The Story of the Children of the Juragan
12. Aisyah's Face
Fatih was very happy to be well received by the Aisyah family. Both his parents and his grandparents were very humble with him. Because Fatih's daily life is often spent in the cottage to teach children.
The night was getting late, together they cleaned the dining table, then went to their respective rooms to rest.
Again, the two fell silent as they walked into the room. While in the dining room, the two also had a conversation. I don't know what happened to both of them.
Arriving in the room, Fatih allowed Aisyah to clean herself first, before finally herself.
The first night was a long-awaited moment for the newlyweds. Same with Fatih and Aisyah.
Both hearts were beating fast. What will they tell each other to carry out their obligations.
Repeatedly Aisyah tidied up her makeup while looking in the mirror. To make sure his performance tonight was absolutely perfect.
After being sure he was out of the bathroom, still wearing a wide robe and a wide headscarf, do not forget the veil he put back.
"I'm done, now it's your turn" said Aisyah who sat next to Fatih.
The fragrant fragrant fire that emanated from Aisyah's body awakened Fatih's manly soul.
"Mas." repeated Ayesha, because Fatih was still riveted.
"Eh, yes Ai." Fatih replied with a slightly hoarse voice resisting the turmoil in the chest. He rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up.
'Just smelling the smell makes me tick like this. How will it be when I approach him, and Fatih's mind, while facing a mirror. And he also smiled. He exhaled repeatedly before finally stepping out.
It still saw Aisyah sitting in the place again. With a slow step he approached her and sat down beside her. The two fell silent, embarrassed to start talking. Until finally,
"Dad." "Mas."
The two simultaneously said, then chuckled softly.
"What do you want to say, Ai?"
"You're the one who spoke first."
"I suddenly forgot what Ai was talking about. Are you so tired?"
Actually Aisyah was tired, but she shook her head. He threw Fatih the same question. Although Fatih was tired, he also shook his head.
"What's every sleep, you're wearing your veil?"
Aisyah shook her head, then her hands moved slowly untie her veil rope.
"Here let me help." Fatih's hand moved to help his wife.
Fatih was made agape with the beauty of Aisyah who was always hidden neatly behind her veil.
"Is this your real face?" chirps Fatih.
The girl frowned at the words of her husband.
"Is there a fake face?"
"You're so pretty. Like an angel of heaven." Aisyah blushed in embarrassment at the praise her husband had said to her.
"Thank you for taking care of your beauty, just for me."
"Can I ask you something?" Again, Aisyah nodded with a smile.
"Why do you prefer me to Salman? Not that he's more everything than me. More handsome than me, richer than me, more...."
"Love is not looking for the perfect partner. But, accept our partner perfectly. Perhaps Salman is more everything than Fatih. But it was Fatih's sacrifice in educating the children, which made me make a choice on you."
Fatih is very grateful, it turns out that in this world there are women who do not make world life as a benchmark in finding a life partner.
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