The Incomplete Love
Heaven World

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Hanna was surprised to see tears running down her husband's face. His eyes were blinking without blinking.

“Mas, Mas ... istighfar. I don't like Hanna, do I?”

Dicky gasped, “Astaghfirullah, Hanna, you are so beautiful. I did not expect. Mas sit first.”

Dicky took Hanna and asked her to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes were fixed on Hanna's face. His back traced his wife's face.

Hanna has eyebrows like ants lined up with beautiful round eyes. His nose is full and his lips full. His cheekbones are high and his neck is level.

Dicky gulped his saliva over and over again.

“Hhhaanna, you clean first, then we pray new maghrib sunnah prayer after ijab kabul.” Dicky's voice rasped withstanding desire.

“Mas ..” Hanna's voice choked.

“Ya, Dear ..”

Hanna's nervous not a bitch. He himself was amazed by the reaction he felt. Like the first time dealing with a man.

“Hanna shower first, yes. Can I help you open Hanna's veil?”

Dicky nodded and took off the cloth that was the barrier to one of his wife's aurat. His hand taking off the pigtails made Hanna's jet-black hair fall unravel.

“Hanna you enter the bathroom, I'm not strong.”

Hanna looked down embarrassed and nodded. Dicky picked up the towels and nightgowns he bought in town. Soft peach-colored satin with baby doll pieces. He also gave a cloak of the same material.

“I show you the bathroom. Sorry there is no bathroom in the room. I also have the toiletries equipped. Including body lotion and perfume is there.”

Hanna follows Dicky out of the room to the back of the house.

“You want to take a bath with warm water? I'm ready at thermos.”

Hanna wiped the tears at the corner of her net. Didn't expect so meticulously Dicky prepared everything for himself.

“Aja who will take a bath using warm water. Where's thermos? Let Hanna do it later, Mas.”

Dicky smiled, his happiness bursting at Hanna's attention to him.

“Termosnya here. Makeup yes, Darling.”

In the bathroom, Hanna flushed her body with cold water. Heart's beating. He hopes to serve Dicky well, with no past drama to bother him.

Slowly put on the nightgowns and robes her husband bought. Tied her hair up and went out and prepared a bath for Dicky.

In the kitchen Dicky was attacking water. Her eyes fiddled to see Hanna come out wearing a nightgown and her hair dyed up. Beautiful natural without any feeling.

“Mas again make what?”

“Susu warm. Long ago when the Prophet married Aisha, he drank warm milk, then Aisya also drank a little from the same glass.”

Dicky answered while looking down. Staring at Hanna is something that is halal, but he must resist the desire to be able to perform mandatory prayers first.

“Hanna grab a towel first same clothes make, Mas. Let Hanna keep going.”

Hanna brought back towels and clothes for her husband. After Dicky entered the bathroom, he continued to make a glass of warm milk.

He saw in the refrigerator Dicky had prepared side dishes for dinner. Rice is also available in magic jar. Hanna prepared a side dish for them to eat after Isya prayers.

He put a warm milk glass on the dining table because in his room there is only a bed, wardrobe, small lights, and a fan. Hanna then prepared the prayer equipment.

He waited for Dicky while reciting the verses of the Qur’an. Her voice is melodious. Dicky who had come out of the bathroom paused for a moment to hear his wife's recoil.

Dicky went into the room. Hanna's wearing mukena. His wife helped to put on a cocoa shirt.

Because it is far from the entry of Maghrib time, they perform mandatory prayers followed by congregational sunnah prayers. After the prayer they prayed to give thanks for being united and begged that their love be timeless.

Hanna kissed the back of her husband's hand and then brought him some warm milk. Dicky had a few sips, followed by Hanna.

After returning the glass to the dining table, Hanna returned to the room.

“Mas little more Isya.”

“I pray in the back mosque, yes. You dare to be alone here?”

“In shaa Allah dare, Mas.”

Dicky can't wait to enjoy time together with Hanna, but there are obligations that must come first. After kissing Hanna's cheek, he bailed to the mosque.

After Isya prayer, Hanna warms oreg tempeh, fried chicken, and pumpkin vegetables. He arranged the dishes and prepared a drink.

