Tear Flower
The Chapter 119
The aroma of sandalwood fluttering accompanied a pair of people who were in need of each other's presence.
From then on they continued to unify. Occasionally the two move away from each other to scoop up the oxygen supply and after that the pagutan was repeated.
And so on, then not long after the pianist's veined hand outstretched to reach the door handle and open it wide.
While carrying his wife, Zidan came out without releasing the page. He walked down the hallway reaching their private room.
Luckily the housekeepers by the time the night was approaching, they had already left the main residence.
The workers covered back to rest. So, nothing can interfere or hinder the wishes of the young master.
Moments later, the dark brown painted wooden door caught sight. Zidan opened it again and immediately brought his wife in.
His sturdy back was leaning comfortably behind the teak door while completing each other's wishes.
Not long after, the union of the two had stopped. Ayana and Zidan distanced themselves from each other with their chests going up and down trying to deliver oxygen to them.
Under the dim lights both faces were flushed red. Their lips also swell with the union that is done many times.
The corners of their mouths also expand expressing happiness for each other.
"Darling, do you want to do it?" asked Zidan gently with desire sticking out in the look of his eyes.
Ayana turned her face briefly to the side feeling her heart thumping even more. Words that he had never thought of all this time would be thrown from a Zidan.
A second later he looked back at his partner again. The slender body is getting docked to the body of the husband.
He brought his face to the side of Zidan's ear.
"Do whatever you want to do. I ... will do my duty as a wife again starting tonight," Ayana said in a soft voice.
Getting the green light Zidan rushed to take Ayana to the bed and placed her gently full of caution, like the figure was very fragile.
Being treated so gently and attentively made Ayana continuously develop a wide smile.
"You sure?" ask Zidan after the beloved is below him.
Without a doubt Ayana nodded her head in assuring that the pianist also curled the two corners of the lips.
The finger of the lentic fingers rubbed the soft temple adoration of his heart. His jet-black disembodied head nodded several times.
"I love you" Zidan said.
Getting a confession of love for the umpteenth time, makes Ayana even more sure if this man is truly sincere.
He saw the eyes of the husband so longing and there was a flash of love in it. Ayana continuously opened her heart again to stay with this man.
"O Allah, if indeed Mas Zidan is a true soul mate for the servant .. then grace our marriage and .. may we be together forever until Your jannah," ayanas mind as she reached out to her husband's neck again.
"What are you thinking, hm? I love you so much, Ayana .. really love you."
Ayana gasped as tears fell down her cheeks. Zidan cried revealing again and again his deepest feelings.
Ayana's soot beads widened to see how sincere and sincere the feelings that Zidan conveyed to her.
He pulled the burly back into the embrace and gently rubbed it many times.
"Em, I know. He loved me, thank you so much" he replied later.
In the stillness of the night the roar of breath of the two collided with each other. Movement after movement floated in the air ushering in another pleasure.
Ayana has no power to stem happiness and express it through tears. Now he heard her name called neither Bella nor any other woman.
A beautiful night is recorded in the history of Ayana's life, how the two did the actual bridal night relationship.
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After doing so, they fell asleep. Zidan opened his eyes again and saw the clock still showing at half-time three in the morning.
Her milk-brown eyeballs were rolling scanning for someone sleeping on the right side. The red lips were perfectly inflated watching the woman who had once been wasted return to the deck.
He also gently caressed the child's hair that blocked the wife's wide forehead.
"I'm sorry ..for all the mistakes I've made in the past. I'm really sorry and .. thank you for coming back to me, Ayana," said Zidan Lirih then put a deep kiss on the forehead of his halal partner.
In silence he continued to look at Ayana, until soon the bead petals opened making their eyes collide with each other.
"Mas not sleeping?" tanya Ayana hoarse.
"I woke up" Zidan replied briefly.
Ayana slightly moved from lying down and grimaced slowly when her body felt pain after the night activity that was not used anymore.
With deft Zidan kneading Ayana waist plan. The owner turned his head briefly and saw the clock still showing three o'clock less.
"Mas, do you want to pray tahajud with me?" bargain later.
At once Zidan got up and looked fixedly at Ayana.
"Sure, that's what I want to do with you. Come on." Zidan immediately carried the body of the wife to cleanse themselves.
A few minutes passed, finished bathing the couple and held a prayer together. They perform tahajud sunnah prayers together.
This is the first time Ayana can be a mother of her husband. Zidan served as a good priest guiding his wife to worship God.
Although they had returned together and Zidan often reminded Ayana not to forget the obligation, but because of each other's busyness, the two did not have time to pray together.
Finished their prayers sitting on their respective prayer mats. Both hands are with respect to Allah.
"O Allah, O Lord, thank you for all the favors you have given us. O Allah, thank you for awakening the servant from error. Thank you for bringing back the servant's wife into the fold."
"O Allah, make our stairs sadinah, mawadah, warrahmah."
"Hamba loves his wife very much, make our marriage a blessing and become a family that is always based on faith in You."
"Robbanaa hab lanaa min azwaajinaa wa zurriyyaatinaa qurrota a'yun. O our Lord, grant us our spouse and our offspring as (our) sweeteners. Give us the progeny of Soleh sholehah, O Allah, aamiin" said Zidan.
As the prayer was made, Ayana's tears flowed unbearably. He cried and cried hearing clearly the hopes and wishes of his life partner.
In silence, he prayed that prayer. He also wants the same thing, although it does not rule out the possibility of trauma and fear is still inherent in the soul.
It is not easy for someone to forget the past.
"O Allah, heal the fear in the servant. The servant wants to be the best wife and mother for Mas Zidan and our children in the future, only to You is the servant hoping, Lord," he thought later.