President Cilok
112 Unification of two people

Now, Damar and Wulan agreed to pray first.

"When you want to call your wife (new bride), pray first two rakaat.then pray to Allah, for the good of what you have despised, also seek refuge in Allah from evil and evil in you and your family." [ Kitab Al Mushonnaf Juz 3 p 401 ]

With the intentions they speak.

(I pray Sunnah night bride two raka'at lilahi ta'ala)

After the completion of the prayer Damar also offered a prayer. So that what is a field for his paradise can be in the Ridha of Allah. “(Yes Allah verily I plead with You his goodness (Wife) and the kindness I take from him, and I take refuge in You from his wickedness and what evil is in it also from what evil I take from him.)”

The beautiful unraveling prayer, being a temple in the verse of martyrdom with the gentle voice of the husband, is secured with all the heart of the soul by Wulan. “Amin.” she also scooped her face and saw the back of someone who has been legally her husband now.

After the prayer, silence was further stoned between the two. This is in stark contrast to the situation before they were actually married. This time, it was as if he was busy reading each other's minds.

“Ehem...” deheman Damar breaks awkwardness and silence like a moment of silence. He then turned his body to face Wulan who was currently wearing a lacy white face that he had prepared. This was his first time becoming a priest for the woman he had married. Seeing the radiance of calmness from the wife, made the rhythm of his heart more complacent to look at him.

Wulan smiled faintly, she shook Damar's hand. “So, are you now my husband? Ah... why does it feel like this is just a dream?!”

Damar widened his smile, and chuckled lightly at Wulan's small voice, “Then what can I do to prove that this is not just a dream?” He then brought his face closer, approached Wulan and kissed her on the lips.

Wulan blinked her eyes, looking at Damar. “Not so, what is...” Wulan speech floating while, again her lips are already locked by a chewy object belonging to her husband.

Damar pulled himself, he sat meaningfully. “Better, let go of your face first, then we talk in bed, while exercising at night?”

Wulan chuckles amusedly, “Hahaha..... sports night? It's one o'clock at night brother!” he shouted, then opened the face and folded it neatly. Currently, he only wears Damar's t-shirt, as well as home-style shorts.

“Sorry well, because the clothes that Mom prepared for you I have not brought to this room, so you wear my clothes,” Damar feels guilty for not preparing it first.

Wulan shook her head, “No pa-pa.”

Likewise with Damar, he took off his sarong and also his cocktail shirt and put it in the hanger and put it in the closet. Seeing Wulan in her tee shirt made her want to menguyel Wulan immediately. Damar scooped his wife's waist, and slightly dragged her and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Aaa..” Pekik Wulan surprised, now his position is resting on Damar's thigh. “What are you doing, Kang Cimar?!” He wanted to get away from the confinement of Damar who hugged him tightly from behind, and the tighter a Damar hugged him until he buried his face in his back.

“Silence,” says Damar. He then lifted his face, and approached his wife's ears, and whispered with a heavy voice. “This time I will say, what I have talked to Mr. Kusumo,” Damar said, in earnest. He thought there was no need to buy time for Wulan to find out.

Receiving a soft whisper in his ear, making Wulan even more heated, his blood rippled violently. He looked to the side, and saw Damar from the tail of his eyes. “What is it?”

Damar lifted his wife's body like a pillow, to sit beside her. Then he himself turned to sit sideways putting one foot on the bed, locking Wulan into the reach of both his legs and hands.

Wulan could no longer dwell, it could be said, he was just fickle. Wulan thought she was now no longer his own, but also belonged to a man who was so valiant, with all his readiness, married her now. The awkward feeling, the more it disappeared and flowed just like a river flowing downstream.

Damar could clearly see Wulan's natural face. He sighed, holding both of his wife's cheeks. “I was asked to keep Ratna,” he said.

Wulan was not surprised at all, because she had expected it. “Then you are ready? Is it possible that Kusumo also asked you to marry her?” ask Wulan to make sure. He saw Damar nod. “Terus you want? polygamy so?!” he asked with certainty Damar's answer.

Damar shook his head, “Of course I don't want to, just one wife I haven't reached yet!”

“Keep, if the woman is not Ratna, do you intend to polygamy and dutifully tell me, frankly I say, before you really touch me after this, I do not want to be polygamous for any reason, I do not want to be polygamous, sometimes I don't want to share, especially this love? Liver?!” fred Wulan, shaking her head. “No! Nope! I don't want to!” again he said that he was anti-polygamy.

