PREGNANT WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED
Chapter 3

PREGNANT WITHOUT TOUCH (3)

I waited for a few minutes, but Namira did not open her voice. Silence, that's all we have. When I want to open the sound of a cell phone from inside the room. I turned to the door and turned to look at Namira. As if Namira knew, if I asked for her approval, she nodded her head. I rushed to the room and pressed the green button and said hello to someone across the street.

"Assalamualaikum," I said after the phone was connected.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" the voice of the woman who gave birth to me.

"Yes Umi! but Umi should just talk to Namira directly, not what let me be more familiar like that," I said reasoned when Umi asked me to take Namira to the boarding school. He said Umi misses his only son-in-law.

I walked back to the small mosque of my house, just a few steps away came the sweet voice of Namira who was murojaah. Usually he does it in the room, but not today, hopefully this is a good start.

Namira is still in the same position, I did not immediately call him because Namira is still teaching. I closed my eyes to live Namira's beautiful voice, as if realizing that Namira had finished reading, and then looked at me. I immediately dropped down in front of him and gave him a phone that was still connected.

Namira raised her eyebrows, I also told her that Umi was making the call.

"Assalamualaikum umi," Namira got up and walked towards the back garden, having removed her face first.

I, who did not want to disturb the intimacy of my two women, took the initiative to make Namira's favorite jasmine tea, "hopefully after drinking my homemade tea that I made with love, I hope, will make the feeling of namira much calmer," I smiled to myself while holding a cup with the picture of love. I choose the cup as a representation of my heart.

I brought two cups of tea and coffee, stepped into the back garden slowly. deliberately I did not want Namira to hear the sound of sandals that I used only one goal is to eavesdrop on Umi's conversation with her favorite daughter-in-law. But I seem to be late, though,

"Okay Umi, we'll be there, assalamualaikum."

Namira has terminated her phone after greeting. Namira was shocked to see me suddenly standing behind her. I offered a cup of tea and invited him to sit in the garden bench while enjoying an orange in the afternoon that appeared at the end of the rice field.

"What did you say, honey?" the speech escaped just followed by heart thump, when it dawned on me to immediately control myself so as not to look wrong, I turned this face for a moment, afraid there was a red hue on my cheek. Shamefully felt.

Namira shut up, doesn't she like that? or Namira is as embarrassed and misbehaved as I am. It seems like from now on I have to get used to calling Namira with a call dear. I want to melt his heart, I also want him to feel if he means a lot to me. I also determined whatever Namira told me later I should be able to accept it with iklas and airy chest.

"Try ah once more" I said inwardly.

"Darling, what did Umi say?" stick with the act of pretending not to know what the purpose of Umi calling.

I held my chest, which was now pounding very hard. There were murmurs running through my body, wanting to embrace that body, but what power I was currently unable to.

"Patience" that's all I said from my heart.

"Mmm. That, Umi asked us to go to the pesantren."

"If you don't want to, not pa-pa, let me tell Umi later," I said pretending.

I hope Namira agrees, my only goal is to provide comfort for him, with him in the pesantren environment later will be able to provide peace of mind and body. And hopefully Namira will also want to be frank about the problems that have been stored so far.

"I want Gus" I smiled softly at Gus' call.

"Can you call me by the call of a mas or a brother! just don't Gus, you're my wife is not my student at the boarding school" I said a little bit.

Seeing him speechless, I returned,

"It's your comfort, if Gus's calling makes you comfortable I don't have a problem."

I was about to turn around intending to enter the house because it was a little while later, but Namira's voice stopped my steps,

"Bang!" he called, making me surprised.

I turned back to face Namira, Namira was a little embarrassed, her fingers were clinging to each other, I smiled and stepped closer to her, but again Namira made some distance, she took a few steps back. seeing that my steps stopped, I gave a smile as his eyes looked at me. I don't want Namira to think about me. I was really afraid Namira would misjudge me.

"Look yuk! magrib, let's get ready for prayer," Namira walked after me.

Out of the bathroom, I saw that there was a cloth and a cocoa shirt on the bed, and a smile rose on my lips. I feel happy with Namira's change that has slightly started to accept me, I don't know or it's just my ge-er feeling.

When I was ready I knocked on Namira's room just wanted to say goodbye to pray to the mosque. There is no sahutan it looks like Namira is taking a bath. I decided to wait for him in the living room, I think the watch is still about fifteen minutes left magrib time.

Five minutes later, a cheque sounded from Namira's room door. Namira wears a Navi-colored robe with a veil and veil to make my way.I immediately stood up and walked up to him,

"Big to the mosque first well, you don't pa-pa right stay brother, hmm?" The title I just got from my Namira lights is wearing.

Namira just nodded, I stretched out my hand in doubt. unexpectedly the handsock wrapped hands kissed the reverence of the back of my hand. I immediately turned around and walked while squeezing the left chest, it seemed like the organ called the heart was not okay at this time.

"If I don't remember Namira's fear, it's like I want to eat it tonight."

"Astagfirullahalazim," I continued to take part all the way to the mosque, so that my brain would not continue to travel.

I just came home after performing Islamic prayers, it has become my habit to do that. Arriving in front of the house I did not go straight in, I stopped my feet right at the door, for the umpteenth time begging for strength,

"O Allah is severe in my trials to be a husband, I must hold back, when he is lawful to me."

How could I not desire to live with a beautiful woman who has a wife but can not I ga*li.

"I'm a normal guy, I don't know how long I can stop myself from touching you, Namira."

After successfully mastering the passion that had been stirring, I knocked on the door. It did not take long for the door to open and show my woman. He took my hand and kissed it again with reverence.

"Will you eat right away?" ask Namira after we enter.

"Yes, brother wants to eat you," I replied, of course it's only in the heart.

"Can! brother change clothes first," I walked away from Namira who also went to the kitchen.

"Darling, what so tonight are we going to Umi's house?" ask me after we sit at the dinner table.

"Yes, I just called again, he said tonight Umi wants us to go there."

"Hmm, finish eating we're leaving well."

No more chatter, just the sound of spoons and plates clashing against each other. The tail of my eye caught the movement of Namira who was inserting a spoon into her veil.I wanted it to feel like I asked her to open the veil, but I didn't want to force it, I didn't want to force it, with his own desire he will show his beautiful face that I have actually seen. I don't know why I suddenly miss seeing her again.

"Should I see when Namira falls asleep" I said in my heart.

Arggg...

I growled, and it made Namira surprised, evident from her reaction to seeing me.

"What's the matter?"

"Is the cooking bad?"

"Do I want to do it again?"

A series of questions came out of his mouth, the look in his eyes revealing worry.

"No..no really! your cooking is good, baby. Sorry, brother just thought about the work again," I said reasoned.

We went back to eating that had stopped because of the drama I made earlier.