Dicky's eyes re-patterned when Hanna opened the door. He was not used to looking at Hanna without a veil even more so with the beauty that had become his right.

The white and smooth neckline seemed to tempt Dicky to give the stamp of ownership there. While looking at his wife from behind, he smiled at himself imagining what he wanted to do with Hanna.

“I think I'm a real pervert. I want to do it with you.”

“Mas! Iiih ..” Hanna misbehaved. Dicky hugged Hanna and kissed her neck.

“So first, appetizer.” Then he pulled Hanna to eat fast.

Dicky smiled seeing Hanna spooning rice and side dishes onto her plate.

“Yes Allah, may my wife never change.”

Although with a simple side dish bought in warteg, they both eat with pleasure. Eight o'clock after Hanna finished cleaning the kitchen, Dicky checked the door and window locks and turned off the lights.

Smiling at each other, the two of them entered the room.

Hanna stood nervously in front of Dicky. Once again her husband unraveled her hair and pinched her chin. Dicky pressed his lips closer to Hanna's lips and gently pressed them.

Hanna's eyes closed.******* began to sound as Dicky's kissing intensity increased.

Dicky removed his lip from Hanna. He turned off the lights and replaced them with small lights. The atmosphere of the room became dim.

“Bby, yes ..” Dicky asked permission to open Hanna's robe and drop it.

His eyes continued to stare at Hanna's jet bead. He knows the past trauma his wife has. He had asked fellow psychologists to deal with the trauma that arose between them.

Hanna was lulled with dark brown almond-shaped eyes looking at her lovingly. Hypnotized he could only feel his nightclothes detaching from his body, leaving behind the underwear that covered his core.

Embarrassed, Hanna snaps her body onto Dicky.

Dicky grabbed that almost innocent body. He directs Hanna's hand to open the shirt. Hanna obediently followed.

Now it was Hanna's turn to gasp with her husband's chest. Fine feathers grow in the middle. Hanna bit her lip.

Understand that if his wife is still embarrassed, Dicky continues to hold Hanna while stepping into the bed and lay Hanna gently. He covered his wife with his sturdy body.

A shadow of the past appeared in Hanna's mind. How his customers also used to wrap it up before doing whatever they wanted to his body.

Hanna's eyes gasped, her breath jerking.

“Hanna, it's me. Look here.”

“Honey, Istighfar then read the prayer before having sex husband and wife.”

Hanna follows her husband, “Astaghfirullahaladzim. Bismilbornrahmanirrahiim. Allahumma janibnaa syaithana wa janibnisyathana maa razaqnaa. In the name of Allah, O Allah; keep us away from the disturbance of Satan and keep the devil away from the baby that You will bestow on us. Aamiin yes Allah.”

Netra Hanna with Dicky's bead. “Bismillah, Hanna ready Mas.”

“Bismillah ..”

Dicky kissed his wife's lips softly. Hanna's full lips made her reluctant to stop sipping. His hands began to touch the curves of his wife's body.

Hanna fought hard to suppress her fear. Dicky felt Hanna's stiff response instantly stop.

“Sorry if I force you. I'll wait until you're ready, sweetheart.”

“No, Mas. Hanna can ..” Tears drip from her net angle. Dicky rolled beside him. He tilted and pulled Hanna into his arms.

Hanna sobbing. “Sorry, Mom. Excuse me. It's a punishment for Hanna but it shouldn't be for Mas.”

“I don't feel condemned, kok.” Dicky stroked his wife's head lovingly. Hanna tucked her innocent body into Dicky's body as if seeking refuge.

“Hey, don't cry, Beautiful.” Dicky wiped away Hanna's tears with his index back.

“If tonight Hanna can't do it, Mas?”

“Mas will wait until you are sincere.”

“Mas Dicky ..”

Hanna hid the face in Dicky's chest. As a man Dicky should have been disappointed, but with Hanna he just wanted to protect, waiting until his wife was ready.

“Mas, Hanna can pray sunnah again?”

“Bby, dong. Here's your shirt.”

Embarrassed that Dicky had secretly noticed her body, Hanna put on her clothes and went to the bathroom to fetch water.

After the prayer, Hanna raised her hand and then became happy in her heart.”

