Hate Is Love's
Ballplay

Slowly Irzal lifted Arsy's body. His wife's body is already in her arms. Arsy wrapped his legs around Irzal's waist. Then, without letting go of their lips, Irzal went from the backyard to the main room. He was ready to spend the night with his wife, worship together.

Slowly Irzal laid Arsy's body on the bed. His position is now above that of his wife. The eyes of the two looked at each other with love. Irzal's hand moved to tidy up Arsy's slightly messy hair. Then the man gently kissed his wife's face, starting from her eyes, nose, cheeks, chin and lastly on her lips.

Both occur again. Arsy closed his eyes, now he was no longer ashamed to return the husband's kiss. Irzal's hands slid behind Arsy's head, making their kiss deep and demanding. Now the man has dared to show a kiss ala French kiss. The tongue goes into Arsy's oral cavity, pulling and twisting the wife's tongue.

The atmosphere in the room began to warm. Irzal still continues to kiss Arsy, as if not satisfied and want to continue to do so. Until he finally ended his long kiss when he almost ran out of oxygen. The breath of the two hunted, their eyes were already covered by passion.

Arsy closed his eyes as Irzal's lips began to roll down his neck. Again and again this husband made her fly. Embarrassed, he began to issue des*h*n efficacious and made Irzal more intense to do his fondling. Although never associated with women, but the man knows very well how to provoke the desire of women. Who else taught him if not Aslan and Dimas.

Irzal's movement continues. Now he kissed the nape of his wife while whispering a prayer in her ear. Without being able to prevent his hands from moving through the body underneath. One by one the buttons of the dress worn by Arsy were opened by him. Arsy's heart is pounding more and more. Soon her husband will see her whole body.

Irzal's wife's face flushed red when she realized she was wearing nothing. His body also did not feel good to be silent to feel Irzal's touch. Several times the woman bit her lower lip when she felt the sensation of the first one greeting her. Everything feels so beautiful and delicious.

Arsy reflexes close his eyes with both hands, when he sees Irzal is not wearing anything anymore. His heart seemed to shift from its place as it beat very fast. Irzal released both hands of Arsy from his eyes, now the woman can see clearly the body firmly her husband.

Like a magnet pulling it, Arsy's hand moved to feel the chest of the field and the husband's checkered stomach like torn bread. His face smiled when he saw Irzal also enjoying the touch given by him. Irzal again grabbed his wife's lips, clenched and mel*m*tnya greedily.

Arsy is pinched when he feels his lato-latos feel like they are being stroked and softly creased. The woman was increasingly unable to hold back her sigh. The two continue the flirtation before beginning their romance. My eyes Arsy look at the face of Irzal who looks more handsome.

“Cubit, claw or bite me if you feel pain, baby,” whispered Irzal before unifying.

Arsy just nodded slowly. But in his heart he doubted whether he could do it, injuring the man he loved to ease his pain. The moment of unification is getting closer. Arsy looks forward anxiously to waiting for that to come to him. It is said that when his goal broke for the first time, the pain was incredible.

Arsy's eyes closed when Irzal was preparing to take a penalty kick. The ball has not fully entered the goal, but the pain has begun to be felt by him. Irzal also has not put all his energy into tearing his net. Arsy grimaces when the husband is already planning to break his goal. And finally with full force, Irzal kicked the ball strongly and managed to break the goal for the first time.

As much as possible Arsy held back his tears that were about to come out. Pain and pain did hurt her, but she did not want to cry because the pain she felt was the happiness of the husband who had managed to get his right. Her eyes opened when Irzal gently kissed her two eyes. His scratches on the sheets also began to loosen.

“Sorry, dear. You must be in pain.”

“Because it has hurt me, I have to replace it with a delicious.”

Irzal laughed at his wife's absurd words. Indeed, not only Arsy who felt pain, but he also felt it although not as great as felt by his wife. The man again started his fondling, in order to dispel the tense atmosphere due to his penalty kick. When he saw that Arsy had calmed down a little and enjoyed his fondling again, Irzal began to rub the ball.

The cold night air out there is absolutely not felt by this bride and groom. Both are still cool to share sweat and give each other pleasure. The bodies of both of them were already gleaming with sweat, but Irzal still did not stop playing the ball. He still continues to give his swipes, before the juts out his tsubasya kick at the end of their game.

Arsy's body was already feeling weak. Ever since she was forced to take out the juice by her husband, Irzal still hasn't stopped raking the ball. And now he's back to feeling his juice coming out. Irzal is attacking more and more. Arsy's hands tightly hugged the husband's moist back as he resumed producing mango-flavored juice. And soon after the kick tsubasa Irzal managed to make him take out premium coconut milk that is so thick and into the container that has been prepared by the wife.

