I cried " Mashalaaah" and begged him to put it aside or more preferrably in the closet away from what i was about to do. For some reason i felt dirty doing it while Quran was placed in the near bedside drawer.
Hyper would not have it, he thought it will be unmanly of him to listen to the whims of a woman who is about to ruffle his world. He romantically or unromantically removed his glasses, looked at me in semi sexually moved smile and asked me to sit beside him. I of course accepted with absolute hastiness, as this was the first romantic, shukaansi action i have had from my husband to be since our 4 years of courting and engagement. I sat next to him, shy as a church mouse, quite not frightened as i should be on my wedding 'doing' night, and humbly releasing my scent of euphoria perfume onto hyper saan kusaaan marehaan nostrils. "Basra u smell good. I will tell u basra, i like u because u have "akhlaaq", u r a twenty something litle girl who forever sounds virgin. That side of u exite me. I have seen many women who wanted to rape me, but u never. U disrespect me and throw spit at me, and instead of being angry at u like any other normal humanbeing, i find myself---bothered.
I smiled and confused and wondering whether i should take this as a compliment or an assault to my womanhoodship or my feminine charm. I decided to ignore it given i have convinced myself that something sexy is coming. He touched my hair, smelled it sweetly and i gigled and played with the tshirt thast hyper bought me. The tshirt read---- 'Lonely in desert Gedocity"
"I am lonely no more-- ma ha basra
hhyper spoke as he attempted to kiss me.
I totally submitted awaiting a hot passionate kiss, my eyes closed, my lips sticking out in anticipation.......when suddenly .....he yellled
"hold on! hold on! Let me remove my thug silver teeth for a minute"
I was secretly disgusted yet again decided to ignore it, i convinced myself not to be totally turned off. I started to think what his mother whispered to me just before we went into the room tonite"
She said--- u have the most special' child of mine. I have give birth to 6 boys, and no one has a big heart like him. She winked, and obviously warning me that she was not talking about hyper's heart.
So the kissing attempt resumed,my eyes closed, i sticked out my lips and waited for a sloppy one. 55 minutes later--- opening my eyes......i was shocked to see i was a lone in the room. No hyper anyway. There was a small note that read.
"basra walaal.....forgive me....but i am not a man, but a tomboy.......i didnt want u to see me naked, so i had to run, if u still like me as i am....u can find me in the nearby dhuksi wearing a burkah jilbaabad."
I was left shocked and mad....and of course fashionably i fainted.
thats nasty! Is that the way u contracted HIV? 