“Yes Allah, You know how bad a servant used to do. I don't know how many men have touched this servant's body. O Allah, now, allow the servant to serve the husband as best he can. Don't let the past prevent you from fulfilling your obligations. Guide the servant, O Allah.”

Dicky glanced at the tears streaming down Hanna's face. He intends to resist the desire if Hanna is not ready.

After being satisfied, Hanna went to the bathroom to clean her face.

“Hanna you should be able to please your husband,” he said on the reflection of the face on the glass.

He breathed a few times to relieve his heartbeat. After tidying up her hair and wearing fragrances, Hanna returned to the room.

Dicky was waiting for him while examining the hape on the edge of the bed.

Composed in front of her husband, Hanna said,“Makasi already understand Hanna.”

Dicky bit his lip, he really wanted to take another sip of the teasing full lips before him but hesitated at Hanna's readiness.

“Bismillah ..” Say Hanna.

Getting the green code, Dicky again landed his lips, now he felt Hanna return his kiss. His hand held up his wife's neck. He put Hanna in bed.

Hanna responds equally warmly to every touch Dicky gives. Occasionally launch an attack. Dicky's hands and lips kept teasing him. Not to mention the friction from the skin to the skin that gives warmth over time makes it relax.

Eventually the pleasure wipes out Hanna's body, getting rid of the bad memories of the past that are still stored in her mind.

Dicky's touch drove him almost crazy. Sometimes soft, sometimes demanding. Both of them had been equally innocent when Dicky said in a hoarse voice, “Bby, yes.”

Hanna nodded, preparing herself to accept Dicky. Slowly, Dicky was uniting with his wife. His eyes were pinched, waves of enjoyment flowing throughout his body.

Under him, Hanna squirms, equating the rhythm with Dicky. They want to satisfy each other and give themselves up completely.

Dicky continues to sue and Hanna sincerely delivers. Until they reach the most beautiful and wisest point in marriage.

“Hanna, I love you,” Dicky said as he groaned to release all his desires.

“I love you, too, Mas.”

Bathed in sweat, they embrace each other while enjoying the rest of the gelora that is still bubbling in their bodies.

Dicky slept on his back while Hanna laid her head on her husband's chest. Listening to his heartbeat.

“Maa shaa Allah, Hanna, it turns out really good.”

Hanna hid her face in Dicky's chest. Her hands pinched the small waist of her husband. Dicky chuckles.

“I'm not tingting anymore,” Dicky said as he stroked Hanna's innocent shoulder.

“Sorry, Hanna can't give you the first time.

“No, you can show me what makes you happy. And you can also do anything that you think can let go of my desires.”

Hanna looked up at Dicky. During her marriage to Thoriq, she herself tried to make herself happy. When married to Bastian and forced to be a call woman, no one ever asked what made her happy in bed.

Now Dicky earnestly wanted to make him fly to the seventh heaven. Not just asking for rights, but her husband wants to satisfy himself as a couple.

“Hanna is afraid .. Hanna knows love games that can satisfy men. Hanna feels like a real woman if she does that to Mas.”

“Originally you do not imagine others ..”

“Still likes to flicker but Hanna can already control.”

Dicky closed his eyes. His desire began to rise.

“Try anyway, what can make your husband satisfied. I want to know ..”

Hanna's face was red.

“Hanna ... I want again.”

Dicky is back on top of Hanna. Ready to embrace the pleasures of heaven with his wife.

Hanna gave herself whole. Touching Dicky lovingly, the man who had first come into contact with him several times shouted his name.

If she had to do it, now Hanna is willing to give. If in the past the relationship in bed was torture, now for him serving Dicky is pleasure.

Instinctively, Dicky compensates for Hanna's play. He wanted his wife to shout Dicky's name between his sighs.

They wrestled with lust until they plucked the flower of love a second time.

Still gasping for breath, Dicky snuck into Hanna's chest. Lovingly, Hanna stroked Dicky's bushy hair and pecked at the top of his head.

Before long a soft snoring came out of Dicky's mouth. Hanna smiled. With one hand tidying up the blankets to cover their innocent bodies then fell asleep with Dicky in his arms.

“I love you, Husband.”

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