NIGHT BUTTERFLY
#206
The atmosphere in the dining room was again quiet when Nur Jamila, Suhaini, Abdul khalik and Zaebon pamit returned to their respective rooms. It was only Master Izzul Islam and Jamila who looked at each other with meaningful smiles that only the two of them knew. The atmosphere suddenly turned stiff. Somehow the atmosphere that had begun to get used to between the two suddenly turned clumsy. Unlike when they took turns giving advice to Abdul khalik and Zaebon.
Master Izzul Islam let out a long sigh after glancing towards the wall clock. It's 12 o'clock at night. He turned his head towards Jamila who was sitting next to him by lowering her face.
"It's 12 o'clock, I'll take you to your room" said Master Izzul Islam. Jamila nodded her head slowly. Master Izzul Islam rise. Jamila. He thought Master Izzul Islam would hold his hand and help him stand up, but he only saw Master Izzul Islam standing alone while busy tidying up the back of his tangled clothes. He also lifted his body slowly. He then followed Master Teacher Izzul Islam walking behind him.
No sound came out of the mouths of the two. Only the sound of their footsteps could be heard as they walked down the hallway towards their room. The silent atmosphere even continued until the two reached the room Nyai Mustiani occupied by Jamila.
"Don't forget to pray sunnah before going to bed. If you can, stop by the room. Wake me up, tahajjud," said Master Izzul Islam. Jamila. He sighed softly. He scratched the back of his neck. There was something he wanted to say, but he was ashamed. The atmosphere really made him clumsy. He's getting upset. Both of his lips tightly closed like he was not letting his tongue move.
Seeing that Jamila was silent and did not answer him, Master Izzul Islam scrunched his forehead. He looked at Jamila's face. Sweat was seen gathering on his forehead. Jamila's face looks agitated. Pale. Not like a few minutes ago. Master Izzul Islam took the tip of his torment and wiped the sweat on Jamila's forehead.
"You sick?" asked Master Izzul Islam while touching Jamila's shoulder. There's no answer. Jamila looked down at her toes.
Jamila's? You sick?" reply Master Izzul Islam when he saw Jamila like he did not hear his question. Even when he touched his shoulder. Jamila. He was like a confused person, looking over here and there.
"Did your Lord say something?" ask Jamila. Master Izzul Islam gave a long sigh while smiling.
"You sick?" said Master Izzul Islam repeated his question. Jamila smiled as she massaged her forehead.
"Eh..N-no, sister," said Jamila nervously blushing shyly while holding the door leaf of the room. Master Izzul Islam patted Jamila gently on the shoulder.
"Yes, you rest first. I'm going to my room" said Mr. Izzul Islam. Jamila was silent for a moment, after which she nodded her head slowly.
Master Izzul Islam turned his body and stepped towards his room. Jamila was still standing holding the door. It was as if he had not opened the door in front of him. As if something still stuck in his heart. He looks. Master Teacher Izzul Islam seemed steady towards his room. Jamila let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. He was really upset with himself. If he does not start tonight, Master Izzul Islam will still consider him not ready to start. He should say it. There's no shame. Isn't it a great reward to offer inner service first to the husband? inner Jamila. He nodded his head steadily.
"Sir Master." Jamila turned her body. Master Teacher Izzul Islam who was just about to open the door of his room immediately turned his head. He smiled at Jamila. This time Jamila did not lower her face. His gaze that collided with the gaze of Master Izzul Islam made him unable to turn his face. This is a look not just a look. That's a pretty look. The gaze waiting for one of the two beckoned. Jamila stepped slowly towards Master Guru Izzul Islam.
"What's the matter, sir," asked Master Izzul Islam in a hoarse voice. Jamila glanced here and there. Sighs and gulps his saliva deeply.
"Wouldn't you sleep in your room?" jamila. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He sighed long.
Master Izzul Islam grabbed Jamila's hand slowly and took her to her room. Jamila's hand is shaking. Master Izzul Islam increasingly tightened his hand grip.
"We pray Sunnah first, Brother Tuan?" ask Jamila when she gets to the room. Master Teacher Izzul Islam smiled as he nodded his head. He allowed Jamila to take ablution' first.
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Master Izzul Islam turned his body when he finished praying. Before he thrust his hand to shake Jamila, Jamila had already thrust her hand and kissed Master Izzul Islam's hand back and forth. After that he put the hand of Master Izzul Islam on his head. Master Izzul Islam smiled. He rubbed Jamila's head gently and kissed her. Their blood ripples as a sign that there is no longer a barrier of shame to immediately unite their delayed love one night. Jamila's body movements can no longer be hidden with his shame. He wanted. She wants something the newlyweds have to do. With that everything will feel more perfect. He can no longer hold it. He wants the hands of Master Izzul Islam immediately touch his body.
Mr. Guru Izzul Islam slowly released the mucus worn by Jamila. The smell of Jamila's body rattled the entire joints of Mr. Guru Izzul Islam. Jamila's unraveling hair makes her feel better. He closed his eyes while his lips were seen struggling to read prayers. After that he turned his lips to Jamila's crown. After that it moved to his neck. Jamila closed her eyes. Cold sweat ran all over his body. His whole body was shaking. His breathing was stifled by his heartbeat.
Master Izzul Islam then held Jamila's legs and crossed her arms under Jamila's thigh, while her left hand was wrapped around Jamila's back. Jamila's body was then lifted and carried to the bed. Jamila closed her eyes, barely breathing. His body was resigned when Master Teacher Izzul Islam put his body slowly on the bed. Shamed, he had covered one of his thighs with his hand. But Master Teacher Izzul Islam immediately held his hand. One gentle touch of Master Izzul Islam's hand on his white thigh made Jamila flutter.
Master Izzul Islam smiled. He looked at the lights in the room. Seeing Jamila's reddened face restrained the embarrassment by covering her with one arm, making Master Izzul Islam decide to turn off the lights.
The night is late. Note each *******breath of love from both, every touch by touch in each other's body as worship at God's side. The love that churns in the chest is already venting. Lafadz is always spoken in each other's hearts when ****** last made both bodies loose in bed.
The bodies of the two felt weak.a smile of relief expanded from their lips in the dark space. Their breath as much as possible is controlled. Like not wanting to hear from each other.
Master Izzul Islam turned towards Jamila. Slowly he brought the seedlings closer to Jamila's forehead and kissed her gently. After that he whispered softly in Jamila's ear,
"Thank you. May Allah bless you as a godly wife."
Jamila smile.
"Amin" he said.
The late night slowly melted the two in each other's arms.