The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
18 Seduce Ayra
Bram immediately went into the room taking off his sneakers and blue shirt. There remained a black training attached to his body. He stepped into the bathroom.
Arriving there he saw Ayra was trying to take liquid soap that was in a closet high enough for him. A room with a bathtub and separate from the toilet.
Bram saw Ayra suddenly a sense of prank because he remembered the arrogance of the wife who did not want to look at her face when she asked before marriage.
Bram pulls Ayra's wrist. Until Ayra was in front of the chest of the Bram field without a cloth cover. Sweat running down Bram's chest soaked Ayra's hijab.
"Buck....."
Ayra who was shocked from being pulled suddenly. He was more unusual when his heart beat unbecause it was so close to Ayra. Bram's breath he could feel on his face.
Bram approached one step Ayra took one step back. Bram further cornered Ayra until the couple was at a very close distance.
Dag.
Digs.
Dugs.
Ayra's heart was beating. The masculine aroma of sweat produced by her husband's pores was able to make him remember one book that he had studied in the boarding school. A book of Fathul Izar in which we discuss something halal is practiced for a couple.
"You said your eyes would stare at me when I'm halal you look at. Am I not halal for you yet?"
Bram docked his body to his wife.one hand he raised and stick it on the wall right next to Ayra's face. And one other hand was on the wall with a position next to Ayra's waist.
Ayra raised her face. The smile she always gave on her face she made to her husband.
"Lick."
Bram swallowed his saliva violently. Ayra could see clearly the jakun her husband had just swallowed his Saliva. Their eyes met for a second time. Ayra tries to hold back her heart while Bram regrets doing that ridiculous thing for her.
"What did you say..... Serves. Yes Serving. You want to serve your husband now?"
Deg.
Ayra was flabbergasted to hear her husband's last words. There is a sense of happiness in Ayra's heart not because of the word serve but your husband said. Ayra was pleased with that word her husband said. He felt Bram gave a water to the plants in his heart when the rain never fell.
"God willing, whenever you ask for the right of the mas, Ayra will give you the mas while not in a haram condition for us to do it."
"Hehehe... Including here?"
Bram smiled smirk still staring at Ayra's face. The first communication without a tone of anger, the first communication in a very close distance and staring at each other. But with two different flavors.
"A intimate relationship in the bathroom?"
"What is his brain not as innocent as his face?! Does he want her?"
"You want to do that?"
"We? You're just kali!"
Bram brought his face closer to Ayra until their noses met. Ayra reflexively closed her eyes. He understood the meaning he learned about intimate relationships husband and wife or better known Ayra with the word jimak but he was zero in terms of practice.
Like now just staring at each other Ayra was no longer able to control her feelings. His heart was pounding and his mind was drifting back to recall some material about the limp.
"Where was your arrogance yesterday Ayra. Hehe.... You're just so good at words that you're so afraid to touch. A unique woman. There are many women out there even willing to sleep in order to become Madam Bramantyo. You even shy cat.Heh!"
Ayra who was still closed felt no more breathing her husband in front of her face. And the chest of the field that was attached to the two hands that Ayra placed in front of the chest was not felt.
"Let's say you want to serve me!"
Ayra opened her eyes. And saw that Bram had entered the bathtub and his long training had been lying on the floor. Ayra is still confused as to how but bathing together is also arguably worship because it pleases the husband.
Because one of the characteristics of Sholehah's wife is being able to serve her husband well and is good at pleasing her husband.
Ayra approached, Ayra holding the button behind her hijab suddenly Bram threw a small towel towards Ayra.
"Rub my back with this soap. Take a shower and get ready, mom and dad, take us somewhere."
Both Netra Ayra grew her tiny lips on her back. Ayra smiles and laughs at herself because imagining something else turns out her husband is trying to prank her. Ayra picked up the small towel and walked to Bathub and rubbed her husband's back.
"Stupid you Ayra. You even imagine the practice of the book of Fathul Izar hehehe...."
"Good mas. I took a shower earlier. Does his neck still hurt?"
Bram still did not answer the man closed his eyes. enjoyed the bathtub water that provides comfort and relaxation to his body.
Ayra was done rubbing her husband's back massaging his husband's neck and neck gently and up to the husband's shoulder.
Armed with the experience of natural therapy training that she had participated in where reflexology points to stretch the stiff muscles she applied to her husband's burly body.
Bram was silent because he did feel pain in his neck and shoulders. Which he thought was because it was scraped by Ayra last night. So he was only silent when Ayra's soft and smooth hands touched his skin and gently massaged the neck of his shoulders but felt so comfortable and comfortable for Bram's body.
Ayra was so happy that there was no rejection from Bram. Her husband seemed to be enjoying a massage from Ayra.
"Patience Ayra, sometimes God seems to delay what is rightfully ours.
Not want to delay and let us not get something, but want to give all the favors PERFECTLY.
because above it there are merits of reward, favors of prayer, favors of istigfar, favors of effort, and uninterrupted favors."
Ayra gave herself some encouragement while massaging Bram's shoulders.
"Huh. You are good at words and are good at slacking off the nerves that were so tense Ayra. I hope you can make me forget about Shela even if you don't love me."