I pulled over my telekung, ready to go for solat raya.
"Sayang," oh god Sehun not again. He had been calling me all morning and this is the fifth time.
"Sayang. Butang baju melayu abang mana??" Oh wow he speaks malay more fluent when he's desperate.
"Abang. Atas meja kan" He put up his unsatisfied face, clearly telling me how the heck would he wear that butang baju melayu by his own.
"Yelah yelah sayang pakaikan. Stay still. I have my wuduk."
But sehun would always be sehun.
He hugged me as I reached to button his baju melayu, pulling me close to him.
"Kalau gerak jugak?" Did no one tell him if he touch me both of us need to take wuduk again? No? Where's the tok kadi? Tok imam? Tok bilal? Teach this boy please.
"Abang if you stop moving then we both don't have to take wuduk —" he kissed me.
HE FREAKING KISSED ME.
"Abang!!!" I screamed. Now my wife mode is activated.
"EH ORANG DAH PESAN KAN JANGAN SENTUH ORANG HAAA KAN DAH KENA AMIK WUDUK BALIK ABANG NI LAAA BENCI LAA ORANG NAK KENA PAKAI MEKAP BALIK—" there you go sehun. Don't mess with malay woman.
His jaw hung open. Dammit sehun.
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EXORAYA EDITION
General FictionHave you ever imagine......your first raya with EXO? wearing their baju melayu so handsomely. their songkok-You heard their voice chanting Takbir Raya and you slipped your hand in theirs and apologise for your mistakes, "Selamat Hari Raya abang," ...
