Virgin Widow
Eps. 18

All the logistics go into the backpack, do not forget the medicine Zaid, where to know later there the disease relapses, must be ready umbrella before the rain. Zaid deliberately uses online taxi services so as not to get tired and more freely near me during the trip, he said. What if later in the car the trauma relapses again? Don't touch, just look at me he's scared.

The fleet of online taxis that come is the Avanza minibus, the driver is friendly and kind. Deliberately we sat in the back once, where to know during the trip there were romantic things that happened so that the driver was not disturbed.

The car drove along the coastal road, the blue of the sea and the green hills and islands in the middle of the sea make this trip very pleasant. Zaid told us the location we passed.

While listening to his chatter I tried to lean on Zaid's sturdy shoulder. He was not evasive as usual, even occasionally he took the time to kiss me when the driver was focused. His sturdy hands coiled around his waist and held me to his chest, Zaid seemed to know that I was afflicted with drowsiness, until finally Zaid's chest became the most comfortable pillow during the trip.

Said the mother next door, the smell of her husband's armpits is medicine, Sah. Turns right. There is a sense of therapeutic aroma around Zaid's chest and armpits. Both of my hands clung tightly to Zaid's arms, which encircled me to my chest. I slept very well, I woke Zaid when we reached the dock to take a boat to Kapo-Kapo Island.

Today I made history in my life, traversing the blue sea by boat for two hours. Actually I was afraid, but before boarding Zaid's ship asked me to pray. It made me a little bit comfortable, because life and death are in the hands of God.

The sea on the South Coast is not strong, it is just rippling like a lake, because many islands stand firmly in the middle as breakwaters. Some of the islands we passed, some were touched, some were untouched. Approaching our destination was greeted by neatly arranged mangrove roots, forming a road, where the ship could only be defeated due to shallow waters.

Kapo-Kapo Island, an intoxicating tourist destination for selfies. There is also a residential area, although not much, and the residents there are all fishermen, public facilities such as musala also already exist. The tour guide who took us was friendly, he told us a lot about things about habits and what not to do while on the island.

We were taken to a homestay on the beach. The day had already shown five in the afternoon when we arrived at the inn. We can only enjoy the blue sea with white sand that stretches wide, as well as the green mangrove from the right room window facing the sea.

Drizzle down with the arrival of dusk, after our magrib has been entertained by the innkeeper. For three days we do not need to think about accommodation and consumption because it has been included in the Kapo-Kapo tour booking.

Zaid invited me to sit down to enjoy the beach air from the terrace, the wind tonight is a little tight but not a storm. He approached and hugged me, warm Zaid's body removing the gnaw that started to creep.

“Uda, I can't resist cold.” My teeth are starting to shake. Zaid tightened his arms and took me to the room. A bed with a double bed and a thick blanket was waiting for us. The aroma of pandan therapy is emanating from natural candles in the corner of the room.

“Still cold?” Zaid let go of his embrace and placed both of his hands on my cheeks, his eyes staring meaningfully.

Breathing raced along with the pounding of blood that sighed, Zaid began to launch his action. His eyes remained on me, some kisses being the starting weapon of his struggle. The feeling grew even more tempestuous, as Zaid covered our bodies with a blanket. Zaid tried to take his right well and his sunnah, “Bismillahi allahumma jannibnasyaithana wa jannibisyaithana ma razaqtana.”

I could only get shut up enjoying the touch as well as the mischievous attacks on certain points on the body. Awareness accompanies the pleasure, fearing Zaid trauma like last night.

“Yes Allah, keep us away from all the temptations of the devil,” my wilt in prayer.

So long we raced in the sighs and heat of the air in a blanket, until finally Zaid will spread the seeds of life in my womb... There is a liquid that feels out of **** *, my stomach's wrapped.

Don't-don't .. and it turns out that it is indeed the end of the month and probably also because of fatigue. So my monthly guests came at an inopportune time.

Zayd's sacrifice was in vain tonight, for it was impossible for Zayd to plant seeds in a filthy place.

“Uda ...” I look at him with pity. His face was tangled, his breathing was still wheezing, but he tried to smile.

“Already, Sah, not your fault either. It's natural that women come monthly guests, not yet my windfall, Sah.” Zaid hugged me, that hug comforted my heart.

“So wasted our trip, Uda.” I was down, feeling guilty.

“Nothing is in vain, we stay here until you are clean. Because I will only come to my field after the field is good for me.”

Night, quickly pass, I want morning and morning again, so that I can give Zaid the right as soon as possible. Tonight the trauma didn't bother Zaid, so I could sleep well in his arms. Either the following nights, or maybe the nights where I've been clean ....