a good influence on my grandson Hessel," Oma spoke in her heart while watching Nadhila who looked so respectful towards her husband.

Likewise with Hessel he felt a burning feeling in his heart. Kala Nadhila shone her hand by kissing the back of her hand, feeling her heart warm and feeling so peaceful in her vision.

"Why did you just come home?" tanya Nadhila who just released Hessel's hand which he salami.

Hessel smiled, "I talked to Ustadz Dahlan. Ustadz is the caretaker of the mosque here" he replied.

It does. Hessel after the morning prayers. He invited Ustadz Dahlan to speak. He asked how the ordinance in the household, and about the right to live.

Oma Hessel gasps. He lived in that house for a long time. I don't really know the Ustadz Dahlan. It made her heart really feel touched by the changes Hessel saw.

"Mas, ask him to learn?" guess Nadhila. He who had heard Hessel asked to be taught by Ustadz Anwar after returning from the mosque together. So Nadhila assumed so too.

"Yes. Not that, demanding knowledge is not limited?" Hessel smilingly looked at Nadhila who was looking at him. So that the eyes of the two clashed.

"Indeed right. And the problem with that, we should feel less. Because it's not wrong we keep looking and digging. Once we know, we can practice it and teach it to our colleagues, or grandchildren," Nadhila said with a smile.

Hessel mangosteen felt understood. So's Oma. He also listened. Even his heart was touched again.

"Eat him. From now on teach me. I am the layman. I am the stupid one. And I am so lost," pinta Hessel clasped Nadhila's hand. Ask Nadhila to teach it.

Nadhila smiled as she nodded.

Oma just silently responded. He is still reluctant, and added shame if he had to say that he also wanted to be taught by Nadhila. So Oma diverted the conversation.

"What if we have breakfast first?" Oma diverts.

"Ah yes. Come on!" sahut Hessel's. Then look at Nadhila first, "Let's go, have breakfast!" take him and Nadhila nodded.

Oma stepped first, and was followed by Nadhila and Hessel.

"Dhila. I want to ask you about that."

Hessel who was walking parallel to Nadhila asked a question.

"Ask what, Mom?"

"Are you ready. Have kids?"

Nadhila's steps stopped immediately. He knew how to make children because Nadhila got the knowledge while in school through biology lessons. Nadhila instantly turned into goosebumps imagining everything that was about to happen.

"Kok, are you quiet? are you ready no?" Hessel knew that Nadhila was silent out of shame or fear. He deliberately wanted to tempt Nadhila in such a way.

"Yes, if the husband asks the wife for her rights?" Hessel asked a question.

Nadhila shook his head, "No, Mas" he replied.

"Then his wife refused. Not sins?"

Nadhila nodded slowly.

Hessel smiled, "So if you don't want to sin. Don't refuse, yes!. We worship together" whispered Hessel, leaving Nadhila behind.

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