Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 26 Juriah Is Like a Golden Goose
Jyria tried to strengthen her mentality to do activities that are common for married couples.
He, want to give the best for Soleh. Want to be more loved again by the Husband who slowly managed to make Juria comfortable and in love.
Soleh who also saw signs that his young wife had opened her heart and self to him began to make strategies.
Soleh is an adult man who understands how to make love and play a role.
Ten years of marriage, enough for him to have experience and ability in cradling couples.
Amelia is clear evidence of how Soleh can manipulate his feelings until his first wife can be a submissive wife and not neko-neko other than because it is Amelia's good nature as well.
Soleh confident and confident, Juria will also be able to conquer like Amelia. Moreover, Juria has a weakness that can be opened if one day his young wife is not in accordance with his wishes.
Juriah is still massaging Soleh's feet.
And they were still talking to the selingan guyonan change ala-ala Solehudin.
Now Sam starts to get closer.
He grabbed the Syrian fingers and said, "You are tired as well. Here, Yang... Let me massage his hands."
Juria felt her chest pounding.
His hands were gently massaged by Soleh who looked serious about doing so.
There was no touch that gave Juria goosebumps. Precisely this Soleh behavior feels delicious and indeed relaxes all the joints of his wrist until the pitcher is gone.
"Mas pinter did you?" jyria asked in an attentive voice.
Soleh smiled.
"Masa' anyway? It's an original massage, Yang!" answer it casually.
"Yes. Really good in order. This is my hand actually a little sore yesterday. Once you've got it, it feels much better."
"Alhamdulillah. In the past if you did this the same Amel, koq Amel said no good huh? Pain or sometimes lack of energy, he said. Hehe... But when I sort you, it feels great to get compliments!'
It's getting further and further the lies that Soleh is doing. His little heart also acknowledged it.
The increasingly provoked Juriah immediately pulled the hand of Soleh and assured that his speech was not an original compliment.
"For God's sake I ain't lying sayin' like that, Mas!" the word Juria made Soleh giggle amusedly in his heart.
"Yes Dear. I believe, you are an innocent, holy and pure girl!"
Now it is the Syrian who is ashamed.
"Plain what...! Plain, but it's already given birth. Sacred, but so dirty that it has no more pride!"
"Stop!"
Soleh clenched the lips of Juria who was pink and wet with lipbalm.
Both of them were silent with heartbeats racing against each other.
"Not to say anything bad to yourself. No, Honey!"
The heart of Jyria increasingly shuddered to hear the words of Soleh.
"Look! You are now my wife. Your good, everything is my responsibility. I am in charge of everything about you after I ijab kabul before the ruler and your Abi as guardian, also attended by witnesses. Can't humble yourself. Yea?"
Juria pursed her lips tightly. Netraya looked at Soleh and then looked down.
But
Grep.
Soleh raised his chin until their eyes looked back.
The Syrian lost and lowered his gaze down again.
Juria gulps. And according.
"See Me. I'm your husband, honey. I.love you.. We will change the world as we want. We can, if we put our strength together, baby!"
Juriah mend+s+h soft.
There was a side of his empty heart space slowly filled with the warmth of Solehudin's words.
Cup.
Soleh's final kiss on the forehead, left cheek and right cheek, left Juria closed.
Soleh, actually wanted to try his ability to perform a fairly thrilling action. But Sol must be more patient. Juriah is not the same as other women who are easy to seduce and seduced by the cradle of words.
Jyria is a woman who has experienced pel+chings s+k+s++ even until pregnancy and childbirth. There is a tremendous fear that can fill the heart space to strengthen the self-defense of the Syrian who Soleh understands.
The small, sweet kiss on Juriah's forehead and right left cheek is just an opening. And Soleh did not want to do more because surely Jyria would reject him.
Though the Syrian had tried to surrender and ready if Soleh asked for it. She wants to be a good wife. Want to please a husband who so pleases his heart.
Syria was a little disappointed, when Soleh had no desire to break into its defenses.
Soleh just invited him to perform Isya prayer together again. Now Soleh is playing with the feelings of Juriah in a terrible way.
In prayer, Juriah hopes that Soleh will love her more and love her more than Amelia will.
She was determined to give happiness tonight to the Husband.
Umi Samsiah knocks on the door and says dinner is ready.
Despite living in the village, Juriah is the only child of the descendants of the people. He did not have to bother working in the kitchen to help Samsiah prepare everything because there are some relatives who live and work with Abi Uminya.
Jyria is the golden son of Ojan and Samsiah.
A very special dinner for Samah.
For many years married to Amelia, this was the best dinner after her marriage to Juria.
Very grateful in my heart. And secretly He prayed that the situation of his favor would continue until the end of time.
Special menu for the best people, so said Ojan made the blooming of the nostrils of Solehudin.
"Leh, from tomorrow, you hold the key to the workshop in Asamka. Please take care of everyone. You have given everything to you and Jyria. Yea? Your certificates and letters will immediately take care of the name of his ownership to be the name of Juriah."
Soleh's eyes sparkled to hear Ojan.
"Abi, wait a minute. Let the newlyweds enjoy their honeymoon. Pity, it's only been a few days, time' has Abi told you to work!" tukas Samsiah makes Soleh look embarrassed.
In his heart he was happy. The sooner it's the better. So that Soleh can hold all the workshop finances and himself again hold the money as he used to work.
"Oiya, sorry. Abi forgot. Hehe..."
"Abi, Ju want to get a bike for Mas Soleh, okay?" jyria said suddenly.
"No, don't embarrass me in front of your parents, Jyria. Let me work first and raise money to buy my own motorcycle. It was like a husband, like,"
"It's okay. Tomorrow afternoon we can go to Kang Bejo's dealership to pick out the right bike for Soleh!" sela Ojan steady.
Soleh who felt bad could only look at the faces of his wife and father-in-law.
Oh, my God, Mr. Ma... Thank you so much for setting me up with this rich man's daughter. O God, like a dream all can be achieved easily. Alhamdulillahot.
Soleh cheered happily in his heart.
The Syrian is like a golden goose to him.
And now Soleh's determination is getting round. Wanted to make Syria happy forever.
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