The Path of Love Halimah
Episodes 15. The Long Night

"Assynolajet.. Halima.. Wake up.. Come eat, this is Brother bring dinner for us. "said Abang Hafiz gently woke me who fell asleep on the long sofa with mukena still wrapped.

"Astagfirulah.. Elder brother.. Sorry, Halimah overslept.. It was finished praying magrib, Halimah Try tadarrus for a while, but drowsiness once, until overslept.. I'm sorry "I said to Abang Hafiz, who just returned from the mosque.

Brother Hafiz replied to my explanation with his sweet smile.

Again..

I was stunned and stunned with such a sincere smile.

"Come..!" he said to break my daydream.

We enjoyed the warm fried rice brought by Abang hafiz with warm tea poured into a large glass that we drank together.

After eating, Brother Hafiz helped me clean up our leftovers.

I washed the dishes and he wiped the dinner table.

I smiled happily at her.

He's really starting to make me fall in love with him.

His treatment of me made me fall for him.

He is so attentive and understanding.

He did not help ease my every job.

He never even forced me to do anything he wanted.

And even to this day, she never protested with my closed attitude and sometimes seemed to ignore her.

"Halima, we pray isya jamaah yuk.. After that we rest.. You must be tired, right..? Brother also.." he said again while approaching me who just finished washing dishes.

I answered him with a slow nod.

We also do prayer isya meramaah.

My heart trembled again when shaking hands with her.

It was like there was such a huge flow of electricity running through my body when her cold lips touched my forehead for quite a while.

"Let's get some rest." invite her then with a smile.

And I returned to answer his invitation with a slow nod.

He lay quietly with little complaint of his voice and allowed his sleeping position to be more comfortable.

While I was nervously lying behind her that closed her eyes while gently scowling her forehead with eyes that were staring towards the ceiling of the room.

"Goddess.. Can you please massage your head? It hurts so much" he asked me.

I immediately sat down on the edge of the bed.

I slowly put my head together with my two cold hands in nervousness.

He closed his eyes enjoying my massage.

I kept turning my head until I fell asleep.

I also slowly fell asleep because I was tired.

Suddenly I woke up in shock when I felt my body being touched by a firm hand

I was surprised.

I almost jumped out of bed.

"Sorry.. Brother just wants to improve Halimah's sleep." he said immediately keep his hands away from my body.

Clumsily I nodded slowly.

He got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" ask her.

"You pray at night." she answered briefly with a smile.

"Take it!" doorstep

He's nodding.

We also pray together at night.

After the prayer I sat on his side listening to him sing the Surah Al-mulk beautifully.

And I don't know what kind of power took me by accident to lie spoiled on his lap.

Maybe because of her melodious voice.

Gently behind her my forehead which is still covered by the face.

Suddenly I feel guilty.

"He is my husband, I am his wife.. I should have fulfilled my duty as a real wife to her." I whispered inwardly.

After studying, Brother Hafiz silently looked deeply into my eyes.

I became misbehaved.

Half-run I went out the room to the bathroom.

I'm so nervous.

Trying to calm myself down and round my resolve.

Then slowly I went back into the room.

I saw Abang Hafiz lying back on the bed with his eyes staring at the sky.

I slowly opened my face and folded my potluck and placed it on the prayer mat.

I sat at the dresser right next to the bed.

"Bismillah." I said inwardly, then opened my veil slowly.

I nervously combed my hair slowly which dangled my waist.

I'm so nervous.

This is the first time I've shown my beautiful hair to anyone other than my parents.

Then I sprayed a little perfume on my sensitive parts.

The fragrance of my perfume averted my brother Hafiz's gaze.

She looked at me who was sitting glued to the dresser in embarrassment.

He got up and approached.

I'm getting nervous.

"Goddess.. You're beautiful." she said, standing straight behind me.

He grabbed the comb in my hand.

Then began to gently comb my straight hair.

Then in the kisses of my tubers.

We looked at each other through the makeup mirror.

He smiled gently.

"Are you ready?" ask him.

I nodded slowly.

He smiled again.

Slowly lifting my shoulders signaled that I should rise from the dresser chair.

I obey him.

Now we're facing each other.

Gently behind her cheek that blushed because of wrong behavior.

I'm looking down embarrassed.

He lifted my chin softly.

Then with a quick sniff of my lips.

I'm shocked.

Silence does not retaliate nor evade.

I closed my eyes.

I started enjoying it.

She then carried my tiny body towards the bed.

Slowly laid down my body.

I'm speechless.

He's getting closer.

I'm getting nervous and scared.

He slowly peed at me.

"Bismillah.. We pray together." she whispered with her lips pressed against my right ear.

I shudder amusedly.

Then slowly he came back to my face.

started to kiss every corner of my face.

I closed my eyes.

I felt his hands start to grab my pajamas.

I was still silent, not moving.

I let her take off one by one that wrapped my body.

And then night became a witness when we were joined together as a husband and wife.

"Bismillah.. May ALLAH give us the offspring of the sholeh/sholeha of love which we begin to cultivate for the grace and pleasure of his. Aamiin" My whisper in my heart between the pain and pleasure that spread throughout my entire body point without exception.