The Prisoner of the Enemy's Heart
Chapter 56 The New Bride Prayer

After learning many things from mbah google because it was very curious about the words of kyai, Prilya also asked her husband's permission to get out of their room.

"Where are you going?" samuel asked with a probing look. Time has shown at half-nine in the evening and Prilya wants to go out of the room for what?

All his needs were already inside that room so he did not need to leave that room anymore.

"I want to meet Mr. Praja. He said he'd be home tonight too. And he wants to say goodbye,"

"It was supposed to be his goodbye. He can also say goodbye through messages. And you don't have to see him." Samuel Richard has started to show his dislike face. He really does not want his wife to often meet with the ex.

"But Brother. Ardina and mom are there too. After all, Kak Praja was not-dak-," speech was immediately cut in the air because she saw her husband's face harden with a sharp look at him.

"Alright, I won't see Kak Pre-ja" he said with a scared face down.

"Don't call me brother again. I don't like you likening me to your Praja sister." Samuel Richard sulks. He left Prilya who was standing at the door of the room and went straight to the bed. He was angry and very jealous.

"Sister Sam," call Prilya to her husband who is sulking.

"I said don't call me brother. Because I'm not Praja nor is I your brother." Prilya grimaced, she did not know what to say.

Her husband was suddenly unable to speak properly. Though a moment ago they both very compactly studied as a pre-test before tomorrow actually met a teacher.

Prilya approached the bed and sat on the bed. Her hand moved to touch the back of her husband who was behind her.

"People's mom, dear Sam," he called slowly. She had changed the call of the sister to her husband with another call in accordance with the habits in her family.

Samuel Richard smiled. He likes that call. However, he still pretended to be upset so that his wife did not go out and meet Praja Wijaya.

"I'm sorry, if I'm wrong." Prilya stroked her husband's back gently pleading through touch. The man was getting happier and felt in the wind. He has not yet responded even though the strange gelenyar has started to creep from his veins.

The touch of his wife's hand on his back that is coated with cloth alone can make him feel something extraordinary especially if without a single thread.

"Mass, I'm sorry. Fear of being sinful if you are not sorry. Come on Mass," the sweet girl who's not that girl with a very spoiled tone.

"Oh Shi*t!" muttered the man in a soft voice. His wife's spoiled tone can make him crazy if you linger doing this scolding drama.

The man also turned his body. He was eager to see the face of his wife who was apologizing to him.

"Mass, it's not good to be angry with your wife. Later can be disturbed and entered with jinn, it is not fun anyway," said Prilya again with a straight look at her husband's eyeball.

"Why not fun?" asked the man trying to maintain his facial expression. He still wanted to pretend to be angry.

"You're good at seducing, aren't you?" said the husband with his hands directly reaching his wife's body over his body.

"Thank you mas. I like to hear it" replied Prilya with a smile on her face. While the husband immediately moved his hand towards the two chunks solid, tight, and contained his wife's property. He squeezed it slowly while touching his lips to the lips of Prilya.

The next minute, both of them were immersed in a very pleasant activity. Only the sounds of sighing and moaning could be heard inside that room space.

Apparently their excitement occurred also in a newlyweds room on the same floor with their two rooms.

Black and Devi who had just been halal were sitting on the bed with serious faces looking at the sheet of paper before the two of them.

"This is how Dev reads it?" black asked with a frowned confused forehead. He handed the paper to his wife.

A Quran containing do'a which is usually read by every newlywed according to the sunnah of the Prophet is in the paper while he cannot read it because it is not smart to teach.

Devi smiled then helped her husband read the prayer.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Allahumma barik li fi expert, wa barik expert fiya. That is, O God bless my life in my family, also bless my family in my life."

Black also repeated the prayer while looking at his wife who he loved so much.

"After that what is Dev? Is there still a prayer I should read before touching you?" asked the man with his flat expression. Devi immediately snorted in annoyance. He did not expect to get a husband who is less sensitive like that.

"There is still a lot and you have to memorize it until morning!" replied Devi then handed over a leaflet containing many prayers given by the ruler who married them both.

Black glared in disbelief at what he saw before him. His head immediately dizzy to see the Quran without that line. He looked at his wife with a grim face.

"Dev, can I take this lesson, baby?" the man asked after he stared at the paper for hours. While Devi did not reply because she was asleep. She was very upset with her husband's behavior that was quite devoid of those feelings.

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Duh Black's? What the hell are you doing?

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