The Tomb Next to the House
Bonchap: Right!

"I accept the marriage of Divia Marcella bint Haris with a dowry a set of prayer tools paid in cash."

A pledge of kabul that Bryan spoke with a single breath, echoed inside the mosque where we were sitting at the moment. The ruler who married us then said a prayer that was guaranteed by all the witnesses who came.

Yes, today I decided to marry a man named Bryan. This man who has been almost 2 years has always devoted his attention to me. I was moved and happy when I finally could strip the status of widow after the death of Raihan.

Bryan helped me get up from the ground. We both improved ourselves to be much better individuals.

The Prohibition villagers have forgiven Mr. Kades' mistakes, so they begin to be kind and accept Bryan as one of their citizens again.

We had a small celebration to celebrate our wedding. No need for a big or fancy party. The goal is only one. Word 'sah'. In the eyes of the state and religion.

Bryan also agreed to give thanks at my house. Therefore, the house that is usually quiet now looks crowded because of the presence of invited guests.

By nightfall, residents had begun to disperse. So did we who had quit this busy day. Unceasingly welcome those who come.

Now just rest the back that feels almost this crumpled. The house was clean because of my cooperation with the man who was my husband.

"Ahh ... " my sigh as I lay down on the bed.

Bryan was still in the bathroom cleaning up, when I was about to get a dream.

"Divia," called Bryan ignorantly poking the tip of my nose.

"What the hell?" I pulled that naughty finger.

"May I ask for my right now?" the door in a soft voice.

Deg.

I knew sooner or later this would happen too. I decided to leave my future to her, but why was there still fear when she asked for it?

Both netraku open contact perfectly. Watching two pairs of eyes blink expectantly right over my face.

"A—"

"Bismillah .... "

Cup.

I haven't said a word yet, but her lips have already taken over. Silencing my lips with her sensual lips. I don't know why this reminds me of the late Raihan.

I don't feel clear water dripping at the corner of my eye. Realizing that, Bryan hurriedly stopped his activities.

"sorry. I don't know if you're not ready. I can wait," she said with a crumpled face as she got up.

I feel guilty for him. Bryan has every right to me, I shouldn't remember the past at a time like this.

"e-don't. Continue what you want to do." I exhale deeply to neutralize the heart that had been troubled.

"You sure?"

I'm nodding.

After we prayed for the common good, as well as for the boasting of the sholeh and the sholeh, warming began.

It starts with grabbing each other. Until the disposal of the origin of the nightgown that we used to wear. Bryan was amazed to see me without a thread. If I was, yeah .... Just ordinary.

I've seen hers before. But I have never seen his abdominal muscles that turned out to make hysterical ciwi-ciwi.

It's time for the core game. Although it had crossed memories of the abuse first, but soon I was far away. I'm sure he's changed. He's the real Bryan. No longer ruled by the jinn.

"Bismillah ... Withstands. If it hurts to say so. I can stop" he said, which irritated me.

"Don't stop" I said quickly.

Don't know if I've been carried away, uh, he just wanted to stop. Awkwardly, Bro!

The sensation of instantaneous pain radiated from the bottom up as the object shot further inward. Until finally it can enter perfectly, but the pain is still felt. I bit her lower lip to relieve her pain.

Looking at the expression of pain I showed, Bryan paused for a moment. "Is that sick?"

"Little."

"Do we have to stop?"

"Continue!"

Huh! I almost threw him in the face with his pillow. Does he need to keep stalling like this?

The rhythm of the game that was originally slow is now getting faster according to the tempo of the direction of the master. Regular and soft. Makes me feel like a matchless pleasure. Like floating with the clouds while following the game.

Until two nutfahs are found to be one in the mutual burrow, as the beginning of the occurrence of life. Bryan kissed my sweat-filled forehead. He's still upstairs. Watching my disheveled face.

Bryan almost moved out of position. But I hold back. "Again, Honey. Delicious."

The small ruckus he threw in response to the stupid speech that managed to make my cheeks blush.

"-I mean—"

"OKAY. Again," he said immediately started the game without caring about me who was shy cat.

That night I again felt a sense that I thought was long dead. The presence of Bryan was able to grow flowers in the heart that had withered. The originally barren land is now fertile again, after being watered by the water of love by it.

Even the butterflies in my stomach that I thought were dead are starting to act again. May we be a family of sakinah, mawaddah, wa rahmah. Unified as a soul mate in the world and the hereafter. Aamiin ....

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Thanks to my readers who followed this story to the end. There is happiness in itself when finally othor can finish this work. Because this is the first work that othor successfully completed. Hopefully it can also be snared to other othor works. Aamiin ....

Sorry if there are still too many flaws. 🙏

Again, thank you 😘💕