New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
The honeymoon 1

Three days from Azka's departure to Singapore made Karina more pensive.

As tonight showed at ten o'clock in the evening, Rafa had fallen asleep in Karina's bed, but not with Karina. He was still awake with his mind beginning to wander.

“Non Karin again kangen same Papanya dede Rafa yes?”

Earlier this afternoon Bi Inah, her domestic assistant even asked like that when she saw her chin-backed up on the mini bar in her kitchen.

“Did I look forward to thinking about Azka? That secretary yeah bucin me same him?” murmured Karina was lethargic, but indeed some days she felt less eager to do anything since Azka left, it felt lonely.

Karina's eyes were perfectly rounded as her phone rang by an incoming call from Azka. Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. Karina even pranced like a child who won the lottery so happy.

He immediately picked up the phone while walking towards the balcony, worried that his voice would wake Rafa up which he thought was quite difficult to put him to sleep.

Karina restrained her appearance when Azka suddenly turned a voice call into a video call, her net instantly sparkled as a figure who was filling her head currently appeared on her phone screen.

“Malem-malem gini is eating anyway?” asked Karina who saw Azka biting her bread.

“Meeting today really padet, was willing to eat out not mood, want delivery also again males eating junkfood, yes already eat the existing deh at hotel.”

“Inget age, later cholesterol added tuh malem-malem gini,” Karina quip makes Azka laugh.

“Rotinya I choose a low fat dong. Calm down, Miss doctor, although eating malem-malem will not reduce the excitement of your prospective husband is really,” Azka goda makes Karina turn her face that has been blushing.

“Yey ngebucin mulu,” said Karina back with her judes mode, making Azka more challenged to immediately justify it.

“Eh Rafa where?” Azka who had finished her laughter only realized that she had not seen her son since.

Karina directly pointed the camera at Rafa who was asleep with a fast sleep on her bed.

“Loh Rafa sleeps with you?”

“It is, do I have the look of a cruel stepmother?”

“Cie who wants to be stepmom.” Again Azka likes to tease Karina.

“When are you back?” Karina tried to divert her conversation.

Azka was surprised by the email message that suddenly entered her phone so unaware of Karina's question.

“Azka?” call Karina again when she sees Azka's suddenly changing face.

“Ah yes how?”

“When are you back?” repeated Karina.

“Oh maybe about three or four more days. Um I'm closing the phone first? I forgot there was something I had to work on.”

“It's okay, you be careful there.” Karina agreed to Azka's request.

“Ok is ready, you are fine at home. Nitip Rafa as well. See you, Bye. Assalamualaikum.”

Azka hung up the phone immediately after getting an answer from Karina.

Curious Azka immediately opened the inbox on her email account, from the same person who sent Aisha a photo when she was shot. But who? It was the only thing that filled Azka's head.

***

First day in Cappadocia, Turkey. That morning Faris and Aisha performed morning prayers at the resort, not as usual if at the home complex Faris must always pray congregation in the mosque.

After confirming the husband's prayer, Aisha rushes to the back of Faris's hand, kissing him unidimously in search of her husband's barrenness and ridho. Then Faris will immediately kiss Aisha's forehead to recite a prayer of kindness as usual.

Aisha shuffled from her seat to lean her head into her husband's arms, without removing her face first, as well as Faris who was still complete with a suit of cocoa and scabbard.

“You read surah what?” faris asked to confirm his position as comfortable as possible.

“Ar-rahman deh.”

Faris smiled, every time he finished congregational prayer he always read the Qur'an to his wife who was in his arms, itung-itung murojaah in the midst of his busyness. And Aisha must always ask Surah Ar-Rahman to read it.

With Faris tartil reciting Surah Ar-Rahman that flowed beautifully to make Aisha's heart rustle in each verse.

Until the last verse of the seventy-eight verses is finished Faris chanting Aisha still faithfully listen to him, occasionally he rubbed the corner of his net that feels wet with the tip of the face.

Faris looked down to land her kiss.

“Ica is the most beautiful Ar-Rahman gift for you, so do not go anywhere, because you will not be able to walk everything without Ica.”

Many times Faris had a smooth hand in her hand, even Aisha could feel a warm dew falling on the back of her hand.

Maybe the sentence that Faris uttered would sound a little exaggerated to those who have no marriage bond yet, but to those who are already halal, it really does flow beautifully without a doubt, and it will only increase the harmony that will make sins fall.

“We are today where is Bang?” tanya Aisha looked up.

“Em Brother how Ica, want to go where first?”

“It is still a bit cape yes Bang, can not if today we rest?”

‘Yes! It is the Surah of Ar-Rahman. I'm getting sticky here'

In his heart, Faris was already cheering with excitement hearing the words of his wife.

“Bby dong Darling, Ica would like to ask for stars Abang takein now.”

“Masa?” ask Aisha who immediately embraced Faris with enthusiasm.

Suddenly Aisha rose to justify her position.

I don't know the courage from which Aisha has now draped her hand to Faris' neck.

“Kalo Ica ask Abang iftar right now, can you?” aisha whispered her net, sounding very beautiful in Faris' ear.

Aisha stared intensely at her husband who seemed a little surprised by his treatment, even the hand that hung around Faris' neck was now up and down actively stroking giving her magic movements there, making Faris' body like an electric shock instantly.

Faris now understands where his wife's talking is going.

“Your wish is my command, Baby,” whispered Faris in his hoarse voice.

He then immediately led the wife to the bed after first helping Aisha remove her mucus, as well as the sarong and cocoa suit she wore.

Very gently Faris' hand was actively guerrilla to and fro, touching every inch to be touched, very soft as to worry about injuring his wife's soft smooth skin.

“Bismillahi, Allahumma jannibnaassyyaithaana wa jannibi syaithoona maarazaqtanaa.”

With all the yearning that erupted, finally the union happened, and Faris managed to quench his thirst after approximately two weeks of fasting, starting from Aisha came months until they immediately flew Haramain.

“Thank ya Darling,” whispered Faris gently, her gaze warmed making Aisha gobsmacked instantly. Aisha just smiled and nodded while adjusting her breath which was still panting.

“Capek?” tanya Faris gently stroked Aisha's unraveling hair. The look on his wife's face was more dazzling in such circumstances, making Faris always in love every time.

Aisha quickly shook her head with a face that was already blushing in response to her husband's question.

“So, again huh?” goda Faris asks permission for the next round.

And finally the reunification happened again and again. I don't know how many times they did it that morning, but there was no fatigue whack in the slightest, precisely Faris and Aisha felt lost all fatigue.

Until the sun rises, they still feel at home struggling under the blanket this morning, with a rhythm that is certainly not mutually unpretentious anymore, but in tandem full of harmony.

***

Yey finally there is an upright but not justice🤭🤭🤭

So the name is not wanting to rest dong maemunahhh 🤣🤣🤣

But Babang Faris is getting more and more twilight yayang Ica start active ya bund✌😂

Eh Mas Azka dapet terror email moreover these gaesss?😱

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