Dawn for Laila
Strain everything

Laila placed Fajr's hand on her head, allowing her husband to remove the veil that had been covering her head.

"Only my husband's hand can touch this veil, and only you have the right to see everything in me!" Laila said as she looked at the husband's eyeballs deeply. Then the girl closed her eyes and waited for the husband to release his hijab.The hand of Dawn began to tremble when it touched the top of the wife's head. Slowly, the hand of Dawn moved towards the bottom of the wife's chin. Releasing the safety pin embedded in Laila's hijab, a safety pin cladding the hijab to keep it from opening.

Finally, the safety pin slipped off from Laila's hijab, it began to open and began to reveal the contents inside. Dawn gulped down her own saliva as Laila's smooth white neck began to look real before her eyes.

Slowly, Dawn pulled the white veil from Laila's head. The breath of Dawn grew heavier, as if the oxygen levels in the room were beginning to thin, not to mention the sweat coming out of the man's forehead. Now, the long veil was in the hands of Dawn, then Fajar threw Laila's hijab in any direction.

Now, leaving only the snails still stuck to Laila's head. Laila started to open her eyes, she saw the husband who looked at her so amazed, Laila smiled and she herself removed the snail from her head.

The dawn was increasingly unable to control himself, his breathing was getting heavier, his hands did not want to stop moving, as if he wanted to touch the face of his wife who now looked perfect with long black hair that decomposed so perfectly. Perfections that are hidden neatly.

"Subhanallah! Am I seeing an angel come down from heaven?" praise Fajar when Laila shows her hair to her husband.

Laila put her husband's hand on her face, of course Fajar was made more agitated let alone her hand had touched Laila's white face. Laila kissed the husband's palm and rubbed it on her own face, as if she was hugging a doll.

The hand of Dawn trembled and Laila felt it. Spontaneous Laila looked at her husband and smiled. "Your hands are shaking gini anyway, Mas? You sick?" ask Laila.

"Hmm .. Yes, I'm sick. My body feels hot cold!" sahut Fajar while rubbing sweat on his forehead.

"Warm cold? Let me see!"

"It's not hot? Here I go to get his head!" Laila said as she sat on her husband's lap.

Wow, the heart of Dawn is beating faster, Laila dares to sit on her lap? Crazy one! How brave of him, thought the Dawn who did not expect Laila to be able to do that to him.

"Laila! Wh-wh-what are you doing?" ask Fajar while confirming his sitting position so that Fajar can sit comfortably, because it is certain that Fajar will experience conditions where he is not okay.

"Blow your head! You may be dizzy, so your hands tremble like that" he said as he began to hold the head of Dawn and slowly scowl it.

Dawn did not expect that Laila could do such a thing, instead of dislike, Dawn was very happy to be behind the calm attitude shown by Laila all this time, it was just a figment. In fact, Laila changed nature and became a flirtatious figure when she removed her headscarf in front of Dawn. It looks more mischievous and seduces the faith of a Dawn.

"Ouch! It feels clamping! How can I justify his position? Kasian, must have bent his neck, "the inner Dawn began to be uncomfortable, for surely his maleness arose as Laila sat on his lap.

"Why are you, Mas? So tense!" said Laila who saw the face of her husband who really looks tense and increasingly sweaty.

"Well yes, tense! Strain everything!" dawn's reply suddenly made Laila laugh.

...SERIATE...