The Two and One Night Line Belongs to Mr. Gara
Chapter 122

"Alright Abah. Who is Abah here with?" asked Ustadz Gibran to worry about his Abah.

"Not to think about Abah. There are still many people who do not come home on weekends. They can accompany Abah here" said Kiyai Sodikin to make Ustadz Gibran relieved.

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The night was getting late, Ustadz Gibran and his wife Kamelia also went with Ms. Yuni to return to her home which is still in town B.

After traveling for about two hours, Mother Yuni and Kamelia and her husband Ustadz Gibran finally arrived at the house that had not been bought by Mother Yuni.

"Come please come in. Y'all rest. Tomorrow I will report to RT and RW," said Ibu Yuni told her daughter and daughter-in-law to rest in Kamelia's room.

Upon arrival in the room, after putting their suitcases, both Kamelia and Ustadz Gibran were equally awkward with each other.

"Hmmmm, Kamelia, I'm going to take a shower. Please prepare my clothes yes" said Ustadz Gibran deliberately asking Kamelia to prepare her clothes so that she gets used to her duties as a wife.

"Baa.. Well Ustadz," answered Kamelia nervously.

"Kamelia, I'm your husband, if we're not in a cottage, you don't have to call me Ustadz" Ustadz Gibran said, rubbing against his wife, who was still covered in the hijab.

"La.. Then what should I call?" ask Kamelia nervously.

"Call Aby, and I'll call you Kamelia. Please get used to it from now on" said Ustadz Gibran and went straight to the bathroom to clean his body.

"Huhhhh, why is it like this?" camellia's mumbling held onto her chest.

Fifteen minutes later, Ustadz Gibran came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around Ustadz Gibran's waist.

Meanwhile, Kamelia just sat on the edge of the bed with her head lowered.

"Camelia," call Ustadz Gibran.

"Yes" Kamelia replied without looking at her husband's face.

"Where's my shirt?" asked Ustadz Gibran did not see any alley clothes prepared for him.

"Ma.. I'm sorry Ustadz, uh Aby, I put the shirt in the locker room there," replied Kamelia nervously.

"All right, thank you then. Now you take a shower and change your clothes" Ustadz Gibran ordered and walked into the dressing room with a smile on his face.

Fifteen minutes later, Kamelia came out of the bathroom dressed in her hijab.

Ustadz Gibran who was deliberately waiting for his wife was immediately shocked and also surprised by the clothes used by Kamelia.

"Kamelia, how can you sleep in such clothes? What in the cottage do you also sleep in full clothes?" asked Ustadz Gibran, who was sitting on the edge of the bed holding his phone.

"Hmmmm, you.. No Aby. In the cottage I slept in a nightgown," answered Kamelia nervously.

"Yes, now change your clothes with a nightgown. We're mahrams, so you don't have to wear a hijab" Ustadz Gibran's friend told Kamelia to change her clothes.

Five minutes later, Kamelia returned from the dressing room. Currently he has changed his clothes using a nightgown that he used to wear when he was a girl.

Short-sleeved nightgowns in black and shorts above the knee are in matching color. Kamelia looks like a cute teenage girl her age, with milk-brown hair rolled up and tied up originally using a rubber hairband, adding to Kamelia's natural beauty.

Camellia's white skin adds to the beauty of the woman who has just turned seventeen years old.

"Ka.. Kamelia, you.. You're so beautiful" praise Ustadz Gibran for making Kamelia's cheeks blush red.

"Te.. Thank you, Ustadz" Kamelia replied, calling her husband Ustadz.

"I told you, don't call Ustadz anymore" Ustadz Gibran protested to his wife.

"Ma.. Sorry Aby," Kamelia replied.

"Yes, let's go up, let's go to bed now, you must be tired, right" Ustadz Gibran said, patting the empty bed next to him.

"Baa.. Well Aby," Kamelia answered nervously, and laid her body next to Ustadz Gibran.

"Kamelia, why are you sleeping so late? You will fall. Let's move it again here," said Ustadz Gibran who had earlier smelled his smile.

It could not stand Kamelia's timid behavior like that.

Ustadz Gibran promises, he will make Kamelia forget about her dark past.

'If only you and I were not exhausted today, I would have done my duty as husband, ' Ustadz Gibran hugged his wife from behind, for Camellia was sleeping against Ustadz Gibran.

Although Ustadz Gibran's heart is racing at the moment, he is trying to stay calm and not look awkward as this is a first for Ustadz Gibran.

'How can I sleep if Ustadz Gibran hugs him tightly like this? And.. It felt.. Why is it different from the hug that I used to feel from..,' Inner Kamelia stopped her speech.

'No.. I can't remember it anymore. Remember Kamelia, you are now the wife of Ustadz Gibran. Forget that.. Forget her Kamelia, the inner Kamelia who remembers Uncle Sam every night.

Nearly an hour later, Kamelia finally fell asleep. Ustadz Gibran could not sleep at all. He was really nervous and nervous.

Her nervousness increased after the sleeping Kamelia suddenly turned her body to face Ustadz Gibran and her hands hugged the waist of Ustadz Gibran.

"Astaghfirullah al 'azim. Strengthen the servant of God," murmured Ustadz Gibran with an irregular breath.

Although he was an Ustadz, Ustadz Gibran was still a man and an ordinary man. He also has a passion and lust for women.

Kamelia who was sleeping soundly, started to hit the blanket she was wearing. As a result, almost part of Kamelia's body was seen because of her clothes that were lifted up.

Many times Ustadz Gibran said and rubbed his chest. He then got up, tidied up Kamelia's clothes and returned to save his wife.

When Ustadz Gibran returned to her body, Kamelia hugged Ustadz Gibran comfortably. As a result, until dawn, Ustadz Gibran did not sleep at all.

"Camelia.. Kamelia got up," called Ustadz Gibran as the sound of dawn began to reverberate.

"Hmmmm," said Kamelia still with her eyes closed.

"Kamelia, it's dawn, let's pray first. End this if you want to continue your sleep, please. The important thing now is to get up first" said Ustadz Gibran continue to wake his wife.

Moments later, Kamelia finally woke up and immediately took wudu to perform the congregational dawn prayer.

Still sleepy and tired, after the prayer, Kamelia decided to go back to bed.

Ustadz Gibran chose to read the Qur'an first as was his custom.