“Ahahahaa...” Damar's laughter sounded loose, but a little later, his laughter was not heard because Wulan had silenced his gaping mouth laughing with his wife's palm.

“Do not discuss polygamy, because I am a man who is reluctant to do that.” said Damar. “Listen to me my wife!” he continued, calling Wulan a funny-sounding name.

“Cie'e wife?!” sela Wulan, then chuckled amusedly, while closing her lips so as not to get carried away with her mood. “Yes my husband.”

“According to you, what does it mean to get married?” ask Damar, while pulling Wulan into his warm embrace.

Wulan replied to Damar's warm embrace, she wrapped her hands around the waist of her bare-chested husband, “If you think yourself, what is the meaning of marriage, Kang Cimar?” to be honest, he really liked leaning against the chest of the Damar field. His heart hummed dumbly, by the cradle of Damar's hand that gently rubbed his head repeatedly.

Damar kissed the head of his wife, and spread his gaze to look at the Kaaba's furniture. “Married that? The benchmark of marriage is not seen from comparable or not. Marry that? Not about readiness but about the courage to take responsibility before God. Marry that? Like swimming is not enough theory to master.... It is the one who will teach us not to be immersed in life,

Marry that? Not just about love and taste, but about faith and fidelity to the teachings and recommendations of God. Marry that? Putting together the puzzle of life, it often takes a third party to clop up a puzzle in an arranged marriage,

Marry that? Not about trust alone about the taste of only delicious noodles that never lie,”

Wulan was still listening to Damar's explanation of the view of marriage with a peaceful heart, really in his heart was so amazed. Because, he married a man who loved his soul not his lust.

“Married that? It is scary for singles, but believe me so the eternal singles let alone dating more scary heartbreaking + shameful, let alone there has been an affair,” Damar explained a picture of marriage according to him.

Wulan rubbed Damar's cheeks, then wrapped her arms around the nape of her husband's neck, muttering. “That's because you were once cheated on!”

“Well, that's what romance is like, because from my mistake, I'm now reunited with women like you. Mending was sick first, rather than being late to realize.” concluded Damar, answering his wife's statement.

Wulan pulled away from Damar's arms, he sat face to face, staring into the manic black eyes of the husband, “I do not guarantee loyalty, well, I only maintain the quality, I just keep the quality, affection and loyalty is a worthy reply to the right of a man who has pledged all his love to his partner,” Then kissed Damar's lips briefly.

“Aih, sweetness!” damar chirps, got sweet treatment the wife makes Damar, more anxious. A burning sense of energy lit up, bringing it ever more dissolved into the imagination that made it fly high in the clouds. “Married that? Like eating sausages.... Can be done by anyone in any condition that is important so nice intention and purpose. And marriage is easy because Allah is All-Easy. Unless we ourselves complicate the reason.” explained Damar again, “And I also want to eat you.” continued teasing. Now, there was no longer a barrier between him and Wulan.

Before actually getting in and getting stuck into a hot game full of love. Damar read the basmalah as well as a prayer for him to start touching his wife. “Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, (By mentioning the name of Allah. O Allah, keep the sheath away from me, and keep the sheath away from that which You will grant us (son, descendants). Wallahu nature.” Then kiss Wulan's forehead very solemnly and gently, as soft as a marshmellow touch.

Slowly Damar laid his wife's body. Playing his lips on the lips of his wife. Take off one by one the clothes that are attached to Wulan's body. The love deepened, he kissed Wulan's neck, and left some of his possessions there, which were reddish in color.

Stimulation for the sake of stimulation, Damar did it very slowly.

Likewise with Wulan, increasingly uncontrollable received the stimulation given by Damar, reflexively his arms wrapped around the nape of the neck of the husband, with Damar's position confining himself, “Ssshhh...” sighs just came out of his lips.

“Sick well?” Hearing his wife's sigh, made him more excited. However, it is still in slow mode.

“Slightly...” replied Wulan with a heavy voice. Desahann for the sake of sighing roared groans from Wulan's lips. He held the back of his husband.

Likewise with Damar, who is channeling invisible funds to fill the womb of the wife.

The unification of two people ended at 04:12 local time. Scores of four, three. Before being lulled into a dream, Damar brings Wulan to cleanse himself of the results of a hot game full of passion for the soul. To then perform the morning prayers together.

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Seriate...

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Note: Some of the prayers above are written in Arabic, but I prefer directly to the meaning only.