The Love of Habib
Chapters 30.4

Without a second thought, Aish nodded her head excitedly. Tonight, her heart was so sweet. All the words that her husband put together beautifully, managed to make her heart fall so far, she had no way to go back and really she was willing to tread this path with the Habib, he said, the man she loves.

"I want to, mas. I'm really ready." Reply pressed.

The Habib smiled with satisfaction, "Even if you don't want to, I will never let you go or let you go of me. Remember, I am a possessive man. I am very possessive of you. It may sound terrible, but this possessiveness of mine is a very deep and wide form of love in this heart."

Possessive words sometimes make people complain or fear. They may forget or not know that possessiveness arises sometimes not because of ambition but because of greed for love so deep. Possessiveness is not a disorder or disease as long as it does not do cruel things. If it's violence, then it's probably not love. Love cannot hurt a loved object. It will be very painful.

"I'm not going anywhere, my husband. Where can I run when you are my world?"

"Only to me. Only to me, my wife." Press the Habib while kissing the back of his wife's hand.

Finally the tense atmosphere between them slowly melted, replaced by a sweet feeling that constantly evaporated to make their faces both radiant sweet.

"Tired?" Habib asked his wife while carrying his wife's legs up the thighs for a massage.

How not to get tired. The two of them constantly stood up to receive the greetings of the guests until they had trouble filling their stomachs. For him it was nothing as a man, but it would mean nothing to his wife. Moreover, his wife uses a heavy wedding dress so long hours of standing with the burden on her body makes her very overwhelmed.

Aish shy. Cheeks heating.

"Not tired, sir." Aish pulled her foot down.

But the Habib do not stubbornly pull Aish's leg and massage it back.

"Let me massage your legs. Otherwise, you definitely can't walk tomorrow." Threaten Habib to his wife.

Aish finally complies. She did not say any more rejection and obediently let her husband massage. Happy husband massaging, Aish noticed that the husband used clear oil to rub his feet. From the smell that evaporates it is rose oil. Very comfortable and sweet. Aish immediately relaxed.

"That's... Are you really tired tonight?" Half an hour later, Habib finally stopped massaging Aish's legs.

Hearing the husband's question, Aish's face instantly became crimson in embarrassment. She knew what her husband's question meant.

"No, mas. I'm not tired. I.m still strong." Aish's voice slowly shrank.

Habib's heart was pounding hard.

"Then... Who took the first shower?"

Aish immediately replied, "I'll just, mas." The panicked expression on his face was very funny.

Habib smiled helplessly.

"alright. You take a shower first."

"But before taking a shower, please help me remove all the embellishments on my head."

Habib realized this. So he immediately got up and helped his wife remove the decoration. It didn't take long, Aish's head finally became lighter because there was no burden.

"May I take off your hijab?" Ask the habib.

Aish's ears are instantly hot.

Subjected in shame, he nodded his head slowly allowing.

The Habib got the approval, he then took off the long hijab cloth wrapped around Aish with a heartbeat that continued to stir in the chest.

Until finally the plain white cloth was completely knocked out of Aish's head, immediately, he was immediately amazed by Aish's long jet black hair that dangled left strung inside the hijab.

Bugs

The Habib stared at the brown hair tie that suddenly fell on the sidelines of his admiration. It seems Aish did not let her hair down, but the one with the hair tie was accidentally released from when.

When he touched his wife's long hair, Habib quietly inhaled a fragrance that poured out toward his sense of smell. It scented his wife's hair. The apple is very refreshing.

Fascinated by it, the Habib unconsciously lowered his head to the level of Aish's sweet face that was as red as a tomato so shy. The Habib was stunned, then his hand held his wife's chin and pulled up. Making the faces of the two of them meet in the same line of sight.

Time is frozen here. Habib Khalid and Aish both could not turn away from each other's faces, caught in the sweetness that continuously flowed into the heart.

"My wife.I'm very-"

"Mas Khalid -"

Fascinated, they called out names at the same time.

