The Longing for Perfection
Waiting With Sexy

Next month. Farah and Zayn instead stay at Farah's parents' house. Their home is still in the finishing stages. So in the meantime, they moved to stay, so that both parents would feel fair about their children.

"There's no sign yet, Far?" Bude Enik who happened to be visiting asked Farah.

Farah smiled faintly but her heart was crying. How could it be a sign of pregnancy, she could not even be the perfect wife for Zayn.

"It's also been three months, don't ask that." Ms. Mia, Farah's mother said. "Let them enjoy both days" he continued.

"The sooner the better, the better, to" replied Bude Enik.

"It is important that they are ready, not a matter of hurry or not" said Bu Mia again defending her daughter.

While out there. Zayn with his younger brother Farah laughed out loud as he watched the television show. 

Farah breathed softly. This question, they may often get in the future. Farah only wishes one, no matter what happens to her, Zayn stays loyal and is by her side. Yes, it was the do'a that he always promised.

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On one occasion. On Fridays when there is a routine study. Farah found the diploma after the study was completed. He wanted to talk to her four eyes.

Farah was sure that what she was going to ask was not going anywhere when she asked and told the right people.

Not much he asked. He only asks how to be happy and meet the needs of the husband when the wife cannot serve him.

"Does Mbak Farah mean when the condition of the wife menstruation or puerperia?" ask ustazah to make sure Farah's question, understanding the question is a thing that must, so that the answer is right and correct.

Farah was silent for a moment to think. Not both of them, but he was ashamed to tell the truth to the ustazah. She was ashamed of her situation.

"Be-right ustadzah," Farah replied in the end.

Ustazah nodded with a smile. Then he replied, "Islam does not punish the physical menstrual women as unclean objects that should be shunned. Thus, a husband may do anything other than what Allah forbids in the Qur'an, which is intercourse. That's illegal."

Farah nodded in understanding. "Then how do I satisfy my husband, Ustazah?" Farah asked again.

"Mak Farah can use her hands" replied Ustazah. "The husband may bring out his mani with his wife's hand and haram using it with his own hands."

Farah digested well the ustazah answer. He asked her whatever she wanted to know. She wants to meet her husband's inner needs. He wants to make Zayn happy. He was always sad when every night Zayn swallowed disappointment from him.

"Thank you for the answer, ustazah," said Farah sincerely.

At night, Farah wears a slightly thin nightgown. He learned how to use his hands. But his expectations remain very high on his circumstances, he hopes, hopefully tonight he can. I hope Yoga classes will help her. 

Eleven o'clock in the evening, Zayn hasn't returned. He's still in the post watching the ball. Eleven o'clock in the evening, the ball should have been over by then but why hasn't Zayn returned.

Farah tried to send a message. Zayn's phone is at home. Farah was upset by herself in the room. But then he trained his hands again. He tried as smart as he could. At least, this was his attempt not to disappoint Zayn.

Next week, maybe Farah will come to the baby shaman. The village women will usually be like that as they prepare for pregnancy and even while they are pregnant.

Before long, I heard greetings from outside. The distinctive Zayn voice. Hearing that, Farah immediately hid her large cucumber. It was a tool to train his hands.

The woman pouted. He even took a dresser in a closet and put it on. She doesn't want to look sexy. Because Zayn came home late.

After returning home, Zayn did not even go straight to his room. He talked to my dad in front of the television. Still with the same talk. About the ball, Indonesia vs Malaysia.

Farah frowned because Zayn never came in. Ten minutes later, Zayn ended his conversation with his in-laws. He was ready to sleep.

Slowly, Zayn opened the room door. Slowly too, he stepped inside for fear of waking Farah up. Eleven o'clock in the night, Farah usually goes to sleep. 

Zayn got on the bed and rubbed Farah's hair. The man thinks that Farah fell asleep accidentally because she was still wearing a robe. But then Farah opened her eyes. Makes Zayn surprised and then giggles funny.

"Pretend to sleep?" tanyanya. He immediately threw himself beside Farah.

"Mas why so long ago he came home. Didn't the ball finish at half-tenth?" asked Farah annoyed. He looked at Zayn sharply. 

"Obviously, we'll talk about the game first" Zayn replied. He pulled the gamis zipper that Farah was wearing. "Why still wear the robe" he asked. And he was surprised to find another shirt behind the robe that Farah was wearing.

"Eh, you can't get in the way" Zayn said. He tried to shake Farah's hand. 

"Mas Zayn ngeselin, make me wait a long time," murmured Farah. His hands did not obstruct Zayn anymore. He allows Zayn to open his game.

"I'm sorry, honey," said Zayn. His breathing began to disorganize. He is a very normal man and desires every time, when he touches his wife but he knows how Farah is and he always holds her back. He only hoped that Farah would not suffer from a serious illness.

"Have a frown, obviously waiting sexy" commented Zayn.

Farah hit his chest. "No need to say either" he protested. It made Zayn laugh.

He put Farah's robe on the wooden chair next to their bed.

Zayn rubbed Farah's hair with love. Look into his eyes with love. And then he kissed Farah on the forehead. Still like those same nights, he said a do'a before touching his wife with passion.

Farah rubbed Zayn's cheek after the man finished kissing her forehead. The eyes they meet convey the same feelings of love and desire.

"Mas" call Farah.

"Yes, honey," Zayn replied.

"I love you, Mom," he said.

Zayn nodded. "Mas loves you too, Farah," Zayn replied sincerely. He then lowered his head to make a kiss all over Farah's face. He wanted to create a spoiled but seductive atmosphere.

"Darling, did you know my ideals when I was a kid?" ask Zayn on the sidelines of their fondling. This was so that Farah would not tense up, for the woman to relax.

"Being President" replied Farah. His voice sounded heavy, it meant that this woman had been carried away in the current that Zayn created.

"Wrong, not that" Zayn said. He was getting more and more intense to give a touch to Farah, to make this woman comfortable. 

"Then what?" Farah asked back. 

"Guess." 

"Pilots." 

"Wrong."

"Teacher." 

"Wrong." 

"Pak Sekdes," Farah replied with a small laugh but also with disordered breathing. That answer also made Zayn laugh a little. 

"Is my answer right this time?" ask Farah. 

"Wrong." 

"Then what?" 

"When I was a child, I had no goals" Zayn replied. And it made Farah hit her chest slowly. 

"There are no ideals, why are you told what Mas ideals?" farah protest. And they laughed so much.

Let's try it again.

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