The husband and wife seemed lulled by their togetherness. Ning Azzahra, who was determined to make Gus Azzam her real husband, seemed to be following her husband's rhythm. The girl looked resigned; even her hands were wrapped around her husband's neck. Their gazes met, and Gus Azzam's eyes were cloudy, indicating that the man had fallen asleep.
"Mmmmpph... uh..." A moan escaped Azzahra's lips when her husband's lips touched behind her ear and down the girl's neck.
Azzahra's groan seemed to spur Gus Azzam's male desire. With agility, Gus Azzam's fingers tried to unbutton his wife's shirt. Trying to hold back the explosion of desire, which was also hot because of the touch given by her husband, Azzahra bit her lip and closed her eyes. This experience was the first time the girl had experienced it. That's how Gus Azzam felt. Natural biological instincts direct how men do it.
"Drrtt... drtt... drtt..." Suddenly, amidst the excitement of the husband-and-wife wrestling, Gus Azzam's cell phone vibrated.
The man was shocked and realized, then without saying a word, Gus Azzam lifted his body away from Azzahra's body, which was lying beneath him. The girl fell silent and realized what had just happened to her husband. With a shy look, Azzahra looked at her husband with various questions that bothered her heart.
"Forgive my impulsive attitude just now, Ning Zahra. In the future, I hope nothing like this happens again. I also told you not to provoke me into making love with you..." Suddenly, amid the girl's confusion, her husband's voice was heard as if warning her.
"What are you saying, Gus... You did it to me, and now your words seem to be accusing me; I was the one who seduced you just now. How tragic..." Digesting her husband's words, anger came over Ning Azzahra.
The girl did not think that the intimacy that had just occurred with her husband would be seen as wrong. Moreover, Gus Azzam, her husband, was the one who started it all and instead blamed it on her. The girl then sat down and smoothed her long hair, which was no longer wearing the veil. The girl's beauty was visible when Azzahra, with her hair loose, sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not accusing you, Ning Zahra... It's just that your expression seemed to tempt me to do something more to you." Not wanting to admit his mistake, Gus Azzam snorted in annoyance.
The man did not look back at his wife and looked at the cellphone in his hand. He was seen typing on the cellphone screen, and it turned out that his girlfriend Salsa had just contacted him. Not getting an answer from Azzahra, the man then looked at the girl again. However.
"Damn it. Is this my wife's face if she's not wearing a veil..? Oh my God... why is it so beautiful, and the clothes..." Gus Azzam's eyes looked amazed when he saw the scene in front of him.
It never crossed the man's mind that Azzahra would dare to do that. The girl who almost made him forget himself just moments ago stood in front of him casually. Azzahra's long hair is loose and pulled back. Smooth white skin, revealing the charm of beauty and tempting Gus Azzam's faith. The man swallowed hard, and his eyes refused to move from the beauty that was nearby.
"Zahra..." the man muttered, and his feet could not be stopped from walking towards the girl.
In her recklessness, Azzahra took off the shirt she had been wearing. You can only see the bra covering the twin hills, which look defiantly supple. Azzahra's slim stomach and long neck add to the beauty of the girl's twin hills. Challenged by such a sight, Gus Azzam felt tempted as an ordinary man.
"Let's start again Zahra... satisfy me..." Gus Azzam shamelessly invited Azzahra to make love in a hoarse voice. The man's hand reached out to touch the girl's chin, but the girl quickly avoided it by taking several steps back.
"Forgive your wife, Gus Azzam. However, you need to remember. I don't like men who are only fascinated by the beauty of my body but not by my heart." After answering her husband's request, Azzahra immediately walked away from the man.
Gus Azzam didn't move; he watched his wife's back as she walked away. The man did not dare to force Azzahra, even though they were already married.
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Campus masjeed
Azzahra sat slumped on the prayer mat. The girl had just performed the Dhuhur prayer and had not left yet, even though her worship had finished. Azzahra's eyes were puffy, and occasional sobs could be heard coming from her lips.
"Oh God... forgive my sins in refusing my obligations to my husband." The girl groaned in prayer, asking for forgiveness.
"Nisā`ukum ḥarṡul lakum fa`tụ ḥarṡakum annā syi`tum wa qaddimụ li`anfusikum, wattaqullāha wa'lamū annakum mulāqụh, wa basysyiril-mu`minīn. Meaning: Your wives are (like) the land where you cultivate, so come to the land where you cultivate however you wish. And do (good deeds) for yourself, and fear Allah and know that you will meet Him one day. And give the believers good news."
The verse of the Qur'an, Surah Al Baqarah: 223, is clearly remembered in Azzahra's memory. It's not that the girl didn't remember that verse when she refused her husband's invitation. However... the pain of her husband's words blinded her common sense then. The girl didn't want to be an object of fantasy based solely on lust but wanted to feel appreciated as a woman. In fact, when Gus Azzam left her alone, the girl felt insulted and came up with the idea to tease his wife. It turned out that the man was provoked, but Azzahra immediately left him.
"I have to speak to Gus Azzam and apologize specifically to him. But if my treatment has tarnished his self-esteem, I can't do anything about it. Even the worst decision he will make, I am ready to accept it." After being able to control her emotions again, Azzahra spoke softly.
Azzahra slowly removed the mukena covering her and folded the mukena and prayer mat as a base for her worship. After that, She took a mirror and straightened the veil covering her head.
"There's only one course I'm taking today, so I can immediately return to my apartment. "Hopefully, Gus Azzam is still in the apartment. I will apologize and explain it to him." Azzahra slowly got up from her sitting position and then stepped towards the mosque door.
On the mosque terrace, Azzahra took the shoes she had kept in the storage box and then put them on after coming down from the terrace.
"Zahra... are you coming with us?" Suddenly, Azzahra's ears caught Novi's voice calling her.
The girl looked up at the source of the sound and saw Novi, with no other friends, waiting for her in the mosque yard.
"Where are you going, girls? Isn't there a Marketing Management class schedule?" Feeling that they still had to take one more course, Azzahra reacted.
"You must not have looked at the WhatsApp group. Mr. Prayoga announced that this afternoon's class was OFF because he had urgent matters. So... we just want to hang out at the cafe, Zahra. Are you interested in joining..." Novi explained in detail.
Azzahra was silent momentarily and remembered her intention to invite Gus Azzam to speak. But first, the girl will buy a cute cake to apologize to her husband.
"Just the four of you go, okay? I have other needs, so I can't join." Finally, Azzahra made a choice.
"Okay, Zahra. I wish you success with your event. We're going, okay?" Novi responded quickly to Azzahra's words.
"Yep... thank you..." Azzahra waved at her four friends, who started walking away from her.
After taking a deep breath, Azzahra then continued with her goal. Without looking again, Azzahra headed straight towards the gate.