Fatma's First Love
Hubby
..."If your partner really loves you, then as much as you lack. He will understand and accept the shortcomings."...
..._Fatma's First Love...
“Sir Bobby, “ calls Fatma does not make the man wince. He's still asleep.
What does that girl have to be now? He can not sleep if his head has not been stroked, waking up the Word feels bad, let alone scream and run to the next room asking to be stroked to the mother. How humiliating!
Fatma slowly approached her husband who had entered the dreamland. The innocent girl looked at the face of the Word. Handsome, then he laughed to himself. What dream is Fatma to be able to get a handsome bonus prayer man like the Word?
After being satisfied and laughing himself indistinctly, he laid his body beside the Word, hoping that the man would be aware of the presence of Fatma and awake. However, even though there are those who accompany sleep, but still the elusan is the first.
“Pa-Pak Bobby, “ call him while menoel-noel sleeve Word shy.
The man was still the same, yet to open his eyelids. Fatma whined softly, then sighed heavily. Which person would wake up, if how to wake him up in a soft voice and poke like that? Basic Fatmawati!
“Pak Bobby, ba-wake up first .. can you not?" She was still trying to wake her husband. All sorts of ways he has done. From shaking his arms to playing the nose the Word has done. However, it is like his soul is on the verge of a body. Not moving, not even making a sound.
Silent. Fatma scratched the nape that was not itchy. Confused, how else to wake her husband. “Pak Husband."
“Sir Bobby."
"Hubby."
“Hosponsors of the heart."
"Sir Word, wake up!"
“Honey!" finally, Fatma screamed a little close to the earlobe of the Word.
The man opened his eyes in surprise. With a distinctive face of waking up he stared at the ceiling of the room. Not long before his net caught an innocent girl with disheveled hair in front of him with eyes that were flickering with anxiety.
Firman blinked, neutralizing the view after beristighfar. “Ke-why, Fat?" nervousness. Because the distance between the two is so close that Firmam can feel the breath of Fatma.
Fatma put her face back in shame, then lowered her head. Seeing the expression on her husband's face that was like seeing a female kunti made Fatma ashamed herself. Ekh, there is a man, right?
“Why, Cipah?" ask with breath that has returned to normal.
Fatma glanced timidly at Firman who was staring at the clock perched on the wall of her room turned out that the needle had shown to the number eleven fitting. The Word was a little surprised.
The man turned to look at his little wife. “Can't sleep, hmm?" tanyanya gently. However, it is still stiff. Slowly, with a trembling palm, Firman restored Fatma's hair. Fix it so that the face of the girl is clearly visible.
Fatma nodded with a little awkwardness. His neck was stiff and would not move. “Ma-mau di-elus kelapanya," said Fatma stammering. The more he made it clear it felt embarrassing. However, how else, he did not want to stay up all night.
“Hah, coconut, what?" The word became alert. He looked at the empty bed. Afraid, if in front of him this is not Fatma, his little wife.
“Ekh, that is the head, Hubby," he errs while covering his mouth in shame.
Word's hand was anxious to squeeze hard round his wife's cheek. Although, he was not used to it at all. But he has to be an adult. The Word lay first on the bed with the sheets of blue sea.
“Sini!" bring him.
Fatma looked at him for a while, although the footsteps felt heavy, slowly he finally came to lie down. The girl placed her head on the long arm of her husband. At the same time, the palm of the man who slept with it began to stroke the head of Fatma who had now been wrapped in hijab. Word will not force Fatma to open it, maybe this innocent girl is not ready.
***
Firman felt his sleep again disturbed because of the movement of humans beside him. The man rubbed his eyes slowly then looked at Fatma.
“Why? You're uncomfortable, aren't you? Or am I just going back so you can sleep freely?" the spout was slow and hoarse.
Fatma looked at him with a shabby face. Enchanted first for a second. Before the end, he held back his increasingly agonizing stomach. The man looked at the hand of Fatma who was holding her stomach and started moving her body to and fro.
“Pak Bobby, can you rub Fatma's stomach? His stomach ached," Fatma muttered a little groaning in pain. He drowned his face between piles of soft pillows. Hearing the request of the wife, Firman just fell silent. Baffled. Assume or refuse?
“Hubby, hurts...," she says, holding back the crying. I want Firman to go back to sleep. However, if not obeyed, then Fatma will continue to whine until the morning dawn.
The man took a long breath. Now she knew that Fatma was one of the spoiled women in the universe. Suddenly he remembered his in-laws. “Nak Firman, the mother's son was very spoiled, really wear very much. Especially if the red guest comes."
“Pak Bobby, please Fatma. Can you see Fatma weeds on the bed in pain? Mr. Ridho if Fatma dies-." He quickly silenced Fatma's mouth. He could see his face parched with a pale color that was getting more and more noticeable.
Wait for. What is in the heart of the Word? Fatma wears a hijab, then wears an abaya and doesn't wear a blanket? Loh, how could that guy do that? He's also a man. Word cleared slowly.
“Ya already! If Mr. Bobby doesn't want to, Fatma doesn't push." The girl sulked and her body turned her back to the Word.
The man repeatedly sighed softly. I don't know how many times I've. “Come, ngadep me!” invite the Word while reaching Fatma's body slowly. There is no rejection.
He closed his eyes. “While the dress is half, Fatma!" her word.
There is no rejection. The girl obeyed her husband. “Why did Mr Bobby close his eyes?" ask Fatma innocently.
“Wear the blanket!" continue the Word without answering Fatma's previous questions.
The innocent girl now did not answer or ask, she again complied. “Sir Bobby, Fatma don't wear trousers, but 'will have blankets. Then why is Mr Bobby still crashing? Is it a sin, sir, see the wife's body? Ekh, is it not that we are legitimate that it can freely do something?' It's halal, isn't it, sir?"
