The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
29 One Name among us

There is something different about the atmosphere of dinner at the residence of Mr. Erlangga. The presence of Rani and Bambang fiber little Raka makes the eating atmosphere feel warm.

Bram who usually never eat dinner, tonight also sat at the dining table to feel the warmth that was not present in his family for a long time.

The lady paints sitting flanked by her two daughters-in-law. Mr. Erlangga looked at Rani and Ayra alternately. Miss Lukis's longing for Bambang was instantly gone.

"Bram, you're not eating?"

Bambang saw that Bram's plate was still empty.

"No. I'm still the same as I used to be. I don't like to eat carbs at night."

Bambang saw Ayra who had never looked at him this morning thinking of judging her brother.

Bambang whispered something to Bram.

"You know, the carbs you need after you unwrap your wife. Haven't you scored on your goal yet?"

"Cloth."

Bram's little slap gave Adi the flower. As if still curious because the woman in front of him is like what the glance Bambang again wants to make a pair of newlyweds was wrong.

"Ma, haven't they been married for two days. Don't you want to have a granddaughter from Bram?"

Mrs Lukis who always understood that her youngest child always had ignorant and a little humorous.

"Mama has asked Aunt Marisa to prepare for you. Yesterday Aunt Marisa said get your tickets ready after your wedding to Cappadocia."

"We? you mean mama, me and Rani too?"

"Yes, papa asked because papa wanted to give you a wedding gift. Like Bram giving Ayra in anniversary mama and papa."

Mr. Erlangga put down his fork and spoon. Rani is busy with the face of Raka who is overwhelmed by eating alone in her dining chair.

Ayra who had ended her meal because she had finished slightly raised her face towards Mr. Erlangga.

"Papa, can Ayra have the gift changed?"

A few pairs of eyes were staring at Ayra. Bram just put his ear.

"Yes? say Ay."

"Ayra can choose to go to Mecca with Mas Bram pa?"

Bram who had been focusing on his phone raised his head.

"I don't agree Pa. There is no honeymoon. The company is a little bit stuck. I won't spend time on things that waste time."

Bram's cold voice is back.

Ayra lowered her head again. Mr. Erlangga who saw Bram still kept his distance to Ayra.

"Bram's."

Mistress Paints reminded Bram.

"If you are Ran?"

Mr. Erlangga turned towards Rani.

"Rani is up to papa and mama only from Raka also come."

Mr. Bram saw his two sons and son-in-law in turn. Then he issued a decision that made Bram and Bambang stunned.

"Well Ay, we're going to Mecca and to Turkey."

"I mean papa?"

Bram, Bambang, Rani and Lukis mistress seemed to not believe in Mr. Erlangga's decision.

"It's not just us. Papa will take Kyai Rohim and his wife."

"Subhanallah.... Really pa?"

"really. No one can refuse."

Ayra's face showed happiness because she was so longed to go to the Temple of Ullah. It is the most central place for all Muslims in the world.

"Then what about Beni and Liona pa?"

Bambang seems to know if his papa will not include his second brother.

"Ah they can't come. They both no longer need anyone else. Have Rafi prepare for our trip after your wedding reception Bram."

Bram heard that Mr. Erlangga's decision could not be twisted. The first day the younger brother who almost a year away from home is unlikely to have to listen to the debate.

Bram is still in his study busy with a laptop screen. Ayra is still repeating her memories. Leaving the boarding school that had raised him did not make him forget the habits he used to do.

Ayra chose to sit on the sofa in Bram's room. He didn't dare go into the study because Bram was still inside. She knew her husband had not fully accepted her, so she tried not to make him angry.

Bram who heard Ayra's voice that sounded like a teacher was curious. Until the CEO of MIKEL Group was peeking from the door gap that was not closed tightly.

"Was she teaching or singing? Is he not tired?"

Bram stepped into his room. Bram picked up the intercom and called Bik Kasih to bring him some water because the cup on his desk was empty. Then the man returned to his study without glancing or staring at Ayra.

The husband and wife relationship is still cold. Ayra who heard Bram who needed water to drink, she quickly finished her activities and went downstairs. Bik Asih had been in front of the elevator when the elevator door opened.