They froze, then a few seconds later they smiled in embarrassment. Turn your face to cover up the shame.

"Does Khalid want to tell me something?" Aish naturally gave her husband a chance to talk. The sweet smile on her face never disappeared from her blushing beautiful face.

The Habib did not hold himself back. His big, raised hand rubbed the top of his wife's head before descending to get rid of the mischievous strands of hair covering his wife's charming face. Indeed, many times this self looked, his heart would never tire of seeing how charming his wife was. When wearing the hijab, his wife is indeed very beautiful to the point that she describes it as the beauty that comes out of the painting. But when her headscarf was revealed, it turned out that her wife was much prettier than she had imagined. It is very beautiful, beautiful and charming at the same time. With a beauty like this, how could his eyes be turned away?

"God willing, praise be to Allah who created a woman as beautiful as you as my companion." Praise the sincere Habib who immediately makes his wife wrong.

Many men praise her beauty, but it must be admitted that her husband is the only man in the world who managed to make his heart fall apart, drowning in a jar of honey.

Aish smiled shyly. She boldly touched the hand of her husband that was on her chin, pulled the hand and gently grasped it. Amidst her embarrassment, she dared to stare directly at the handsome face of her husband's heart-throbbing heart. Her apricot's eyes flickered wetly without concealing her desires. The gentle radiance in those eyes showed that how much he loved this handsome man in front of him.

"And I am truly grateful, praise be to God who has created a man as good as you as the leader of my life, my husband." Aish muttered instantly making Habib's heart melt like caramel.

Habib could not resist the will of his heart. He gave the back of his wife's hand lovingly. Although he was charmed, he was not negligent. He still remembered that they had to go through several stages to be together completely.

"We must cleanse ourselves immediately in order to worship God." Reminders of Habib to his wife.

Aish is so embarrassed!

"L-yes, I'll take a shower first." Aish got up from his seat while being held by the Habib.

Habib also helped his wife roll up a long wedding dress in the back to ease her step into the bathroom. Before entering the bathroom, Habib ran to pick up a mukena and a change of clothes that had been prepared in the closet to wear Aish, then gave it in front of the bathroom door.

"Call me when you need something." Habib's message to his wife.

"Yes, my mom."

After Aish entered the bathroom, he turned around to clean the carpet near the closet, then held a prayer mat facing the qibla that will be used to perform the sunnah prayer 2 rakaat. Previously they had prayed isya at the event venue, then continued the event until 11.00 pm. Quite a long time, but with that many guests, the family even wanted to make another event for guests who had not had time to come but were immediately rejected firmly by the Habib. He thought once enough because he didn't want to make his wife tired.

Beres held a prayer mat, he took a change of clothes from the closet for him to wear later. After that he looked at this bridal room, saw if there was anything lacking or messy, but everything was fine. Stupidly he repeated it continuously despite getting the same results. Blame him for being too nervous to think calmly. Nervous, then go around checking the vase of roses that are deliberately placed in the corner of the room. Everything was still well preserved, fresh and fragrant, he was very satisfied. Indeed, he deliberately prepared these flowers only for his wife. Because the bright red rose is an indication of how deep the love he feels for Aish. It is very deep, as thick as the color of a well-planted red rose.

Sighing in relief, the Habib had nothing left to keep busy and decided to sit down. But he just sat down and couldn't stand it. He then walked back and forth in the room to calm his nervous feelings.

In his heart he kept reminding himself to be a good leader for his wife, and if God is ridhoi, he wants to be a good father to the children born by his beloved wife.

Cclack

Room door sound. He turned to look towards the bathroom. The bathroom door opened, displaying Aish's fresh face which was now wrapped in white mucus given by the Habib. Habib's heart was once again pounding. Again he was fascinated by Aish.

"I'm done, ma'am." Report Aish while lowering his head.

Habib nodded seriously.

"You can wait for me here. I'm gonna take a shower now." The Habib really wants to linger pampering his eyes to look at the beautiful face of your wife who is increasingly charming after removing traces of makeup on the face. But he immediately restrained himself.