The face of the Word instantly blushed. As much as possible so that he does not laugh. Truly, a day near Fatma makes the Word quench. Either from the behavior or a million questions that the girl gave. Ah, what is Fatma? Firman wanted to bite his wife's chubby cheeks until the red so jolly.
The sting rippled making the entire body of the two feel boiling. It was the first time Fatma's stomach had been touched by anyone other than her mother and father. Fatma felt the rush. The two close each other's eyes, neutralizing the condition to return to stable as before. Fatma felt that her cheeks were heating up as well as the Word. Her husband's warm hands make Fatma comfortable.
“Sir Bobby," call Fatma.
Word looked a little. No. gabe. More precisely he was just peeking from his neutral point of view. “Pak Bobby snag, because Fatma wakes up?" his tan was lethargic with a whining tone.
The man nodded quickly. “Fatma is someone who likes to take notes sir, Mr Bobby promises 'will not be fatma? Although, the nature of Fatma is like this? Promise' right, sir?" Fatma thrusts her little finger at the Word. However, the man did not rush to grab her so the fingers were just floating in the air.
Somehow the Word felt moved, somehow he felt very loved by Fatma. The man nodded weakly. “In shayah Allah, will not Fatma. Hopefully you and I can do this with peace, prayer and wisdom."
“Aamiin," replied Fatma staring at the face of the Word with a smile as beautiful as the heavenly garden.
****
The sound of azan shade from breaking near his house was heard clearly up into Fatma's room. Maybe because they are not used to sleeping with the opposite sex other than the father. As he stretched his muscles in his semi-conscious state Fatma looked next to him, how surprised he was when he saw a man who slept parallel to him.
“Haaaa ..“ The cry of Fatma so echoed in the ear of the Word.
Plaque!
"Oh," cried the Word who was accidentally struck by Fatma.
Not just stop there. Surprised, the girl spontaneously got out of her bed without looking ahead. “Aaww...," cried Fatma in pain who hit the wall.
The Word that was struck so hard by Fatma was immediately startled and could only sit in silence while being sleepy. It feels like a dream, in fact, Fatma's hand is very antep, and feels very painful after being hit by it.
Fatma stared at the old man sitting on the bed like a dazed man, and before long she remembered that her status today was not single anymore, but rather had become a wife.
"Ekh, sorry Mr. Husband. Your little wife forgot that we were husband and wife last night." The girl apologized with a face without sin.
The Word just smiled obliquely. “Why?" ask Word.
Fatma shook her head. “Not why," replied Fatma as she got out of bed and took ablution water.
Brags!
"Ekh, watch out little wife!" word while holding back laughter.
Fatma looked shyly at her husband, and continued her steps to the bathroom, followed by Firman. After they both took ablution water, they also performed congregational morning prayers for the first time.
“Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said the word while looking right and left.
After that, Firman thrust the back of his palm at Fatma and the girl immediately experienced it. Then followed by the Word kissing Fatma's forehead. Not noticeably, tears dripped smoothly onto the cheeks of the innocent girl who cubby.
Firman and Fatma today enjoy their school holidays and work. The girl is now lying in her bed. After waking up at four in the morning, the two continued chatting until dawn. Fatma that has begun to be able to adapt to the Word is now not as impressive as before. However, the Word is not too stiff. Like this for example ....
“Sister Husband!" screamed Fatma with her distinctive tone. “Hubby ... really long hueeee!" Fatma again shouted in a sad pretending style.
Thou shalt. Fatma was now like a big baby being spoiled to her master. Just left Firman five minutes ago to take breakfast for him alone now Fatma has felt like abandoned last-years. Lebay, you Fatmawati!
“What the hell is it, your child is screaming mutely? Who called you? Hayoo ngaku, just got married just cheated on the hubby-hubby just now." Mother Naumi nagged with a waist tousling.
“Ikh, Mommy, Hubby is Cipah's affectionate call for Mas Bobby Firmansyah, Pak Husband filler heart of the angel," replied Fatma while holding his chest.
“Hih, little bride!" Sabil's father suddenly nongol and chimed in.
Now Fatma cengengesan. “Now Cipah has sold Dad .., but be calm. Cipah's first love is still Dad, here hug far ...." Fatma spread out her hands.
Sabil's father approached and hugged his little daughter. “Just hug as long as it can."
“Patty's son is spoiled! Though already married,” Yes, it is the nagging Mother Naumi.
Fatma and Sabil's father laughed. Suddenly the girl remembered her husband. “Sir Bobby, Mister Husband, Hubby, here miss!" he shouted without shame.
The rescue tub wears a prince's shirt, and rides a live horse and is carried by a large bird to fly. The Word came carrying a tray of porridge full of one bowl. Looking at Fatma's chubby cheeks, he was sure every meal must have been more than two plates. Hence, he brought it full.
“Dad, it seems we are just disturbing the smelly bride, Ekh just means," teased Mother Naumi.
Word chuckles. “Ekh, no Mother, no bother at all," he said.
“It's been akh, dad left for work first!" Firman and Fatma saluted Sabil's father before he left for work. While Mother Naumi delivered the husband to the doorstep also saluted Sabil's father.
“Be careful, My husband." Mother Naumi spoke after kissing the back of her husband's palm.
Sabil's father kissed his wife's forehead in return. “Be careful too, First Lady. Wait for your husband to come home!"
Mother Naumi blushing. “His work spirit, don't be long!"
Such a romantic thing never both parents do in front of the child. Fear of the soul of the boy's singles makes him want to feel the courtship. However, it seems that even for now it can be blatantly. Mother Naumi laughed to herself thinking about it.
Seriate....
Pasuruan, March 12, 2023