The charm of Ayra Khairunnisa
95 Enchantment Love Bram
Two pairs of eyes looked at each other. One sentence Bram signifies that he wants to feel the sweetness of Ayra's lips also makes the wife blush embarrassed. Ayra rubbed her husband's chest gently.
"Ayra wants to take a bath first."
"All right."
Bram carried Ayra to the bathroom. Today Ayra is truly the Princess of Bram's life. He was treated like a queen. When he got to the bathroom door, Bram asked his wife to open the door.
"Open the door."
One hand of Ayra wrapped around her husband's neck she let go and opened the black bathroom door.
"Square."
"Subhn...."
Ayra held back her words because the husband had stepped his foot in.
Bram sat Ayra on the edge of the bath up.
"You take a bath yourself or I'm man-"
Ayra covered Bram's lips with one of her fingers. He stood up and slowly pushed the husband. Bram continued to retreat as the wife continued to push slowly. Enraptured Bram looking at the beautiful face of the wife also makes him just resigned because his wife's two soft hands push the chest of his field. Ayra's feet that continue to step forward also make her resigned when outside the bathroom.
"Cups"
One kiss Ayra gave to her husband when her husband was outside the bathroom. Quickly the tiny body disappeared from behind the door.
"Square."
Ayra held her chest up and down while leaning behind the door, while Bram was still gawking in front of the bathroom door. From behind the door Bram screamed a little.
"Let's wear the clothes I hang."
Bram passed from the front of the bathroom. While Ayra still feels the warmth of her heart is applied so romantically by the husband. A bathub filled with rose petals and the smell of roses was as fragrant as the direction of the bathub.
When he looked towards the clothes. There is a pink short-sleeved negligee that is only limited to the knee. Non-transparent negligee, a negligee with floral motifs. Ayra enjoys soaking in warm, rose-flavored water.
He cleaned himself using a shower after he finished soaking. When she finished wearing the clothes that her husband had prepared, she dried her hair with a small towel.
One step out of the bathroom. The husband quickly walked towards Ayra. He quickly lifted his wife's body until he was seated on a chair facing the mirror of the dresser that was thick in black.
Bram combed Ayra's hair. Only through the mirror reflection did Ayra look at her husband's face. No talk as long as Bram dries Ayra's long hair. Ayra enjoyed everything her husband did.
After Bram finished looking at his wife through the mirror reflection. A few minutes Bram enjoyed his wife's beautiful face from the mirror. His tiny body also made Bram repeatedly hold his breath. It turns out that Ayra has a body that is quite sexy even though small, even her beauty when without hijab was able to make both lips of Bram gaping in amazement.
Tonight was the first time he enjoyed the view of his wife's face, hair and body without the hijab and the usual robe covering his tiny body.
"Pretty."
One word that makes the wife's cheeks turn as red as a ripe tomato. Bram lifted Ayra up on her bed. A bed that was never occupied by the two of them. Tonight the padded mattress felt it first held the weight of the owner of the room.
Ayra looked at her husband as she was already leaning on the soft mattress headboard.
"Mas mas wants Ayra tonight?"
Bram shook his head slowly.
"Do you forget or pretend to forget? or are you looking forward to climbing with me?"
Ayra scrunched her forehead. He remembered that this was the last night of the month. Ayra smiled knot.
"Mas read the book yesterday well."
"Hem. Mas want to start our relationship with the shariah Ay. Mas loves you. I want to start with good things. Including the day when we climb because we want our generation to also be a good generation if it can be the best."
"But the prohibition is only limited to makruh not up to the fragrance such as doing the jimak when the wife is menstruating or nifas mas."
"Mas knows about the right time to listen, according to Imam al-Ghazali. Should be done every four days, or depending on the needs. Some scholars there who mengunnahkan on Friday’at.
The night of the sacrifice, the first night of the month, the middle night of the month, and the last night of the month. But wasn't it in your book yesterday that there was a little note you slipped."
"Remember. Not everyone has the ability to return to the Qur'an and Hadith, especially for lay people who are in the spirit of learning religion.
So, for the layman, it is important to listen to the word of God which means Ask the expert people, the scholars if you do not understand enough.
So I chose to listen to the opinion of the Ulama who makruh to four nights ago. Mas chose the day after tomorrow to hike with you Ay. The day after tomorrow is Friday night."
"Aren't you going to climb tonight?"
Ayra squinted her two eyes at her husband.
"You want her?"
Now it's Bram's turn to smile at his wife.
"Ayra said, Ayra will be my mum tonight. Whatever you ask for tonight Ayra will agree."
"Goup."
One kiss landed on Ayra's forehead.
"Mas doesn't want our son to be like Ay. A man full of sins. Mas want to start our household with a good one including the day of climbing also mas want the best day like Some scholars who sunknah on Friday’at.
So your husband who is empty of religious knowledge wants to wait for Friday night. I booked a ticket to Bali."
Bram turned his head towards Ayra. He whispered something into his wife's ear. Until the wife's face blushed. And bowed in shame.
"Tomorrow we go to Bali, we will hike there. Tonight let us go out first. You've never been in a relationship."
Ayra chuckled and lowered her head. He tried to shake off his shame.
"Have you prayed?"
"It has. Go sleep. You must be tired one day. What time do you want to wake up? Umi Laila says you always pray lail. I'll build you up later."
Bram tucked Ayra's hair down by Ayra's cheek.
"Mas not sleepy?"
"Mas will sleep when my wife is asleep"
"Ayra can you ask for something?"
"Hem.
"Ayra wants to pray Lail tonight with the mas. Could he be the priest?"
"God willing if two rakaat mas can. Mas new hapal 4 short surah. His intentions are already puffed up. Almost a month it made mas try to learn a lot of things Ay."
Ayra shifted from her place. He pulled out a blanket that covered half of his body.
"Ayra wants to sleep in the arms of the mas. Can you?"
Bram smiled knot. He got into his bed and went into the blanket. He pulled his wife down into his chest. He stroked Ayra's long black hair.
"Sleep."
"I'm really fascinated by the way you love me. Did I not pull in your eyes until you were able to hold out until the day after tomorrow? "
"Cups"
One kiss Bram gave to Ayra's tubers.
"Today I want to prove it to you Ay
My love for you is not a lust for your beauty, nor is it a lust I want to complete.
If you just want to obey lust. Then I won't wait too long to finish Ay. I have never climbed with anyone so far. Not that you're not attractive, honey. But you're too valuable.
Then I want to give you the most beautiful and best memories when climbing including the time. The day after night you will know how attractive you are in your husband's eyes. Sleep on."