The Incomplete Love
Shocked Marriage

Abby assisted Zee in the fog to prepare a bridal room for Kala and Fatimah. They proposed to be at the hotel but it was seen that Kala and Fatimah were too tired. They had not slept for more than sixteen hours of travel.

Especially Fatimah who just landed from the previous flight. Not to mention the tension when pursued by Alex and his gang.

Abby gave a touch of flowers collected from the vendor of the Donavy company group. Abby had also prepared some clothes she bought because Fatimah did not bring a piece of clothing except the uniform that was still attached to her body.

After being satisfied the two brothers came down so that Kala and Fatimah could go up.

In the living room there was only Qiara. Kala and Fatimah had fallen asleep on the sofa.

“Poorness, Mas Kala equals Fatimah.” Abby looked at her sleeping brother and wife while holding hands.

Qiara replied while whispering, “In shea Allah they are happy from now on. Aya also called Oom Dicky. They should remain vigilant.”

Thoriq takes Qiara, Abby, and Zee to the kitchen. There are triplets. Liam and Aira had already returned to Thoriq's house because Aira needed to rest.

“In Allah, Dicky and his family are always in the protection of Allah. They help people a lot who are not able to. The news that there is danger of stalking the Dicky and Hanna families is spread through Mirza who is now a cop. The surrounding community is on standby.”

“Bismillaah hopefully all protected,” says all at once.

“Buna want to stay here or go home Aya?” Zee asked with raised eyebrows.

“To Aya's house, Zee is ready?”

“Lift lift bag.”

Since marriage, Qiara has lived in Thoriq's house. She has not been able to invite her husband into the bedroom that has been a witness of love with the late Devan.

“Abby, wake up Mas Kala and Fatimah to move to the room ya.”

“Ready!”

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When I woke up I heard the sound of the Adhan from his hape. So did Fatimah. I am so tired that they don't change clothes.

They were meeting each other.

“Good morning, wife..”

Fatimah opened her eyes. He is not used to having a sleeping partner. She almost beat her husband.

“Good morning, Mas. Fatimah was shocked to wake up next to Mas Kala. I am warm for Mas wudhu yes, very cold air.”

Kala nodded. Fatimah got up and went into the bathroom and turned on the warm water.

“Mas warm water is ready.” Fatimah walked out of the bathroom approaching the bed.

“You wudhu first aja.”

“Mas first aja.” Fatimah pulled out Kala's hand that was still lying down. With a single sigh, Fatimah fell on the sturdy body of Mr. Doctor.

Not long after, Kala landed a kiss on his wife's lips. Hair that is still tied.

“Mmmh. Ready yourself yes Fatimah, after dawn, Mas want to ask for the rights Mas.”

Fatimah buried her face in Kala's chest before finally getting up.

“Iya, Mas.” Fatimah answered nervously, her heart pounding.

During Kala's time in the bathroom, he looked for the clothes Abby had prepared. Her eyes were patterned staring at the sexy lingerie that definitely did not cover anything.

“Yes Allah, Ma'am Abby ..”

After the morning prayers. Kala helped Fatimah open the door.

He swallowed the saliva staring at the body of his wife who was only covered in a laughing cloth.

“Thank you, Abby,” inner man whose passion is starting to rise. He knew his wife's lingerie was Abby's choice.

“Mas, shame ..” Fatimah tried to cover the perfect body shape.

“No need, you already have Mas, now.”

“Allahumma janibnasyaithana wa janibnisyathanamarazaqna,” says both.

Interesting time Fatimah then ******* chewy red lips that tickle her passion. Fatimah sighed favourably. Before long the lucknut shirt was released somewhere.

Fatimah enjoys touch by touch. It was dominant in bed. In his day, he looks relaxed and silly.

On the other hand, Fatimah who used to take decisions and be firm, enjoy and obey all the wishes of Kala.

That morning, for the first time, Kala felt the pleasure of being a man. Slowly but surely he moves on a body that wriggles favourably.

Fatimah is all that Kala always craved from a woman. While Fatimah, he almost did not want to close his eyes because he was worried that he would wake up from a dream.

Kala keeps moving, changing positions, demanding but giving at the same time. Fatimah hugged Kala and did not want to let go. His hands traced the curves of the perfect body that was providing warmth.

“Fatimah, Darling. You enjoy it, right?”

With a hoarse voice, Fatimah assented.

“Now, yes. I can't do it.”

It moves faster until both reach the top at the same time.

“Alhamdulillah ..”

Kala rolled the body to the side, reaching Fatimah to enter his arms.

“It hurts, Honey?” Kala noticed the red patches that stained her white bed sheet.

“A little bit fitting first. Mas, wasn't it good? Fatimah has not pinter.”