The bones in Arsy's body were dislodged as soon as her husband's last attack. Irzal's hand wiped the sweat spots on his wife's forehead and kissed her long enough.

“Thank you dear. I love you,” whispered Irzal in Arsy's ear.

“Love you, mas.” reply Arsy slowly.

Although slow and sound weak because Arsy no longer have the energy, but can still be heard clearly by Irzal. Of course the man was happy because the wife also had the same feelings as him. Slowly the man got up, then he carried Arsy's body and took him to the bathroom to clean up the rest of their romance.

While cleaning himself, Irzal occasionally steals a kiss on the lips of the wife. It turns out that it is true what people say, making love is in addition to providing pleasure also causes addiction. It is fitting that his brother and father are very happy to do bed sports with their respective partners.

After cleaning up, Irzal again carried Arsy and laid him on the bed. He crawled up onto the mattress and pulled the blanket over to cover their innocent bodies. It may be midnight or before dawn they will return to playing ball, so there is no need to bother undressing.

Arsy snuck into Irzal's arms. After the hot activity was over, now the cold began to ambush him. Being in the arms of the husband makes his body warm. Gently Irzal rubbed his wife's smooth back while hugging, both of them resting their bodies and preparing to enter the dreamland.

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In the morning, the sun showed its light. The light penetrates into the sidelines of the curtains that cover the window of the bride's room. Arsy and Irzal seem to be sleeping. Towards dawn, Irzal again invited his wife to play ball, even while bathing together, they also had to play one round. After the prayer, the two went back to sleep because of exhaustion.

Arsy clasped his body at Irzal, when he felt the cold air hit him. The blanket that covered their bodies was already at the end of the mattress. The time itself still shows at half seven in the morning, so it is only natural that the air still feels cold. Irzal's embrace in Arsy's body tightened, as if he was not willing to be away from her.

By seven o'clock, the couple began to wake up from their sleep. Irzal opened his eyes first. Arsy was still comfortable in his arms. The kissed forehead of the wife who looks still exhausted because she continues to invite to play ball. Arsy's eyelids moved, then slowly opened.

“Morning, mas.” greet Arsy with hoarse voice.

“Beauty morning,” reply Irzal.

CUPS

The man kissed the wife's lips. A smile rose on Arsy's face. Morning wake up already treated to the sight of the handsome face of her husband who hugged her tightly. Kisses and kisses are a gift in the morning. Where else you lie, that's how Arsy feels right now. Especially if you remember the events of last night and before dawn, making the woman more and more floated.

My life is really lucky. Getting a good husband, pious, handsome and mighty. Aaiisshh. Grandfather.thank you yes, grandfather is my soul mate with mas Bie. Love you grandpa…

“What do you think?” irzal's question breaks Arsy's daydream.

“Ngga. I just feel lucky to have a husband like you.”

“Not only you, but I'm also lucky to have a wife like you.”

“I want to call grandpa. Want to say thank you, because my soul mate is the same mas,” a smile expands on Arsy's face.

The woman got up from her position, then picked up her phone on the nightstand. He pressed the button on off long enough, only then did the phone turn on. Arsy deliberately turned off the phone so that no one else interferes with her togetherness with her husband. Moreover, Stella who always kepo and ask about the first night.

Arsy lays down his body again and lays his head on Irzal's chest. He searched for his grandfather's number, then dibialized it. Long enough Abi did not answer his call. When Arsy was about to end his call, the voice of the grandfather was heard from sebrang.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam, grandpa what else? Long time pick up the phone.”

“Kakek abis morning walk. This is just home. Why, Sy?”

“Ngga nothing, cake. I just miss grandpa.”

“Kirain already got husband, forgot the same grandpa.”

“Ish grandpa, how come it's.”

“Where's it?”

“Kakek dear really the same mas Bie, until asked. It's the Bie mas next to me. Grandpa, by the way, I've loud speak.”

With a fit of anxiety Irzal pinched Arsy's cheek. Seeing his wife pouting, he kissed the cheek of his former pinch. Arsy's smile rises getting a kiss from her husband.

“Irzal.”

“Iya, cake.”

“Where? Already managed to break the net?”

“Hahaha..”.

Abi couldn't help but laugh at the sound of her grandson's spoiled protest. The man idly changed the call into video call mode. Just because the bride and groom are a crime. Because the position of the current bed makes them embarrassed if it looks like the grandfather. Hurried Irzal and Arsy wake up from their sleep and sit with their backs to the headboard of the bed. Only then did Arsy hit the answer icon.

“How long was it? What are you guys doing?” abi Goda.

“Kakek kepo, rich never young aja.”

“Hahaha... this hour is still fun in bed, cape ya?”

Irzal's face turned red hearing Abi's temptation. Arsy covered his face with both hands. Abi only looked up to see the young couple still look shy. The man did not linger on video calls. After being satisfied to see the state of her grandchildren and granddaughter-in-law, she ended the call.

