Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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I know how nervous Puspita feels. What I feel is the same. And it turns out, my tears had washed my cheeks. But for the sake of my promise to Mas Ilham, I must be able to overcome my emotions. I need to be able to control myself. These tears should stop immediately.

"This case is still under investigation, huh, Mas?" my many.

Mas Ilham nodded. "Still," he answered.

"Stop it, Mom," I asked. "I'm afraid the one who gets punished later is not the one who is guilty. Not the real culprit, but only the accused. Same, right, as experienced by Bulik Sulastri? The police cannot wrongly arrest, nor can the courts punish innocent people. Especially if Puspita is affected. She's pregnant. If he's innocent and must bear the punishment, he's the wrong one, right? We also sin. It is not his sin that I fear, for I believe that God is forgiving. He can forgive the mistakes of his servants. But fellow humans, will Puspita be willing and forgive us? It's not just the real culprit he'll hate and blame, it's us, too. He's gonna hate us too, isn't he? Especially the child, who is still in the womb. If he's why, how? If Puspita is stressed, the baby in the womb will also be stressed. He had already lost a child. If it happens again, he will not be strong. Maybe he'll lose his sanity. Because losing a child is painful. I know what it's like. I-i know. Because of me, my son too...."

Weepy. I came back crying. I think back to my son who died.

"You promised you wouldn't baper. Already, yeah. Don't cry anymore. Tomorrow I will ask Mas Muslim to retract the report of this case."

I'm nodding. "Thank you, Mom," I said.

"No need to thank. I know your heart is very noble. And your maternal instinct has been very called. I'm proud of you, Zahra."

Well, don't cry, Zahra. Don'tdon't. Stop your tears.

Kuseka. I wiped my tears dry and tried to smile.

"By the way," said Mas Ilham rather loudly, "don't think things through, yes. I'm following your willingness to retract this case report for nothing or nothing. There is absolutely nothing. Take control of your heart and brain if such thoughts slip through it. Okay, Sweetheart?"

Hehe. I smiled loosely. "Yes, Mommy" I said. "No, kok. By Allah, I trust you completely. There is no doubt at all."

"Mmm-hmm. Then let's b o bo, b o bo, bobo. No stacking."

Haha!

Funnier. My adorable husband.

Oh my God. It was the one I missed, the one I miss so much. As much as I felt kangen on his body, and during lovemaking, also on the intimacy between us.

Holding back the big smile that was on my face, I stroked the fur on her chest. "Come, we're bobo" I asked.

"Oh, finally. After a long time apart from the bed, now I can sleep next to my wife again."

Emmuach! Emmuach! Emmuach!

Kiss after kiss stuck to my cheek and at the nape of my neck, then on my lips.

"Had, Mas.. later you didn't nahan..," I whined.

Mas Ilham even giggled. "I miss, you know. Kangen to my sexy wife. My beautiful wife. And kangen on. his fondling fondling."

Geez, the ringing is getting so. He's getting ugly too. His hands are naughty, sneaking in here and there. Behind my nightgown. "Ukh, Mommy...."

"You know what I miss more? Hmm?" he whispered. "I miss your skills in pleasing my husband."

Eit dah's! Capcai!

Remember what he said last day, didn't he?

Don't ask me to make out, yeah. Especially at nights like this.

Hmm, you man.

Sleep ah, before he gets so. My crazy husband. His behavior again unsettled and made my heart so thump wild.