“Enak. Keep taking a break again, yes.”

Fatimah nodded. He buried his head into Kala's warm chest.

“Mas, you know this is not like what I imagined.”

“Mas understands. This is all beyond expectations. If people do ta’aruf first. Using ta’aruf time to get to know each other. If we are reversed, then marry a new acquaintance.”

“Fatimah fear. If ...”

“Sssh, in that doubt there is a demon at play in our hearts and minds. God loves marriage, Satan seeks divorce. God has allowed us to be together, rest assured of God's ordinance. Promise yes, dear. Whatever the difference, we will understand each other.”

“Appointments. Mas, Fatimah wants to cry.”

Fatimah shook her head strongly. Tears shed.

“Hey, hey, sorry, Mas forced you too much?”

“Not .. Fatimah is very happy. So happy. Mas, guide me so that I can be a sholihah wife for you. So that I can make you happy. So that we can be reunited in the afterlife as a couple.”

“In shaa Allah, dear. We promise to be faithful to our marriage, take care of you, our children, our grandchildren. I'm asking each other for you, can you?”

“Jagain, Aya, Buna? In shaa Allah. They are Fatimah's parents too.“

“Bismillah, again yuk?”

Fatimah did not reply, but a gentle touch on Kala's chest let the man know that his wife was ready to share his pleasures with him.

***

Years pass. On the eve of Eid, everyone gathers. Liam put a takbir sound on the speaker.

Thoriq sat down while embracing Qiara. Enjoy the warmth with the presence of all children and grandchildren.

Liam and Aira with their two very active sons. Kala who was holding the eldest while Fatimah was pregnant with her second child. Qiara smiled looking at Kala's son who was very similar to her father as a child.

Hamiltom was busy chasing his twin son while Abby breastfed the youngest, who was still a baby. Triplets with each spouse and their sons.

Stay Zee, favorite auntie, who is still predicated student.

Thoriq.

“Everything, Aya and Buna want to announce something.”

“Yes Allah, Buna is pregnant? We want to have another sister gaes.”

“Kalandra Akira Putra Thoriq,” Qiara pinched her son's waist whose prank never healed.

Everyone laughed happily. Kala kissed her mother's forehead with great affection.

“Kanda, Buna Darling.”

Thoriq cengengesan, “Kala, you are right. Buna is pregnant.”

Everyone immediately fell silent. Staring at Qiara between believing in disbelief.

“Gotcha!” Thoriq and Qiara simultaneously exclaimed.

“Yes Allah, surprise me!” Zee rubbed his chest.

“Can-can later if I have children, one school with my sister.”

“No, baby Zee, you will always be the baby gumush sister of your brothers.” Azka pinched her sister's cheek. Although already in college but the sisters always consider it fun.

“So what was the announcement?” Ask Hamilton who is still patiently listening.

“Refrigerator,” whispered Zee. Abby glared at her sister.

“Oya, thank you for reminding. So we got an offer to open a Happy Story restaurant in New York. The plan starts next month Aya and Buna will travel there more often. Our second restaurant will be named New Story.”

“Why not stay there?” Tanya Azka who lives in America with her family.

“First, permission long, second, mmmBuna still wants to be close to your Daddy's grave.” Qiara's eyes did not dare to look at Thoriq.

Suddenly silent atmosphere.

Thoriq pinched Qiara's chin facing her face.

“Qia, I'm sincere with how you feel about Devan. It feels like loving someone so deeply and not being able to forget them.”

“Mas not angry?”

“How to try Mas angry if you are still kayaking machine first.” Thoriq kissed Qiara's lips and nose.

“Omaigat. This is too much,” Zee protests while closing her eyes with both hands.

“There are a lot of people like that, how about two,” chirps Barran.

“You are losing, yes Qia ..” replied Thoriq hugged his wife tightly.

“Allahu Akbar, Mas ..” Qiara pretended to hit her husband's arm but did not resist when Thoriq landed a kiss on his lips.

The screams instantly echoed in the house filled with warmth.

“Don't forget, tomorrow after the Id prayer at the Embassy, we go to Daddy's grave,” Liam reminded his sisters.

“In shaa Allah.”

The night that the takbir sounds echo, the Donavy-Aditya extended family enjoys happiness and togetherness. Chattering and joking.

Thoriq and Qiara are friendly.

“I love you,” say both at the same time.

Incomplete Love has indeed torn apart the Beautiful Story that should be written perfectly. But from him came a New Story with a million joys.

\~ FINISHED \~

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Thank God wa thankfully, the novel of Incomplete Love was successfully completed.

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Stop by also in my previous novel Wife For My Husband (the flow is a bit slow, understand that time was still newbie).

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