This morning was Hamdan's first day of college at one of Yogyakarta's leading state universities. Since high school, he had set his sights on continuing his studies in Yogyakarta, specifically at this state university. Hamdan hails from Sumatra and comes from a family with limited means, so he had to find affordable accommodation to avoid burdening his parents.
Considering his financial situation, he decided to look for a boarding house near campus in the Pogung area. Hamdan found a relatively affordable boarding house, around 3 million rupiah per year, despite the modest conditions. To help finance his studies, he had to find part-time work while studying.
That morning, the air was quite chilly in Yogyakarta. As he left his boarding house and headed to campus, his eyes fell on a woman emerging from a luxurious house in front of him. She was wearing a wide, thigh-length hijab, a robe that touched the ground, and a niqab, but her beautiful eyes, which were tucked under a black veil and shaded by glasses, enhanced her eyes, which were also polished with eyeliner.
He looked like she was in a hurry to start her motorcycle, but it wouldn't start, so the sister had to manually start it. Well, that's typical of women; they definitely can't handle using the center stand, so she looked like she was in a rush, also pressed for time. Finally, Hamdan mustered up the courage to help her.
Hamdan: "Sorry, sister... need some help?"
When Hamdan asked, she looked at him for a moment, then nodded her head as she stepped back from her motorcycle. She also looked down slightly, trying to avoid the brother's gaze. Hamdan immediately responded by helping her lift the motorcycle onto the center stand. His hand accidentally brushed against hers, causing the sister to immediately withdraw it. Hamdan caught a glimpse of her fair skin, with maroon nail polish beautifully adorning her nails, which were covered in black cuffs.
Hamdan: "Sorry, sister... I didn't mean to."
Without thinking, Hamdan immediately stepped on the starter, and the motorcycle started. While thanking Hamdan for his help, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to introduce himself.
Hamdan: Sorry, sister... My name is Hamdan. May I know your name?
Alisa: Your name is Alisa.
Hamdan: Oh, sister Alisa, what are you majoring in? Alisa: Architecture... What about me?
Hamdan: Wow, you're in Engineering Physics, sister... Are you in a hurry, sister?
Alisa: Yes... There's recruitment for the Islamic Student Family (KMI) Faculty this morning, so I have to hurry... Brother Hamdan, are you not applying?
Hamdan: Wow... I just found out... Are there still open positions?
Alisa: Yes, sister... Let's go straight to the secretary. You go first, sister. Thank you... Assalamualaikum.
Then Alisa left, a smile flashing across her angelic eyes. I passed this morning feeling happy because on my first day of college, I got to meet a beautiful sister.
Hamdan returned home that afternoon and immediately resumed his routine of jogging after attending a recruitment event at his campus's KMI (Indonesian Student Association). As he finished tying his shoes, his gaze was drawn to a piece of paper attached to Alisa's gate. It stated that a housemaid was needed. Without further ado, Hamdan knocked on the door.
Hamdan: "Assalamualaikum..."
A woman's voice faintly responded from inside. When he opened the door, Hamdan was shocked to see a beautiful woman with fair skin, a thigh-length hijab, and a long robe opening the door.
Hamdan: "Excuse me, ma'am. Is this a job opening?"
Mrs. Zaskia: "Yes, that's right. How about it, sis?"
Hamdan: "If I may, I'd love to work here, ma'am."
Mrs. Zaskia: "Wow, that's perfect. I also need a housemaid as soon as possible. Oh, and what's your little sister's name?"
Hamdan: My name is Hamdan, ma'am.
Mrs. Zaskia: Oh, Hamdan... I usually call you Mrs. Zaskia... you can call me Umm too. Can you start work tomorrow?
Hamdan: God willing, ma'am.
Hamdan's eyes couldn't stop wandering over Ummu Zaskia's beautiful body, neatly covered by her wide hijab and gamis. Her facial beauty, which so closely resembled Zaskia Adya Mecca, was the main focus. Hamdan was then given a job description to work at her house starting tomorrow for a salary of 800,000 rupiah per month.
The next day, when Hamdan returned from college, he immediately started working on the job description Ummu Zaskia had given him. When Hamdan knocked on the door, it was opened by Alisa, dressed in a black bandana, navy blue hijab, and black gamis.
Alisa: Oh, Brother Hamdan... Ummi said you're starting work here today, right?
Hamdan: Yes, sorry, sis.. It's to help with college costs.
Alisa: Masha Allah.. Okay, if you need anything, just call me. I'm going to clean up my room first.
Hamdan: Insha Allah, sis.
Then Hamdan immediately did the assigned chores, such as sweeping, Mopping, washing dishes, gardening, etc. He did all the housework. Hamdan was used to physical exercise like jogging, so these chores replaced his daily routine.
While cleaning the living room, he suddenly heard the sound of something falling, accompanied by Alisa's groan.
Alisa: "Ahh!! Innalilaah!"
Hamdan immediately headed to Alisa's room and stopped in front of her door.
Hamdan: "Sorry, sister... are you okay?"
Alisa, realizing Hamdan was in front of her room, immediately responded.
Alisa: "Yes, brother... it's okay. I slipped while cleaning the top of the cupboard and fell." Alisa held back the pain and rubbed her bruised body.
Hamdan: "Do you want me to help you, sister?"
Alisa wondered if she could continue, but if she asked Hamdan for help, she would be afraid of seclusion, as she had never been alone with Ikhwan in the same room. But a moment later, Alisa decided to allow Hamdan to help her.
Alisa: "Um... okay, but wait a moment, brother. I'll put on my niqab first."
After putting on my niqab, Hamdan entered the room, which Alisa had opened. Alisa sat on her bed, wearing a black bandana, a navy blue instant hijab, and a black robe. Hamdan glanced at her smooth, white hands, without cuffs, and fantasized about Alisa's body. Alisa sat in a slightly hunched position, her left hand supporting her body and her right hand stroking her back. Unsurprisingly, the beautiful mound of her body, covered by her hijab, began to reveal its true form. It was so large and round that Hamdan swallowed hard at the thought of its firmness. Unconsciously, Hamdan's cock began to tense under his sarong.
Alisa: "Here, brother, please, put it on top of that cupboard." Alisa pointed to the cupboard she was supposed to clean and organize.
As Hamdan began to climb onto the chair he was using as a step, he had no choice but to straighten up to reach the top of the cupboard. This caused Hamdan's already erect and hard 25cm cock to stick out like a spear. The sarong covering it couldn't contain its full size.
Alisa was shocked and her eyes widened at the sight before her. Even though it was still covered by the sarong, she knew that something inside was already hard and hard. While Alisa kept herself away from things forbidden by her religion, that didn't mean she hadn't seen what a real cock looked like. It was natural at Alisa's age to be curious about anything related to men. She even occasionally watched porn videos on her laptop.