Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
The Best

Hows it?

In terms of taste: it feels very delicious. Obviously, that's because we've been on a long-term break from the halal "unification of desire. It has been almost three weeks since the accident, so the pleasure is full like a lowbat battery and charged to the full. Haha, lebay, yeah. But it is wise, like the first times of marriage. Although not as sick as when he enjoyed my activities.

Well, from the feeling, honestly just plain. I mean, there's no palpitating and flowery taste like a kasmaran. Nor is his name the real newlywed. But, if from his happiness, I am really happy now. For, until this very moment - with so many trials that we have gone through, the love between me and Mas Ilham grew bigger, and the bond of love between us grew stronger. Moreover, Mas Ilham is still like him who understands me. Who are willing to always be romantic by creating an unusual atmosphere of lovemaking -- which gives an extraordinary sensation. Not just making love that is monotonous and makes saturated. Again he reminded me of the question I asked in that letter, the question before we agreed to the matchmaking of our parents. So, the answer given by Mas Ilham is not limited to writing, but really in the form of reality: the application of wild fantasy is perfect.

And at this moment, the face in front of me was very cheerful, her smile was perfectly fluffy even though she was exhausted. Just after he had buried his face long enough on my neck and bit strongly there, he raised his face and said before my face, "Thank you, Love. You're the best."

Aduuuh..this just makes me float. His praise - - even with the flamboyance of alay bin lebay, but it makes me cringe. I feel very appreciated as a couple, especially as a wife: the only empress among the queens who occupies space in her heart.

Yep, Mas Ilham is a figure of a step man in this crazy era. Because, out there, there are many bastard men who cannot appreciate women even though he has a mother and a sister, even though he loves and respects his mother and sister very much, not necessarily they will appreciate his wife, right?

"Either. You're the best."

Iilham smiled again. He who is now lying beside me, in the arms of my hands, caresses my back with the caress of his fingers, while one more hand tightly grasps my right hand. I feel like this is a perfect moment. Plus the smell of sweat from his masculine body, plus the muscles in his body that are still tight, it turns out I really miss the moments of a beautiful and friendly like this.

"Dear."

"Emm?"

"I'm happy."

"Me too, Mommy."

"Em, I'm so grateful we could be this happy. We can be like this again, have moments this sweet. We can be this semesra. Anyway I'm really grateful. Thank you, yes. Thank you for being here. In a sense.you are willing to endure and accompany me."

Too deep. "Shhh. But don't talk about it anymore, yeah. I'm obligated to do everything because I'm your wife. Don't talk to. You know."

"Em, but honestly, you're the best wife."

"Do you have another wife?"

"Darling...."

"You're the best."

"Not yet, I'm just trying. Always trying."

"You're wrong. My judgment is not on the outcome, but on your efforts. You've tried to do everything well. That's why you're the best. Moreover, you always obey my requests and orders. I'm proud, you know! Whereas, in the past, Umi's message, I was asked to be patient with you. Patience in guiding you. But apparently, nothing is difficult. So far, everything has not been as difficult as what has ever crossed my mind. I mean, long ago, before I managed to grow the seed of love in your heart."

Duuuh. I just nodded and looked at him, then smiled.

"Why?" ask Mas Ilham.

A wide grin adorned my face, then I kissed the back of his hand. "We are healthy. When's the honeymoon?"

Ah, Mas Ilham, with his strength, he made me fall back on my back and he crushed me. "Here we're on our honeymoon. Want one more time? Hmm?"

Wuedaaaa...!

"I'm serious, Mas...."

"You, no?"

"The real honeymoon, Mas. Not the-"

Eummmmm. I started to repeat his circular behavior. Mas Ilham even silenced my lips with a rough kiss, then he giggled. "A little while, honey. On the third anniversary of our wedding. Okay?"

"OKAY. Thank you, Mommy."

"Together, my dear."

"By the way, thank you for the compliments. I'm glad to be praised. Like I said, you are the best. I love you, I love you."

I am really looking forward to that dream honeymoon.