Sacred In Stain
Becoming Us

Chapters 113. Becoming Us

In the early hours, Yudhis was pierced coldly by stroking his shoulders. Rubbing his eyes slowly, pulling the two eyebrows almost fused focusing on the wall clock whose short needle is directed at the number two with a long needle pointing to the number six.

The cool air he felt, apparently because the blanket that wrapped the body was pulled down to the extent of the elbow. So contrasted with the temperature in front of him, if his back is cold, another case with the chest of his field that feels very warm even almost hot. Of course the comfortable warmth was the effect of the soft curled body urging him. Swiping the skin with her under one blanket, sleeping pillowed next to her arm, hugging her back, sticking her cheeks while her eyes closed tightly.

The inevitable smile breaks along with the ceaselessness of the earthquake celebrating happiness. Yudhis lowered his head, watching the rib cage that was sleeping in his arms. Observing his neat eyebrows, his big nose, his pointy chin, his smooth cheeks and his slightly swollen delimit red lips due to his greedy diculum when the smelting had once again fascinated Yudhis.

“Beauty. My wife is very beautiful, beautiful face is also soft hearted,” her murmurs adore sincerely from the bottom of the soul. Blowing his forehead, nose, and lips of the heart that is still engrossed in the dimension of his sleep.

Happy blooms like a sprinkling of multiples of stars decorate the space of the taste of his heart. Stunning peerless, shahdu warms the heart when he recalls the turbulent events before going to bed earlier, that now Khalisa and himself have become us, perfecting his heart that has been fully reciprocated. Also reminded him again of the real sense of the real pleasure of victory, not only in the dreamland as he had felt, when the beauty of the heaven of the world was reached together. Giving and receiving each other, fulfilling and filled with his inner lust with love that increasingly blossomed beautifully.

Actually, Yudhis wanted to linger to embrace Khalisa. It's just that the routine that has been accustomed to doing in the early hours makes Yudhis undo the intention to roll again even though he wants to. Decide to get up and take a mandatory bath before prostrating on a stretch of prayer mats on one third of the night.

“Sorry, Dear. I have to get up,” Yudhis said very slowly, kissing Khalisa's crown.

Yudhis pulled his arm which was made into a pillow slowly so that Khalisa did not wake up, replacing it with a real pillow. The blanket was wrapped in a loving, intimate manner, ensuring that Khalisa remained warm, protected from the cold in the early hours.

Just as Yudhis was about to get off the edge of the bed, his wrist felt pulled.

“Abang where to go?” tanya Khalisa raspy with eyes drowsy.

“I want a mandatory shower. Sorry you woke up, slept again, it's only half three.” Yudhis again shifted his seat closer, bent down and tidied Khalisa's hair that fell on the forehead.

“Why take a shower at this time? Isn't Fajr time still long?” ask Khalisa again, a little whining.

“I want to perform the evening sunnah prayer. Salad Tahajud. Because I have great hadas, so I have to take a mandatory bath first, purify myself of the great hadas,” explained Yudhis while gently stroking Khalisa's hair.

“Tahajud? What is it?” the curious tone is very clear.

Khalisa's ignorance of the practices of the Sunnah is not because he is stupid, but the cause is because since childhood has never been given a capable learning opportunity also grew up in an unhealthy environment, no one supported or encouraged him. And when he grew up and married, Khalisa did not get any guidance, only bullying.

“Then. I also want to participate in Tahajud prayer,” great-grandson of Khalisa, inching up impatiently. “Abang will you teach me? I also want to be a grateful human being, wanting to learn to be closer to the Creator as you do.”

Yudhis smile expands and then nods, making Khalisa scream happy, like a child who is allowed to eat ice cream when he is coughing up a cold.

They took a bath together although both of them were still clumsy and somewhat embarrassed. As a husband, Yudhis listened to Khalisa read the holy intentions of the hadas junub first, worried it was still wrong. And he breathed a sigh of relief when Khalisa was able to read it correctly. Also pay attention to the details of how to wash, so that their mandatory baths are valid and correct.

They bathe under warm water, really just shower soaking each other though awkward. And when it was time to rinse, Yudhis allowed Khalisa to rinse himself first to finish his bath, always giving Khalisa priority at all times, and after that it was his turn.

Khalisa kissed the back of Yudhis hand as soon as the prayer was over. The husband taught patiently and the wife obediently followed vigorously. Both are flooded with the pleasure of worship together without a match. The extraordinary pleasure that Khalisa had only felt during his life.

As usual, Yudhis waited for dawn by reciting and reciting the scriptures. Khalisa sat still wearing a mukena not far from him. Serious listening also watched carefully, made to continue to be amazed at the handsome figure dimpled.

In fact, it wants Yudhis to roll back under the covers and scramble the repeating sheets overnight, seduced by the bone-piercing cold that would have been more enjoyable to climb the beloved shared nirvana. However, worried that later even the dawn prayer misfortune, soaring himself and calling on himself that there is still plenty of time for it.

“Come, we worship again.” Yudhis ambushed Khalisa, who was folding his face when he had just finished his morning service with him.

“Hah? You mean pray again?” added innocently.

“Not that, but worship that is able to repel the cold, make sweating, plus fulfill the mission of giving a sister to Afkar, Mother,” whispers sensually flirting to the ears of Khalisa makes the owner bristling.

Khalisa. Allowing himself to be dragged into bed, putting himself under the breath of affection, adored and made to float. Publishing a joyful groan is more powerful than last night, when the male thrashes it more greedily than the first time. Flooding him with the seeds of love flowing profusely warms his womb, after he is made to groan and convulse first, filled with the satisfaction of his inner living which was once more often ignored by the first to interrupt him.

Hugging each other again repeated, each other broke the bed welcome morning. Again, this time Yudhis confided again after a while of rest recovering energy while caressing each other after achieving a joint victory. Not satisfied with the sweet honey of the beautiful flower pujaan. Wanting to quench his endless thirst.

And unexpectedly this time Khalisa said he wanted to learn to be the party who served him even though he was timid. Want to test yourself based on what Tya had taught about how to satisfy men in bed, which unexpectedly now even useful in the context of halal worship, halal worship, although for Khalisa, this is the first time to learn aggressive in order to please the husband.

Yudhis was more than happy, welcoming joy, allowing the queen of his heart to rule the field this time. Giving Khalisa full confidence leads the fusion, synergizing together until the beauty of heaven the world is again reached together combined with echoing cries.

Seriate.