The actor? Who's Afraid!
Submissive

"Alhamdulillah."

As soon as Mas Zain finished saying the qobul with one breath. Echoing the gratitude of all those who witnessed ijab qobul between me and mas Zain.

This heart trembled when Zain returned to comfort me in front of my family, with a different sensation from his previous contract. Long ago, before Zain made a strange deal, my heart was so happy. This time many times happy because this marriage is finally based on love.

My heart was pounding, when Zain put his hand on my crown to recite the prayer after the contract. After kissing my forehead for a while. Almost this eye drops the water if Zain does not immediately lower the kiss on my eyelids.

I replied by grabbing my husband's hand and landing a kiss on his back and palm solemnly.

"The cad are done. Next, Rayya and I will go home" said Mas Zain shamelessly and even embarrassedly impressed.

I lowered my eyes when I accidentally broke into a corner with Mr. Ustadz. Mana pak ustadz so follow the smiles.

"Sabar Zain, it's still late in the afternoon. Like a newlywed. You're just repeating the contract, not repeating the first night." Om Rahman blurted at will.

"There's something you don't understand" Zain replied with a sigh. Then glanced at the clock on his wrist.

"It's not afternoon, but it's early morning. Tomorrow morning, I have to be in the office to present the steps to be done in the future, regarding the online shopping application I got yesterday, while in California. Tonight I have to learn it first."

"You finally got that tender, Zain?" Om Rahman responded to Zain's story with passion. Maybe they shared their stories before.

"Congratulations, Zain."

"Thank you, Om."

The two shook hands and embraced each other. Indeed, from the beginning of Zain married me, they have established a special closeness.

"Congratulations, yes, Zain. For your wedding, your new tender." Bang Adam also congratulated, shaking hands but not with hugs. I think Zain still thinks Adam's bang rival.

"Tackle your jealousy towards me Zain, now I'm Rayya's brother."

"It depends on the situation, Dam. You're just a foster brother, still no muhrim to my wife." Mas Zain patted Adam's shoulder afterwards.

Ish, what the hell! They're both.

Congratulations also said from Mama Wanda and Aunt Aira, not to forget some of the housekeepers who happened to watch us get married tonight.

"Congratulations, yes, Mas, Ma'am, on her marriage. May you remain together not only until your grandparents, but until jannah. Encourage marriage on the basis of worship so that everything you do is worth the reward," the advice of the ustadz who is still the same age as Zain mas also thrown.

I only nodded my head as the other pieces of advice slid lightly from him. Sometimes feeling slapped sometimes also feel represented because of the words of the ustadz.

"What is this, exactly the rame-rame," said Tasya as Caca who is now standing at the top of the stairs. His hand was put into the pocket of the jeans he was wearing. The dress that he previously used has changed into a nude crop top, looking in contrast to the color of his white skin.

Mr. Ustadz immediately lowered his gaze as Tasya approached towards him. Of course, half of his stomach was left exposed, challenging every eye he looked at.

Mas Zain got out of the way, got closer to me. Looks like Zain's mas is starting to understand about the prohibition on looking at women who are not mahrom for him. Or maybe it's because I'm worried if I explode and threatened to sleep outside the room.

"There's studying?" tanya again tried to duck to steal the gaze of the ustadz. Immediately I pulled Tasya's brother away a few steps from the ustadz. Poor sir ustadz also felt depressed like that.

"What, the hell, you?" I took my hand off his arm.

"Know what the hell are you about politeness!" Tasya replied with a ketus, very sniffling. Totally different 180° from Tasya's sister before. Makes me end up scratching my nape without itching.

In the end, Mr. Ustadz immediately say goodbye and leave this big house in between by mas Zain and bang Adam.

"What a fun njai, anyway!" said Mr. Tasya who I don't think needs an answer. He went back upstairs after waving at the backs of the three men who were walking further away.

It seems like the previous one was agreed, Zain and I went back to the dream house without aunt Aira and om Rahman. They reasoned to be guarding Tasya if he returned tantrums and there was only a bang Adam alone as a man.

*****

"Well, I finally got home too." I put my body on the bed. Mas Zain followed inside the room and locked the door. It made me sit back and put both eyebrows together.

"Why locked, Mas. It's just the two of us who live in this house."

"Let safety" he answered briefly. Then walk towards me with a suspicious smile.

"Would you like to learn the presentation data for tomorrow morning?" I said who understood the meaning of that smile. The way he crawled from the side of the bed to get close to me looked adorable.

"Not to learn about it. I want to learn something else" he whispered in my ear, which made all sorts of feathers on my body stand except for my eyelashes. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look closely at his face that stayed a few inches.

"Dec," she said softly. "Patience, yes. We should take the wudlu first and pray two rokaat. Sunnate so." Mas Zain immediately moved, then led me to the bathroom.

I'm the one who's impatient, yeah. Something's wrong with this.

After taking the wudlu and wearing a mukena to prepare for prayer, mas Zain again held my forehead while praying a little loudly until it sounded in my ears.

"Allahumma Innii Asaluka Min Khoiriha wa Khoiri Ma Jabaltaha Alaihi. Wa Audzu bika Min Syarri wa Syarri Ma Jabaltaha Alaih. O Allah, I ask You for His goodness and the goodness of what You have given him, and I take refuge in You from his evil and the evil You have given him

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barakattuh."

Two prayer skirts finished, I grabbed the hands of Zain mas who hung first. Landing kisses on his back and palms.

Not long after the kiss on the forehead I got. Even mas Zain helped release the mucus that covered my head to show me the length of my hair that I had just shown him.

"My wife is so beautiful" praised Zain before lifting my body in her cradle to move me to the bed.

Tonight was not as usual, mas Zain did not rush to fondle me but prayed first while leading me.

"Allahumma Jannibna as Syaithon wa Jannib as Syaithon Ma Rozaqtana. O Allah, keep us away from Satan and keep away from anything You have provided for us."

After praying, Zain cut the distance between us. Stimulating every inch of my body to keep it from getting too tense.

"Later if it hurts, hold on a little, yes, Deck," he whispered in between taking oxygen to fill the lungs again.

As a teacher, I just nodded according to every guidance of my priest.