"Please don't touch me," Dila asked in a trembling voice. She shifted her body away from Bara.
Bara was stunned and felt odd about Dila's reaction. Just by touching her hands had this effect. His wife really kept her chaste. Bara can't stop thinking that a girl as beautiful as Dila can keep herself from being touched by men. Dila was not yet veiled but looked after herself. Her clothes were always loose and did not form curves and also polite women.
Bara sometimes felt guilty if a woman as good as Dila had to spend the rest of her life with him. Bara was never attracted to her because he was gay. There was only Egi in his heart.
"Dil. Don't be nervous like that. I'm your husband. Don't be like you have an allergy if I just hold your hand. Get used to it from now on," Bara said firmly, making Dila's eyes pop.
" What does it mean?" Dila seemed not to understand the meaning of her husband's words.
