Gold And Diamond
Part 82 "Comb"

Don't forget to pray. Bismillah. 😀

Nightfall. Kala looking for busyness since magrib earlier. In addition to accompanying guests, after that he went to the room to open gifts that had been brought by Mela, Ruma, and his relatives. And, just now he was after accompanying the Syarif family who came to bring parcels and gifts. They went home, he went back to the room. Look at who gave you the face earlier.

"Could this be from Sharif? But I also miss him. Surely his sister was already telling you, right, yes," Inner Kala.

The deg! Kala's shoulder lifted. He looked to the side.

"Cock surprised? What else?" Gus Omar sat down cross-legged.

"Shock. Mboten it's just me ..."

"What only?" Gus Omar grabbed the face in Kala's hand. Then, ask again, "from?"

Kala shook her head.

"Do you not know?"

"From Mela. But he doesn't know either. This is clearly given to me. I see."

"Yes already. Ask dong, Dek, comb my hair!"

"Hmm?" Kala was a little surprised.

"Oh, yes, Gus Omar is very fond of his hair. Once every two weeks he was a candidate," his mind as he got up to take a comb.

Gus Omar has already scratched his long hair.

"It looks like I'm losing neatly, huh?" Kala nodded again.

"Here, Deck! That comb hurts, doesn't it? Got your own?"

"Snouts, Gus. But, it's a little dirty."

"Yes, the gapapa." Gus Omar gestured for Kala to immediately comb her hair.

And as Kala approached, the smell of the hair rose quickly. Breaking through his nose. Very fragrant. Masculine.

"If you may know, what shampoo to wear?" Kala started combing. "If it hurts, say it!"

"Shampoo from the salon. Don't know what."

"The agent never changes, Gus?"

"Earlier. I think this is the most fragrant. Later you also wear shampoo have Mas aja."

"Haah? Mboten. Mboth. I have a kok. I bought it for long. Buy it once a month."

"Is that?"

"Enggeh."

"Wait every time I go to the salon, you come along, Dek. I'm planning a spa and hair treatment. You have long hair, right? I saw when you were about to enter the bathroom."

"Duh," Kala's inner.

"You're lengthening your hair! Okay?" Gus Omar looked. Pinched Kala's cheek.

"Gus, I'm not used to going to salons. Never even."

Gus Omar was silent. Therefore, Kala did not continue the sentence.

A few minutes Kala combed, and then swished very carefully. It was his first experience touching a man's hair and was immediately asked to remove it. He was just shy and worried that Gus Omar was not satisfied with his way of serving.

"Sampun (already)." Watching it in the mirror.

"Okay sip."

"Ngapunten's not neat."

"It's okay."

Gus Omar turned the seat. He sat Kala on both his thighs without warning. "Are you tired?"

"Duh." Kala grinned.

"Fearful?"

"Not yet." Kala really doesn't feel comfortable. The heart wants to move. Worried that someone had suddenly appeared across the door.

"Possibly many guests." Gus Omar wrapped both hands around Kala's waist. Between his hands and Kala's.

"If not, try to follow me!"

Kala nodded.

Gus Omar asked Kala to sit on the edge of the bed. He told me to raise my hand.

^^^"اَللّٰهُمَّ بَارِكْ لِيْ فِيْ أَهْلِيْ"^^^

Kala.

^^^"وَبَارِكْ لَهُمْ فِيَّ"^^^

Kala imitated again.

^^^"وَارْزُقْنِيْ مِنْهُمْ وَارْزُقْهُمْ مِنِّي"^^^

Kala mimicked, but there was one wrong haraakat. Then, corrected.

^^^"اَللّٰهُمَّ اجْمَعْ بَيْنَنَا مَا جَمَعْتَ إِلَى خَيْرٍ "^^^

Because of the length, Kala mistakenly imitated. Then, Gus Omar cut off his diktena.

Kala followed.

^^^"إِذَا فَرَّقْتَ إِلَى خَيْرٍ"^^^

Gus Omar rubbed his palms against his face. Kala followed.

^^^"The prayer was complete like this. . ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇

^^^ ⁇ 100. It's a prayer asking for blessing in the household."^^^

"Oh Allah, even though we have become husband and wife, and I have not been able to freely to him, may he understand me. I will gradually learn to be his wife as he expected. May I be able to," Kala's mind as she rubbed her face.

"If you're tired, let you rest. Let me go ahead."

"Not yet, Mom. I'll be sought out."

Gus Omar is up. "Later isya we worship in a room."

"Enggeh, Mas."

Gus Omar smiled.

Kala. Smile themselves. "Emang actually also said Ruma. Gus Omar is cute. Pantesan Nurmaya also likes." The corner of his lips automatically attracted when again the face of the semring shadowed.

Half an hour later.

"Dad?" Gus Omar called from the outside.

"Deeek?" Look at the door frame.

"Well?" He found Kala had fallen asleep. Tilt to the right facing the door.

"What sleep is it." Come close.

Although Gus Omar intended to wake him up, he finally broke down. Just fucked once. Then, cover and pick up again.

"Barakallah, my wife" he whispered.

Waking up in the same position. Groped, then looked. "How come?" Look towards the wall clock.

"I thought it was ten, it was four." He rubbed his face. Reluctant to rise. He only focused on seeing Gus Omar was stuck on the prayer mat while calculating the number of remembrance using his prayer beads. He let Gus Omar stay solemn until he fell asleep again.

Azan dawn woke up. Not only the chanting of the Azaan, Kala heard the words of Gus Omar reading the Koran. Gus Omar looked at him.

"Wake up and take a shower! We take a morning walk. Let seger."

"Nope ..."

Gus Omar shuts down his Koran. Rise up. "I didn't wake you up on purpose."

Trying to sit down. "Why?"

"You're menstruating."

Kontan Kala. "Can you tell? Don't-don't ..." He bit his lips.

"Mandy. The bedspread let me change."

"What's dirty, Mom?"

"That's what you see!"

When shifting sit. Looking for where the shit is. He grimaced and embarrassed. Covering the stool with a blanket.

"I'm leaking. Shameful," inwardly. "But, hufftttt. Rather relieved. But, I think I have this menstrual pain again. Tumben's a little sick. Usually not so," he said.

Instead of letting Gus Omar clean it up, Kala rushed to pick up a new bed sheet from a small closet in the corner of the room.

"Let me change."

"Mpothen. I am just."

Gus Omar did not insist.

Kala just didn't feel good.

"Since salat aja."

"Yes already. I pray, you take a shower. I'll have body spray in the suitcase if you want."

"Can men's perfumes?"

"It's good for women. That's the same money." Gus Omar picked it up, then told Kala to take it to the bathroom.

She carried her bed cover to the bathroom. He's enduring his stomach pain. Sometimes grimacing.

"La?"

"Onni?"

Vey watched for a moment.

"Did you walk that way?"

"Eh, no. It's me again menstrual pain. Pretty tasting."

"Ows. Onni's going to the bathroom?"

"No. Wanna wash my clothes."

"I don't live here anymore. Did I ask Mela to help Ruma, huh?" Walking to the bathroom.