The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
58 Do Not Frequently Pass the Shortcut

Ayra has been wearing new clothes and hijab delivered by the house driver. Ayra asked Mr. Erlangga for Bi Asih to prepare his clothes.

Bram requested that his mother not be told if she was being treated. After the departure of Mr. Erlangga and Bambang, Ayra sat next to Bram.

Bram tried to close both his eyes but to no avail. He stared at the television screen but at once the television screen went out. Ayra quickly pressed the off button when there was her event entitled Authenticity Video duration of 44 Seconds Beautiful Model And A CEO.

"Why turned off?" bram said with annoyance.

Ayra placed the television remote on the table next to Bram's bed.

"Mas, rest. It's not good to see and hear news like that."

"You don't want to sleep?" bram asked again without looking at his wife's face.

"I will wait for you while repeating my Quran."

Bram tried to close his eyes. But it's still hard. He breathed rough through his nose. He rose from his sleep. One hand reached for the infusion hanging next to him.

"Where are you going?" ask Ayra gently.

"I'm Going to Pour a Little Water!" Said Bram still with a tinge.

Ayra quickly took the infusion in her husband's hands.

"I'll take you along."

"I can do it myself."

Ayra smiled but she followed her husband to the bathroom. Ayra chose to wait in front of the bathroom. Bram came out of the bathroom. Ayra who saw her husband's black trousers had not been buttoned so perfectly.

Ayra just smiled.

"Why not ask for my help?"

Ayra who suddenly buttoned the top of her pants zipper made both of Bram's noses inhale a clear fragrance from the wife's body.

Bram quickly walked over as Ayra looked at her face with a smile so sweet.

Arriving at the bed Bram remembered that his wife had something to say this morning.

"There was something you wanted to say this morning. What's?"

"Later wait for the healthy. It's not good to talk about something when the husband is in bad shape."

"Say now or not at all? my eyes are not sleepy yet."

Ayra smiled and sat down in the stainless chair next to Bram.

"Well if my husband asks. Ayra apologized earlier. Not that Ayra wants to patronize but Ayra can ask you something mas?"

"Ask."

"Did you do some troublemaking last night?"

Bram's face instantly flushed. He never thought how his wife knew what he was doing last night. Bram didn't answer Ayra's question.

"Mas, I just hope you don't take the illegal path if there's a lawful path."

Forehead Bram wrinkled.

"You mean?"

"You have me as your wife to achieve a pleasure that is even worth worshiping rather than doing your own satisfaction*n. There are many negative effects.

I'm sincere if I have to serve my husband while he's still mentioning other women's names. As long as my husband does not sin. God willing, hopefully I am strong, patient and sincere."

Bram who heard the story from his father that Ayra cried long enough from the cafe to almost an hour on the way because waiting for the evacuation process of the accident made Bram want to make his wife a little happy.

Bram understood what Ayra meant.

Ayra's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at her husband's question. He just nodded small.

"In addition to the impact on health, it will also be the impact of less harmonious relationship husband and wife."

"Do you regret marrying me because I haven't touched you?"

Ayra smiled very sweetly making the heart of the man who looked at her feel warm.

"No, Ta-pi. When our marriage was long. Ayra was just afraid that there was a seductive demon in the first moments up to the Himalayas while I was still halfway through and had yet to reach the top."

Bram furrowed his eyebrows a moment ago then he understood where the satirical language of the wife. Seen from his blushing face and slightly lowered.

"What do you mean I'll leave you behind?"

"Don't want maybe more to the word forced because inevitably because too often you go up the mountain with a shortcut then you will be faster to the top. Even your entire limbs can no longer enjoy the scenery during the hike. You feel more pleasure to climb the Himalayas through shortcuts that are not guided by God than through the prepared and Halal path."

Bram chuckled at the figure of speech his wife gave him. The first laugh that Ayra heard.

"What's that bad?"

"Yes. There is no denying the many cases of cheating on husband or wife just because of climbing problems when they look like they have no problems whatsoever. Suppose one partner feels insatiable. It could be that the husband often reaches the top alone. Or a wife who can't be a good friend when climbing because of the brake lining that doesn't bite anymore "

"A very interesting conversation. A wife can be a good friend. Aren't you wives just waiting. We're the men who fight to the point of dripping sweat?"

This time Ayra smiled slightly and slightly threw away her gaze.

"Today you reaffirm that you have never climbed any mountain yet."

The two eyes looked at each other. Two people who are still diving into their hearts looking for a place in the room where the couple is. Ayra ventured to hold Bram's hand which had no infusion hose.

"You know the mas. When an object that is often used, it will eventually wear out. So is one of the assets of the wives. A husband complains sometimes because he does not bite his brake pad when stepped on to make her husband feel less interested and happy when climbing with his wife and looking for a new car.

In fact, if a smart husband he must take care of his wife. Key communications. And the wife was in charge of making the camp always feel new so that the husband is satisfied when stepping on the brake, and can rest peacefully because of his tired of making a full day's living.

Lack of communication between husband and wife about the problem of climbing sometimes makes them just membendak dare not speak frankly. Though there are crevices of the devil to bring us closer to adultery"

"Is that important? When are we going to hike together?"

Deg.

Ayra's heart stopped beating. The cavities of his heart felt springy. His face blushed for a moment.

Bram enjoyed his wife's blushing face. He began to like a blushing face because he was seduced.

"Say when we'll climb. You said I couldn't take the shortcut. You said I'd get to the top first because I often cross the shortcut. Let's prove, when are we going to climb together?"

The face that was down but Bram could see a small laugh at Ayra as her chest shook. Ayra lifted her face, she looked at the man she was obliged to love when the Qabul ijab was held.

"God willing, whenever you call me while we are lawful to do it. I'll run towards you."

Ayra tersipu malu karena ungkapan isi hatinya. Ia berdiri dengan kondisi muka yang tertunduk dan merah merona.

"I want to wudhu again mas, I want murojaah first."

Ayra walked quickly almost like a small run towards the bathroom. His face was no longer white. But it has blushed.

Bram just looked at his wife's back while holding the cheek that had just felt the lips of his wife.

"All right, I'm not going to take any more shortcuts. I'm going to get rid of myself first Ayra. So that I don't hurt you. I don't want you to be the loser, missing out on what matters most to women if our end of the household doesn't end happily.

At which time, my heart has filled your name. That's when I'll call you. We proved that I was a selfish husband and left his own wife in the middle of the climb. Or we'll both enjoy the beauty of our first climb."

Bram's voice was a little loud enough to make Ayra hear clearly. He closed the bathroom door and rested his body while holding his chest.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed an irregular heartbeat. He did not dare to monologue because he was in an unholy place. Only the warmth in her heart that she felt and did not want to disappear from her heart cavity after hearing her husband's words.