YOUR LOVE Brought Me To Jannah
MY WIFE WANTS TO BE SPOILED AGAIN.

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Spirit of charity, continue to be patient, always pray, stay away from sins, and walk with all the rules of sharia. Patience briefly. Because the world is a place of charity.

• Syaikh Muhammad al-‘Utsaimin rahimahullah reminded,

“In the age of no holidays. Throughout life is a time of charity, there is no time off other than death. According to the Prophet Muhammad,

“If a person dies then break all his practice except from three things; alms, useful knowledge, and the son of prayer who prayed for him.” [H.R. Muslim (1631)]

The Prophet ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ made no charitable breaker other than this one, death. We must always and always be in charity. The intelligent person is the one who defeats his soul [to obey] and gives charity to live after death. A weak man is one who always submits to his lusts, and has much desire for Allah."

Muhadharat wa Fatawa al - Liqa asy - Syahri, 1/89

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Afnan was so happy to learn that his wife was pregnant. And finally he knew the cause of his strangeness Syafiqah. Especially after he knew also that Uminya was also like that when she was pregnant with him. Made Afnan finally understand the strangeness of his wife. He always obeyed whatever his wife wanted. As of this moment, it should be the schedule that he left for overseas.

But because his wife who always wanted to be spoiled, he was finally forced to cancel his departure. It was a very important journey for him. But what to say, rather than his wife forcing want to come, even though the pregnancy has not been allowed to travel air. So he decided to cancel his business trip.

"Ayank, how did it go? Is it because Fiqah asked to come, so it's not going?" tanya Shafiqah, with a face that looks between annoyed and sad.

"No, my dear. Not because of you, but because there is a delay from the side, dear," Afnan said softly.

"Humm.. time anyway? Tell me because of Mas, afraid Fiqah follow?" said Syafiqah, who seems to not believe the reason her husband had.

"No, dear. If you come, it is also not good for your baby. Because it's a very long journey, eight hours. Can't you? So later if indeed your content is seven months. Just now you come along Bebymoon, okay," woo Afnan sounds very careful.

"Hmm. Yeah, that's it! It's up to Ayank!" reply Syafiqah. But it still sounds sniffy.

"Kok still mad, honey?" afnan asked, as he approached his face to the face of the Shafiqah.

"Who is angry! Ayank's feelings only once!" reply Syafiqah, but still heard taut.

"If you're not angry, say ketus anyway? That's his name is still angry dear," said Afnan as he menoel the tip of his nose Syafiqah.

"Or akh! Fiqah just want to go alone! Bosen's here!" syafiqah said as he jerked his feet, then he intended to leave Afnan, who was seen still sitting on their living room couch.

Hearing the words of Shafiqah, Afnan was a little surprised. Moreover, seeing his wife who walked towards the exit, made him immediately rise from his seat immediately, "Loh dear! Where you going? Wait for dong!" call him as he chases after his wife who is now seen walking to his car.

"Don't follow Fiqah! Fiqah wants to go alone!" he said as he opened the car door. Seeing that Afnan sped up his run. He immediately pulled out his hand.

"No want! Fiqah alone! Wouldn't you like it if Fiqah followed you? So from now on Fiqah will also be like that!" reply Syafiqah, while jerking his hand so that it can be separated from his hand Afnan.

"Darling, listen to me first! I'm not taking you, darling! But.."Afnan replied that he seemed confused to give an explanation to his wife, which seemed a little difficult, accepting all the reasons.

"But what?! Don't you want to? Fiqah coming?" sela Syafiqah, immediately cut off his words Afnan.

"No dear, it's not so!" reply Afnan, who seems to be increasingly difficult to face his wife's attitude, "Alright! Let's go! I'll take you away, let's pack up now, baby?" afnan continued, which he eventually relented. Then he took his wife by the hand, towards the entrance of his house.

Upon arrival at home, Afnan took his wife to their room, and upon arrival in the room, "Awhile, huh? Take our briefcase first, okay," said Afnan, who appeared to be intent on picking up the suitcase he had placed on top of their closet. But just one step he walked towards the closet, suddenly Shafiqah hugged him from behind.

"Who? What's up, honey? Why even hug me anyway? Make us take our suitcases, dear" asked Afnan, glancing at his wife's face from the dressing glass, which happened to be near them.

"Humm.. we don't have to go aja Ayank," replied the Shafiqah, as he tightened his arms with his face which he attached to Afnan's back, as if he were inhaling the scent found on his body Afnan.

"Eh? Why Honey? Didn't you say he wanted to fight? Until you were angry with Masan?" asked Afnan, who looked still confused by the attitude of his wife.

"Sorry Fiqah to Ayank? Because he has acted like a child," said Syafiqah with a voice that sounded drowned, because he still attached his face on his back Afnan.

Hearing the apology of the wife Afnan also smiled faintly. Then he released the snare of his hand Shafiqah which was tightly coiled in his stomach. After that, he turned his body to face the Shafiqah. And just as he turned his body, the Shafiqah had re-embraced his body again, but this time he hugged it from the front. While his hands fumbled his chest Afnan. Seeing Hans that, Afnan also tightened his forehead.

"Darling, why are you? Is there anything uncomfortable?" afnan asked, as he stroked the head of the Shafiqah with his affection. Because he actually knew that his wife wanted to be spoiled.

"Well, does it seem that my wife wants to be pampered again? I'm having fun, but what about our son?" the Afnan looked confused. At such a time suddenly the hand of Shafiqah unbuttoned his shirt Afnan as he said.

"Hummmmd.. Ayank..Fiqah Want it.." said Syafiqah lirih, who is seen now button his shirt Afnan on the top began to open, after a little exposed chest he also began to peck it many times.

"Aahs.. Honey, wasn't it last night. Don't be too often, dear. Remember your tablets are still too young.so.." said Afnan, with a heavy voice. It seems that he started to get hooked with the touch created by his wife.

"Aaaakhs! Ayu Ayank! Fiqah want more!" sela Shafiqah, who apparently did not care about her husband's words. He even pulled her into their bed.

"Haaah...? Again Sayang???"

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