Badboy My husband
~Badboy Husband 81.Chapter•
The altar patted with the shoulder of the wife of the baby child.
"Honey, let's get up" whispered the Altar.
There was a snoring from Aisha.
"Sleeping pas magrib is not good to know, let's wake up we pray," persuaded the husband.
Aisha rubbed her eyes then looked towards the smiling Altar.
"Sir Altar," whined Aisha.
The altar just cleared its throat, demanding his wife wake up.
"Ais, want squid satay but big brother and four big brother friends are making," pinta bumil suddenly.
"Huh? You don't know, baby, buy it?"
Aisha shook her head, singing her lips.
"This, simba's will?" tanya Altar and nod by Aisha.
"Ok, sister will be their phone," said Altar. "Now we pray, right?" ask Altar.
Aisha stretched out her arms, and the altar carried her into the bathroom.
"Sir Altar, here try," called Aisha, the Altar who was washing her face because she had just woken up, turned to her and approached her.
Aisha put soap on the chin of the Altar. "Where, if you have gray hair here," said Aisha.
"Don't want to."Altar.
Aisha just laughed a little, continuing to stick soap on the outside of her husband's mouth. The victim can only stop.
"Honey already yes, then you will know the soap, if you are poisoned, baby grandpa will not meet this handsome dong," complained Altar.
"Yes! Ais just look again aja similar oppa-oppa korea, kaka too dramatic," replied Aisha, chuckling.
Altar smiled mischievously, he took the bottle of soap washing the wife's face, then rubbed gently into the aera of his wife's face.
"Yeah! Brother Altar," cried Aisha, surprised.
"Dear dear," said the Altar.
"Udah, ah." Aisha pushed slowly on her husband's body and turned to wash her face.
Altar chuckled, he went next to his wife and washed his handsome face.
After the drama and the purity of the two young couples, they finally began to pray.
"Asslamualaikum, warahmatullah," said Altar turned right in following his wife. "Asslamualaikum, warahmatullah," he said again turned to the left again followed by his wife.
The altar spread her arms over and asked for the best do'a for her little family, behind Aisha simply saying Aamiin after her husband offered her a do'a to the almighty.
After praying together, the magrib prayer ended, Aisha advanced slightly towards her husband and kissed the back of the hand of the man who had become his mahram.
Alter smiled, replying by kissing his wife's forehead for a very long time continuing down to his cheeks, nose, last kissed his wife's pink lips.
"Didn't his son get kissed?" aisha asked, speaking in a childlike tone.
The altar smiled as he gulped towards the wife's stomach, then kissed her for a long time.
"The strong there are the grandpa, what amah same waiting for you here," said Altar.
Aisha followed with a smile, stroking the mane of her husband.
"Try here, big brother scores rote brother!" pinta Aisha, the Altar nodded, he stood up to take the Quran and sat down in front of his wife.
"Read the basmalah first sister," Aisha recalled, when the Altar immediately read the verse of the letter.
The altar nodded, he said basmalah. The man also gave a rote to his wife.
"Good old Kak Altar, the pronunciation is quite correct, but you have to fix it even better!" aisha
The altar just nodded.
The altar holds the Quran back in place and then returns to his wife, the Altar sleeping on her thigh, enjoying the gentle strokes that he does.
"So don't you want nanya, what in Islam veiled like you is obligated?" ask the Altar, looking up.
"In Islam veils are not obligated, but it is recommended for Muslim women to wear a veil, covering the aura. In order to also keep bad views from men who are not mahromya," Aisha explained to her husband.