Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
7. Amranian Oddity
After dinner, Amran's cell phone rang. Amran immediately picked him up while walking away from Nabilla. He went into the dressing room to replace his shirt. Not long ago, he was out wearing jeans and t-shirts and brown leather jackets made his good looks that really amaze Nabilla's eyes.
"Tonight I may not be home. Be careful at home" said Amran.
He saw Nabilla who was not speaking as usual. The girl usually kisses her hand as she leaves the house and counsels her and prays on her crown. He waited for the tender treatment from his wife who was still glued to the table.
"Nabilla."
"Yes, um."
"Why are you quiet when I say goodbye?"
"What would you like? If you want to go, you just go, "sneeze Nabilla.
"Do you say that? why?"
"It's okay. Don't you always do whatever you want?" Nabilla walked to her room.
While passing in front of her husband, Nabilla's hands were smothered by Amran and carried his wife's body into his arms. He held his arms against Nabilla's body and stretched her.
Amran cupped both of Nabilla's cheeks and gripped Nabilla's lips gently." Why would you give me a kiss like this, if your lips would turn on another woman, "the inner Nabilla felt tight in her heart.
"Well me Nabilla. Who knows I won't come back to you if my business isn't as planned. But if my business is done quickly, I will go home with you to sleep," said Amran to make Nabilla's heart hurt more.
"Yes. Careful, mom!"
Nabilla took her husband's hand and kissed him on the back.
"alright. I'm going to Nabilla. Whatever happens, please believe me!"
"Why is this guy? Going to sleep as a whore as if one were going to war, "inner Nabilla.
Not long after, Amran's phone rang again. Amran glanced at Nabilla who was staring at him.
Amran turned away from Nabilla, so Nabilla decided to go into her room.
"Give me an hour. I want to calm my wife first. Do you understand?"
Amran ended his talk unilaterally and went to Nabilla's room. Amran knocked on Nabilla's door several times. Nabilla wiped her tears while grumbling.
"What the hell do you want him to be?" Nabilla opened the door to her room.
"What's wrong?"
Amran did not answer his wife's question. He immediately pulled Nabila's hand and brought his wife into his room.
"What's wrong?"
"What do you want to see?" Nabilla was suddenly nervous with a racing heart.
Without wanting to answer his wife's question, Amran approached Nabilla and removed her headscarf. In an instant he saw the beautiful face of his wife with the crown of Nabilla's hair that was clipped to reveal her neckline.
Seeing her husband's behavior on her almost made Nabilla want to faint at this time. Because it was so sudden for him. To refuse to fear sin. But, just let Amran touch her body, she also felt disgusted at her husband who will soon go to Fina's house and will make love to the girl.
Amran took off a long roll of his wife's hair. The jet-black hair looks a little curly on the edge." O Allah of Nabilla, you are very beautiful, dear" praised Amran with trembling hands.
Now Amran's hands turned on the buttons of his clothes Nabilla, then opened one by one until the emblazoned twin hills are still covered with marun. Nabilla's skin was as white as shiny-looking porcelain exposed to the light of a lamp.
"Nabilla. I'm sorry, why didn't I do it from the beginning of our marriage. It's all too late for me" said Amran.
Nabilla's dress is on the floor. Nabilla closed her eyes.
Amran turned to open the hook to free his wife's two assets and the maroon triangular cloth under Nabilla's belly was opened.
Amran stared at his wife's innocent body in amazement. He embraced Nabilla's body while feeling his wife's soft skin. But, again Amran's phone again rang to disperse his desire to enjoy the beauty of his wife's body.
Amran opened the incoming message notification making him feel wrong." Honey, if I come home tonight or come home tomorrow morning, prepare yourself tomorrow night. I have to go tonight. I love you so much Nabilla. Whatever happens please trust me."
Amran took out his black card and gave it to Nabilla. Use this card and buy whatever you like. Don't think about the price. The pin number is our first wedding date. Whatever I have there is also your part in it" said Amran then clenched his wife's lips and stuffed her mouth at his wife's twin hills while gently squeezing them.
"I'm sorry Nabilla . Forgive me dear," Amran immediately walked out of his room leaving Nabilla standing glued to her innocent body.
Amran's words felt ambiguous to Nabilla." My man why? so weird. Is she so scared of Fina?" Nabilla picked up the dress again.
She was feeling very upset at this time and chose to take another shower. While Amran increased the speed of his car while thinking about the body of his wife who made his own still swell down there.
"Nabilla. Wait for me baby! We're gonna miss our bridal night tomorrow night. But, if I don't go home, I hope you can take care of yourself and find your own happiness" Amran said.
Amran overtook several cars to quickly get to the destination. While Nabilla is performing Islamic prayers and teaching. She continued to pray that her husband break his forbidden relationship with Fina.
"Yes Allah. Protect my husband from the demon. Ask him to return to the right path. Give me much patience to pass through this painful test, O God," murmured Nabilla cf. Matt.
At about two in the morning, Nabilla heard her husband's bedroom door open. He wanted to get out of his sleep but his eyes were hard to open.
"Alhamdulillah. Thank God, my husband has come home," Nabilla thought as she wandered again in her dream.
Around four o'clock in the morning Nabilla woke up to perform tahajjud prayer and continued reading the Koran while waiting for the dawn adhan. Not long after that, he performed the morning prayers and returned to reading the Koran.
At about six in the morning, Nabilla came out of the room in neat clothes. He wants to buy vegetables and meat at the wet market. She wanted to cook a delicious meal today because her husband wanted to get through their bridal night, so it took extra energy to eat healthy.
When he arrived again at his apartment unit Nabilla fixed his groceries into the refrigerator. He makes black coffee and brown peanut butter toast. Nabilla, who was still wearing a shar'i shirt with her veil, deliberately did not want to open it unless her husband opened it.
He opened the door to his room, Amran, saying his greetings. But, as her eyes stared towards the bed, Nabilla's eyes widened with her mouth open. Nabilla's hand shook violently with tears escaped just watching the scene that again hurt her heart until the tray she held fell just from her hand to make a noise that morning.