I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
Finally

At night in the villa the atmosphere was getting quieter. The distance between villa Iqbal and other villas is not too close. Moreover, not necessarily other villas are inhabited. Although this villa is quite close to tourist destinations, but the atmosphere will be crowded only at certain times. Like school holidays and public holidays.

After clearing the dining table, Syifa rushed towards the room. Iqbal was sitting on the bed holding the phone in his hand. Syifa ignored that. He chose to take ablution because the Adzan had reverberated.

When he was after the ablution Iqbal was waiting next to the bathroom door.

"We pray together!" said Iqbal then took turns to go into the bathroom to take ablution.

After praying Iqbal turned towards Syifa who was still finishing her prayer. Iqbal waited quietly until Syifa ended her prayer.

Seeing Iqbal still not budging and still sitting in front of him, Syifa also ventured to ask.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya's confused.

"We pray sunnah first two raka'at!" Iqbal.

From Iqbal's words Syifa already knew what her husband meant. Syifa nodded despite the slight unease in her heart.

After performing the sunnah prayer and cleaning the prayer mat, Syifa headed to the dressing table in her room. Syifa started removing her hijab and then combing her hair. Yes, Syifa did still continue to wear her hijab even though they were alone in the villa. And he will only take it off when going to sleep.

While combing Syifa tried to strengthen themselves. He tried to cast out the shadows of the abuse that had happened to him first. It was a painful touch that traumatized him.

Yes, God enabled me to serve my husband well. Eliminate the anxiety that is troubling my mind! Shifa murmured in the heart.

On the other hand Iqbal noticed Syifa who seemed to be thinking about something. It was as if something had kept his wife from coming to him. Could it be that Syifa is not ready?

At the same time Syifa looked at him. Look at him with a deep look.

"Come here!" Iqbal.

Slowly Syifa began to rise from her seat and approached Iqbal to the bed.

"May I do it now?" ask Iqbal.

Syifa nodded. Then he nodded with what would happen next.

Iqbal put his palm over Syifa's head. Then he said a prayer before he started.

Iqbal slowly raised Syifa's chin to look at her.

"Look at me, Syifa!" his orders.

Syifa looked up and listened carefully to her husband's face.

"Syifa, keep my face well. Remember that I am your rightful husband. I am a man who is lawful to you. And trust me I will touch you with affection. What we do will be worth the reward. And God willing, God will bless us."

Syifa realized that everything Iqbal said was true. So he doesn't have to worry about bad things happening to him.

"Syifa, I'll do it slowly. You can say stop if you are unable to continue. And I won't force you if you're not ready. Okay?" ask Iqbal, attentive.

Hearing Iqbal made Syifa feel comfortable. His eyes were full of honesty and patience. Syifa was increasingly convinced that Iqbal would not be rude to her.

"God willing I am ready!" said Syifa steady. It immediately dismissed the doubts he had felt.

After receiving approval from Syifa, Iqbal slowly moved forward. Cut the distance between the two. Gently and affectionately pecked his wife's ranum lips. His hands began to shift around his neck. And linger there until Syifa is able to compensate.

Syifa who had initially gripped Iqbal's shoulder slowly drifted away with every touch Iqbal gave her. He enjoyed it and forgot his trauma.

Iqbal resumed his actions very carefully in every movement. He did not want to make Syifa feel uncomfortable if it was too passionate even though his desire seemed unstoppable after a long time to hold it. Because this is the first time for him.

Iqbal again touched the jengkal for the sake of his wife's body gently. And make sure that Syifa agrees to proceed at a later stage.

Iqbal was in no hurry to complete his wish. He enjoyed every expression that his wife made. And made Syifa also want something from him. Although it took quite a long time, Iqbal finally got to the point. Iqbal felt very satisfied because Syifa could enjoy it without pressure and coercion.

"Thank you, honey!" said Iqbal and then kissed Syifa's forehead.

Syifa smiled back at him. A happy tear flowed in the corner of his eye.

Tiredness made Iqbal break down beside Syifa. He held Syifa in his arms and began to close his eyes.

"Iqbal!" call Syifa lirih.

"Hmmm ...," answered Iqbal with a mutter.

"Eitherway. Maybe it's because you're the only woman who catches my attention, and makes me want to always protect you" Iqbal replied.

Syifa looked up at Iqbal.

"Have you liked me since we were in high school?" ask Syifa again.

"I don't think so. You want to know what I think about every time I see you in High School?" ask Iqbal.

Syifa shook her head, but she was very curious.

"You're like an adorable poor cat. Every time I see you, I feel like you're saying 'help me'!" he answered, holding back laughter.

Syifa immediately pinched Iqbal's waist and turned to her back.

Iqbal laughed at Syifa's adorable behavior while snacking.

Iqbal grabbed his wife's body from behind. "I didn't care about anything other than exposing my parents' deaths. When I lived in my uncle's house I grew up without affection. Devan didn't treat me like a brother. That's what makes me quiet and not care about anyone else."

"However, when I heard Devan talking to his friend who planned something bad for you, that's where I started to get distracted. I don't know why I feel like I'm the only one who can help you" Iqbal said.

Syifa turned back to face Iqbal. Hearing that he felt lucky that Iqbal had saved him from Devan.

"Thank you, Iqbal. Thank you for helping me!" syifa said, hugging her husband.

Iqbal rubbed his wife gently and kissed her several times.

The night was getting late and the two began to fall asleep soundly in the same blanket.

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When the morning was over, Iqbal did not allow Syifa to leave their room. Last night he only did it once to make Syifa feel comfortable with him. And in the morning, Iqbal was eager to repeat it again. In the morning, they spent time in bed.

Until the morning sun shines bright. Iqbal just finished it. Syifa looked very exhausted and slept soundly.

Iqbal went out of the room after cleaning himself. He went to the kitchen and cooked something for their late breakfast.

When he finished his cooking. Syifa was also seen coming out of the room. I took a shower and was well. This time he did not put on his hijab and let his wet hair unravel on his back.

"Why didn't you wake me?" tanyakanya.

"You seem very tired. I can't bear to wake you up" replied Iqbal.

"Yes, I am very tired because of you" replied Syifa.

Syifa turned her eyes to the two spaghetti dishes that were sitting on the table. One of them looks spicy. Apparently Iqbal was very attentive to Syifa's appetite.

"Let's have breakfast first. You must be very hungry" said Iqbal, sliding the chair for Syifa.

Syifa complied and began eating spaghetti made by Iqbal. Very fitting with Syifa taste. He was really amazed by Iqbal's attention all along.

After eating Syifa cleaned the dining table. He went to the sink to wash their dishes.

"Syifa, what made you decide to veil?" ask Iqbal who was already standing nearby.

"I felt at that moment my beauty was a catastrophe for me. My anxiety and trauma made me think it was what made them want to abuse me. That's where I want to wear a veil to protect me."

"For me your charm is not just because you are beautiful, Syifa. You have a charm that emanates from your polite personality and the intelligence you have. And it's not closed even if you're wearing your veil" Iqbal said.

Syifa was stunned to hear it and faced towards Iqbal.

"And when you suddenly appeared to be my lawyer. You always bother my mind, Syifa. You always stole my attention to always protect you!" Iqbal.

Syifa immediately hugged Iqbal. He was very happy to have a husband who genuinely loved him.

"Thank you, Husband!" syifa lirih.

"Next time say it out loud, dear!" Iqbal.

Syifa again pinched Iqbal's waist plan which made her complain.

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