Hope and Wish
H&W8B. All about him

"By, Bang." I nodded and I waited for the answer. 

"May I study religion with my wife? I'm still learning now, but I want to have a religious teacher that I don't hesitate to learn. I can't promise a lot for our lives after the wedding, but the economic value question I'm asking for is that I'm not unemployed. I have income, I'm trying to make ends meet, food, family education."

I concluded, he wanted to perfect his religion with me. He's a city guy, who may be just at the religious learning stage I thought. In fact, choosing the man is seen from his religion. However, he said the main reason first about his intention to learn. That is, his religion is lacking. 

This should be a big consideration for me. I will not discuss the guru najai who dared to molest, or the serial murders whose victims' graves were dug up in his room. But seeing that man must be of his religion. Because if he fears his Lord, he will be able to appreciate his wife and treat her as best he can. 

"OK, continue." I nodded, I'll think about that later. 

If many are silent, this chat will be less efficient. 

"So, what? I got what? I can what? What am I worth to you? Do I function in your life? How do I worship? That was all, right? I'll answer one-on-one, will I?"

I nodded back, keeping my eyes on his face. Actually, this kind of chat should be either a parent or a third person. You can't have a conversation like this, but I'm trying to understand this. Maybe there was his father, bang Workshop was embarrassed to answer my question. 

"I only have business assets, which may be mine personally worth a billion. I only have four branches of business, the first in Bekasi, continue in Kebayoran Baru, in Cirebon and in Banten. I have a car, a price range of one hundred and twenty million. I don't have a home yet. My height is one hundred and eighty-one, the weight is quite ideal as well. The duration of my endurance, maybe about fifteen or twenty minutes. I can repeat it straight, or pause. So, do I need to measure first? Let the data be all complete."

I understand which way this is going. 

"Picture all of you!" ketusku directly. 

I guess seriously, it turned a turn towards the hard rod. 

He chuckled amusedly, then raised his eyebrows. "Look at it straight away, now it's half a pole." He touched the hook of his jeans. 

"Where was my HP? I record all of you, I keep asking my father about the size of that delicious not for his widow's son who is normal." To be honest I even insecure giving birth normally, I was worried that my birth canal would be less valued by my husband later. 

Stupid thinking, really. But I have such fears every time I think of getting married again. I'm worried that my husband is hurting me, that I'm not biting anymore or anything like that. 

He laughed, he was just joking. But my lip line was drawn up, saw it afterwards and could laugh it off. 

"I feel like I fit in with your response, Ra. I feel connected to you," he said with a sweet smile. 

"Yes! Older you can't be hard anymore, we're toothless. We can just sprinkle plants while chatting all kinds of things, if I do not connect yes want activity let alone old later? I can only talk until I leave." I glanced at him cynically. 

"That's right, I like you because you're connecting." He smiled at me back. 

"No crocodile, my father spilled all the crocodiles." I'm actually fast, even if it's just a little compliment like that. 

"Never be a crocodile, my ex is just fragrant. It's also separate because he died, not me living." Bang Workshop was a little stiff. 

"Which flower?" I leaned my back. 

He shook. "Nyicipin, not dated," he admitted bowed. 

Ah, nevermind. Why also discuss the story of Zina? It opens up disgrace too. I'm curious, but at least I don't know my future husband's past. Most importantly, he was physically and spiritually healthy now. Importantly, he has already repented and will not repeat his mistake again. 

"Son, gambling used to be just like drinking. Since marriage ceased completely, because of illness and because of responsibility. Don't have time to hang out and drink after that recovery, because the economy's collapsing."

Okay, he's got a good mind too. He chose to leave it all, essentially because he had no money. Eh, but so crazy gambling will be there to sell goods and loan. Means, bang Workshop included quite sensitive to the condition and he really felt responsible as well. 

"Have you ever had no money, gas ran out with rice, oil, instant noodles and eggs?" I want to know the economic lows of yesterday, until he can sustain those four businesses. 

He chuckles small. "No, not so much. Savings ran out, but it was still possible to eat two more months. Just yeah, it's dizzy. I'm so confused, because it's never been like that before."

Okay, I got it. 

"Yes further? I can do what he said, right? You mean this in bed, or a certain talent?" He showed his finger back. 

Damn, I always look at the finger. 

"Bed problems can be practice, Bang. The problem of stupidity, will be seen later. I mean, is it enough to treat women well? Or, can you build your own house?" Broad-minded, but I'm just pulling a small example. 

"Hmmm, I'm the roughest probably snapped. Yesterday never arrived KDRT anyway, not rich you." He chuckles muddled. "I don't know it's good not to treat women, but Harum lasted eleven years or so. Ten years of dating, less than a year of marriage." It was like remembering something. 

Horrified dating for that long, it's like having a home installment. 

"I can fix cars, expert in automotive. Can't make your own house, but it can make mortar and sand anyway."

Fits this. 

"I love racing, Dad used to take me to private tracks to get my ego. Often back and forth to the workshop to modify the car with the father, but stopped completely since marriage." I saw him gape for a moment, then clap his hands softly. 

"Your ego must be fulfilled just like me. But we play racing games using playstation, or on HP only." He snapped his fingers and smiled broadly. 

He must have been traumatized by the accident. 

I returned his smile and nodded faintly. I've imagined my excitement in our private workshop, then seen it dirty for fixing my car as I wanted. 

"It's worth it, right? Now there are functions and worship?" He showed me two fingers. 

"Yes, two more." I pulled a couch pillow and hugged her. 

"You don't have to pay me to get you, I'm free while I'm healthy. Still working well, the dawn raid was routine, ever c** also for the last three months after he died. No papa tuh I was told nyapu or mopping, washing dishes and washing clothes can. I'm a normal human being, I don't feel inferior because I have orders. Importantly, ask for help is fine, do not suddenly angry throw dishes or waste dirty clothes. Finally, the problem of worship can be said to be quite obedient. I used to wake up at dawn, I prayed five times, Friday prayers never stayed while healthy. I never read it, because it can't be read. Enter time, directly pray. To be honest, my religion is raw. Ask to be directed, you direct it and I can certainly guide it to the future." He smiled and showed his thumb. 

Ouhhhhh, another finger finger is shown. From the pinkie, to the thumb. I can imagine if indeed his form of p*****l to the head was the same size, likely long and hard as well. Because the muscle on the back of his hand pokes, it means that in course his veins protrude as well. 

On his finger there is a feather, meaning from the navel to the bottom line he is also hairy. Which means the growth of feathers in the area down there was dense, or managed will still grow quickly. 

Error is my brain, maybe this is how it feels to itch.

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