Ayra picked up the tray that Bik Asih had brought. He walked towards Bram's office. Bram who saw the door open but not the Asih who brought the drink was still sarcastic.

"Who told you to?"

Ayra placed a glass of water next to her husband

"Mas let me do my duty."

Ayra put one cup of water on her husband's desk. Bram still vividly remembers the incident in the elevator this afternoon. He wanted to take his wife back. I don't know why he misses Ayra's blushing and frightened face when he went to the cave this morning.

Ayra just wanted to walk out of Bram's study.

"Wait."

Ayra stopped and turned towards the voice that asked her to stop.

Bram was approaching Ayra.

"Tell me what exactly was all you said in the elevator?"

Ayra looked down in embarrassment because of her attitude earlier this afternoon against Shela. He did it because he was defending what was his and his rights. And keep the household from the third person.

Bram again intends to tease his wife.

"Yes mas. A wife is one of her husband's possessions. Only her husband is allowed to enjoy every inch of her body, her scent even her spoiled voice."

Bram was approaching Ayra. Ayra's face was already tensed enough.

"Not that one. The last part before Shela died elevator "

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The intelligent girl Ayra quickly responds and understands the direction of her husband's conversation. She raised her head to look at the handsome face of her husband who was wearing a black T-shirt and Chino shorts.

"Will Bram ask for his rights tonight?"

Bram smiled, He looked at Ayra with a mischievous look.

Ayra's face flushed, she remembered her courage last afternoon but now the courage was lost without a trace.

Bram took one step forward until they had only a few centimeters left.

The masculine scent of Bram's body can Ayra breathe clearly.

"Bismillahirrahmanirrahim, Let the servant please the husband of the servant Rabb. unite us in a love that you ridhoi Rabb. May all that I do for my husband be worth worshiping before you Rabb."

"Tell me, does giving a kiss to a husband also mean serving?" Bram said to Ayra while looking at his wife's face. Intentions want to flirt, but for Ayra it is a request and order from a husband to his wife.

Ayra feels cold hot, but she does not want to be considered a wife who is not good at making her husband happy. Ayra quickly held onto Bram's cheeks, looking at her husband's face. Very close there is no distance. Even her husband's breath could be felt. Still nervously, Ayra closed her eyes.

The first time he did that. First Kiss for her husband. Something that was only done with her husband. He just follows his instincts, even though Ayra never does this. But one sensation that he felt and the tension that arose on his body, as well as the husband's hands that reflexively held his waist and head, made Ayra change the position of his head.

Still with both palms soft and attached to the cheeks of her husband who has thin hair on his cheeks. Both of his eyes were still closed. Her heart beat fast but she still wanted to make her husband feel a sense of halal pleasure.

She wanted her husband to be happy only with halal touches, she wanted him to miss only her. And a first touch for those couple. It wants to clearly record the illicit taste if enjoyed with a man without a relationship tied up in the value of marriage.

One feeling that Ayra never felt let alone do with anyone. If all this time he only blushed embarrassed when the discussion of the book where he learned everything about jima'. prayer, time, even the style allowed in Islam was discussed there.

Because based on Ayra's understanding, according to the book that discusses sex the most ideal is an intimate relationship accompanied by aggressive nature, willingness of heart, and leaving naf-su(shahwat).

Now both of Bram's hands move on Ayra's neck wrapped in a hijab.

Either out of shock or enjoying what his wife is doing. Bram, who had widened his eyes, now began to close his eyes. Even his breathing began to hunt. He enjoyed this sensation. There is even more calmness and a sense of wanting. It was different with Shela. There was a sense of not wanting more when their lips met. But his wife's lips made him opiate. He did not want to ask, he just wanted to enjoy the sensation.

Bram felt pampered by his wife's soft lips. His body was slightly submissive because he felt that the wife was a little tipped to give something that he actually often did with Shela. But the sensation Ayra gave was different. It was as if he remembered one face and one taste. But he did not know and forgot where the last time he felt an interest in the tiny lips like his wife.

But all the taste and pleasure that a couple just enjoyed together must come to an end. It was as if Ayra had to go back to being patient with her husband. When Bram broke into a hug and tried to trace the neck of Ayra covered by the headscarf, her husband's sensual lips called a name in the middle of his breath and his passionate desire.

"Emmm...... Sheila..."