PREGNANT WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED
Chapter 10

PREGNANT WITHOUT TOUCH (10)

Hoekk..

Aslan panicked, Namira immediately ran to the bathroom leaving Aslan who was now running. The bathroom door is tightly closed, in the lock from the inside. Aslan tried to ask because namira kept sounding vomiting.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? Brother in?"

Aslan had already held the doorknob, but his intention was not because Namira forbade, "No need to Bang, later Brother ji jik saw me vomit."

Aslan continued to open the door after hearing Namira's reasoning.

"Dragon!" said Namira in a soft voice and looked limp, his face now looks pale.

"What happened anyway, don't bang I'm ashamed to know." Now Namira sat together facing the closet.

Aslan did not care what his wife said, he crouched down with one knee resting on the floor, his hand slipped into Namira's hijab in his obedience slowly, the other hand rubbed his back.

"Have, hmm?" aslan asked after seeing Namira stop vomiting.

Namira just nodded, the body felt weak, until Aslan helped him to stand up.

"Don't help, hayu!" Aslan said his wife walked slowly to the bed.

At her help Namira sat, on her set of pillows so that Namira could lean back, but before that Aslan said something, he said something,

"Mr ...." Aslan hesitated because during the marriage Aslan had never seen him once.

Namira was silent, he had no energy even if he asked.

"Abang help open the hijab yeah."

The gaze to the two met and it managed to make Aslan clumsy. Do not ask for the condition of Aslan's heart, if only there is no in his body can be sure the organ has fallen.

Namira silently lowered her head in embarrassment, her face feeling hot until Namira finally nodded her head.

"Bismillah." Aslan spoke in his heart.

Aslan's hand was already holding the instant hijab that his wife was wearing, it started to lift slightly while Namira closed her eyes, holding the smooth sigh that flowed in her body, holding back, his heart that is now timid adds to the sensation that Namira is difficult to understand.

Aslan clenched his two lips, also holding a heart thump that was much more troublesome than a few minutes of the song. How not, the picture of God whose time God perfect for Aslan was clearly visible before him, the work of God without gaps.

"God, praise be to the God who created us perfectly." The praise just escaped from Aslan's mouth.

Namira was even deeper down, if she looked at her face in the mirror it would have been very red like boiled shrimp. Namira slightly turned his face, to neutralize all the flavors that exist.

Now there is the flow of the two hearts of 2 people who are timid, where the feeling of love to the two is being flush by the owner of the heart, namely God.

"You're so beautiful, baby, never the most beautiful face of your brother, let Brother see it." Aslan suddenly turned into a poet.

Long sign, jet black, bound, but does not diminish its beauty.The smell of shampoo gushes into the olfactory cavity of a man who is already infatuated with his wife. it was like Aslan was pulling the ties that tied Namira's beautiful hair. The hair looks soft even though Aslan has not touched it.

Aslan helps the wife sleep on the edge of the bed. He only realized that the lights in his room were dimly lit, turning into shahdu. He is also a normal man, a room with a beautiful woman who is halal to touch, even more than that is no longer a sin that will bring rewards.

At half-hour, Aslan decided to sleep in his room tonight, without asking for Mamira's approval. Aslan was only worried that if something happened he would soon be able to take action.

A few minutes ago namira had fallen asleep, aslan who had been sitting on the sofa back closer, sitting cross-legged in front of Namira who was currently sleeping on his side facing Aslan.

In his face attached to a white face without a hint of stain, his hand moved backwards pulling the hair tie belonging to his wife.

"I've heard that hair also needs to breathe while we sleep, so I open it, baby, tie it." Aslan reasoned, with a smile.

"In the elusnya red cheeks with the back of his finger, on the broom soft pink lips that have never known what it feels like, in the face without saturation. Aslan's love grew many times again for women who are now sleeping fast.

Aslan got up, after leaving a sign of love on Namira's forehead and cheeks, his body was tired of demanding rest. Aslan walked to the sofa near the bedroom door facing the bed.

"Sweet dream my wife" he said from afar.

Aslan woke up from a deep sleep because his bladder felt full. Aslan forced himself to get up and step into the bathroom. After completion Aslan did not then go back to sleep, in almost his wife who was sound asleep.

The beautiful face in his face was fixed, while smiling one hand Aslan outstretched stroking the red cheeks. Get rid of the child's hair that covers next to the matany. Aslan slipped the hair in Namira's ear.

Aslan again ventured closer to his wife's face.

"It's so pretty of you" praised Aslan.

"The promise will always take care of you, and will not leave you in any way.

Aslan brought his face closer to his wife's face, wanting to do more but not forcing his will.

"Abang will never impose your will on you."

His hands stretched out again stroking his wife's long hair, in the end the fragrant fragrance of Namira's hair, very tired of resisting desire, that's what Aslan currently feels.

After looking at his wife, Aslan walked back to the sofa. His body was laid, but his eyes were no longer sleepy.

He sat back with his legs crossed, one hand propped up his chin, and again he used his eyes to stare at his wife.

huuffs..

With a long breath he breathed.

"I should take ablution and then pray at night. From my mind to everywhere."

Back he walked into the bathroom to take ablution.in his title prayer, then pricked himself facing Divine Robbi. After doing the evening qiyamul, Aslan lifted up his hands, asking for all good. For himself, Namira.

"Yes, Allah make our way easy, strengthen our love, always give kindness and happiness to the wife of the servant."

All of Aslan's best prayers go out for the good of his household. He just wants to live happily with the woman he loves.

Aslan turned to Namira while she was humbled, and said "I Love You More."