“You're the laper not?” ask Irzal.

“Laper, really good.”

“Can cook no?”

“Little by the way, hehehe.”

“Let's make breakfast together.”

With the spirit of four five, Arsy nodded his head. The woman immediately got off the bed. But he grimaced a little when he stepped his foot. The bottom still feels a little sore, and like something is stuck there, making it a little difficult to walk.

Arsy screamed as he felt his body drift. Irzal took the wife and took her to the kitchen. As Arsy prepared the ingredients to make breakfast, Irzal opened the curtains and doors of the villa, allowing fresh air to enter and change the air inside. Then the man returned to the kitchen, helping Arsy prepare breakfast for the two of them.

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After breakfast, Irzal took Arsy for a walk, as promised. Instead of visiting a white crater or nature reserve, Arsy chose to visit the Humanity Corp plantation. He wanted to see the harvest process that Irzal said. By riding the club car, Irzal and Arsy headed to the land used to grow tomatoes, potatoes, cucumbers and chili.

From inside the club car, Arsy could see the workers preparing to harvest. The basket to enter the harvest is ready. Later the harvest will be sorted, which ones enter grade A or premium quality, and which ones enter grade below.

A portion of the crop will be supplied to traders in the market. Medium for goods with grade A quality will be supplied to supermarkets and horeca (hotels, restaurants and cafes). In addition to vegetables, these plantations also grow fruits. There are strawberries, grapes, dragon fruit and mangoes. Just like vegetables, fruits will also be sorted and put into several groups.

Irzal gave a small basket of strawberries and grapes to Arsy. The woman took a strawberry that was so red it was tempting and ate it. His head nodded when he felt a sweet taste mixed with a little acid from the fruit.

“Big money, mas. The sweetness is more dominant than the asem. It feels super, deh.”

Arsy took one strawberry and fed it to Irzal. The woman's smile expanded as Irzal opened his mouth and ate the strawberries given by him. Some employees just smiled to see the happy young couple.

Then came a woman who had finished sorting the fruit approaching them. He gave some dragons and mangoes to Arsy. Arsy gladly received the fruit of the woman's gift.

“Still mom.”

“Sama-sama, neng. Mr. Irzal, his wife meni geulis (very beautiful).”

“Aamiin. thanks, bu.”.

“Often-often here yes, sir. Love entertainment same mother-mom here see the handsome face of the father, hihihi..”.

Irzal just laughed at the mother's words. Arsy was quite surprised to see Irzal could laugh that wide hearing the temptations of women who may have been 50 years old. Usually her husband was always bitter when seduced by women. While holding Irzal's hand, Arsy took her husband back around.

“Tumben mas laughs hear the flutter, likes ya?”

PLASTERED

“Aduh.”

Arsy rubbed his forehead which was hit by Irzal's flick. The woman is pushing her lips up a sign of protest. But with ease Irzal kissed the lips of the wife, even though many employees passed by near them.

“Mas iihh.. shy tau.”

“Biarina. That's a punishment for you for talking carelessly.”

“Who speaks carelessly. Emang really really, mas seneng really rich teased the same mother earlier.”

“The mother is already fifty years older, equivalent to the age of the mother. You were jealous of him. I can tell which is a joke or a temptation. Do you think that mom really seduced me?”

“Ngga. I'm just upset to see you laughing at another woman.”

“He is old, you are jealous. If I look the same young, beautiful and sexy, then you can be jealous.”

“Awas aja if mas dare. I won't give you a night's ration,” Arsy stuck his tongue out at Irzal.

“Darling, you don't go fishing. I can take you straight home and won't let you get off the bed.”

“Aaaaa.. fear..”.

Arsy pretended to have a fearful expression, then immediately ran away from Irzal. Her husband quickly pursued her. They are like Indian filmmakers chasing in the garden. But because Arsy still felt something stuck at the bottom, he could not run far. The woman leaned her back against the tree trunk behind her. Irzal came and put both his hands on the tree, locking the wife.

“Mas don't macem-macem. Here many people.”

“Masa? Let's see, it's quiet here. You deliberately went here, yes.”

Arsy's eyes looked around. It turned out that the place he was visiting was indeed deserted. This mango garden has been harvested, so there are no more workers here. Irzal brought his face closer and kissed Arsy. Because there was no one, Arsy wrapped both hands around Irzal's neck and returned the kiss to her husband. Only the wind and the sound of birds bear witness to their lips.

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**New bride, if no lip reunion definitely play ball😂

Mak mama not on the baper yes, inget husband again work, do not call first. Whose husband is at home do not play a booth, it is still noon oiii😂

I give you another visual of the newlyweds. Let's be more political.

Arsy**

Mas Bie's