PREGNANT WITHOUT BEING TOUCHED
Chapter 6

Pov Aslan and Namira

A beautiful morning, even very beautiful for me, I looked at the figure of the woman who stood behind me, as wide as the eye could see there was only a stretch of Abah's vegetable garden managed by the students.

Intentionally there is no barrier with the house of Dalem, in order to make it easier for mbok and santriwati to take and process it together.

Not only vegetable gardens, the santri also cultivate fish for their daily needs or can also sell it if the harvest is abundant. Abah and I and the Ustadz and Ustazah deliberately open land for the students, aiming to relieve the parents of the problem of the needs of their children here. Minimal to eat daily parents do not need to worry.

A smile rose in my lips, continued to give thanks even though I knew that my wife could not accept and love me but at least she still wanted to walk with me wading a new household nipper for a lifetime of corn.

It seems that Namira was not aware of my presence, just before going to the back of the house I could meet Umi was cooking with mbok dalem and some santri, I asked Namira whereabouts, I asked, and asked why Namira did not cook, when I knew Namira really liked to cook. Umi said if Umi did not allow Namira to help, afraid of cape he said. Umi also told me to accompany Namira and take her around the boarding school to get used to and feel at home.

"Who knows later Namira changed her mind to stay here Temenin Umi," like that said my woman earlier.

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Just about to say a greeting Namira keburu looked back, and smiled visible from his slightly minyipit eyes. I have been smiling since I saw him.

"Assalamualaikum dear," I continue my intention to say hello.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," he said slowly, and slightly turned away.

"Your attitude makes me more convinced that there is no seed of love in your heart" I monologue.

As I approached my halal love that was still standing, I tried to slightly reduce the distance that would normally be 1 meter now to a quarter meter. Namira is silent not evading as usual.

"We go for a walk, hmm? Around pesantren?

Namira just nodded, nothing was enough.

We also walked together, deliberately invited Namira first around the vegetable garden, at the end of the garden there is a gazebo that I deliberately made first for me to spend time if I was tired of my routine.

I also hope that the calm atmosphere helps Namira to tell me whatever she feels.

I extend my hand when going over the bridge because between the vegetable garden and the gazebo at the small limit times. Though hesitant Namira still welcomes my hand. Like being stung by electricity, my body suddenly got hot, even though the weather was very cold.

"Just the touch of a hand is hot like this, what else...?" i'm entangling.

"Astagfirullahalazim" I said spontaneously.

"Why proud?" ask Namira who must have heard my words.

"Ehh.okok kok no pa-pa just surprised kirain was what it was," I scratched the nape that did not itch.

Arriving at the gazebo there are drinks and snacks that I have previously asked for please santri putra to bring him here.

The atmosphere is lonely together with halal lovers, which delights you deny. I truly think true happiness.

Namira and I sat next to our eyes focused forward, with our silent friends busy with their own thoughts. Until that voice is heard,

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After feeling calm and I was ready, I slightly faced towards Aslan. Aslan who noticed my movements doing the same thing turned to look at me, and of course I did not dare to look at her.

I took a deep breath looking for oxygen supply. "Bismillah" I said in my heart.

"Bang!" call me slowly with interlocked hands to give yourself strength.

Aslan was silent, with a fixed gaze on me, and for some reason I took a breath and exhaled a long one.

"Did you really love me and my shortcomings?" I doubt it, even though Aslan once gave the answer.

But somehow this heart pushed my mouth to ask again as if it wanted to make sure something that of course would not come true if Aslan knew the truth.

Aslan smiled again, there was something strange with his smile, Aslan looked relaxed as if he already knew what I wanted to say.

"Surely he already knew, if it was true why he asked about the month where he didn't see me" I monologued.

"Namira, baby!" call Aslan with your hands raised to touch my hands but hold them off.

As soon as this chest tightened again, the next second there was only a cry from me, the veil that covered my face was soaked with so many tears spilled. Aslan approached, looking doubtful, one hand pointed behind my back, then pulled it slowly in his arms.I resigned, and tried to suppress the trauma that remained. Right now, this is what I need. One warm flowing embrace in my body and heart.

The heart thumping against each other was like the music that calmed my soul.

"Oh God, I will selfishly ask you not to let this man go away from me" I asked in my heart.

My cry broke even more as the soft voice calmed me down, "no pa-pa baby, you can talk slowly, hmm. I'll wait patiently," he said as he rubbed my head.

I broke out of his arms, I stared at the black net trying to find myself there, did he really love me. Aslan looked back at me, as his hand was about to stretch out into the veil, I turned a little to avoid. The tail of my eyes saw Aslan's face disappointed.

I looked back at him, saw my husband now bowing his head, then I lifted my hands to the back of my head to open the veil strap,

"Bismillah, my husband has the right to see it, even though he has not been able to touch me, at least this face he can see" I murmured inwardly.

When the hand about to open the veil Aslan had returned to see me, his eyes were muscular, his eyebrows were frowning, but I continued what I wanted to do.

"This is a small part of your rights, which you should have earned a long time ago" I said looking into his eyes seriously.

Aslan furrowed his eyebrows, from his face looked confused, I myself do not know what I did right or not? Will my husband like it or not?

But when will I act like this to my husband who has sacrificed so much to keep my feelings, I really feel that my actions are not fair to him.

"Oh God, strengthen my heart and resolve, I just want to give my husband a little right" I said in my heart.

I wanted to do what was best for my home, and tried to be a good wife to my husband by telling him all my past.