Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
My Silly Husband

"Masyaallah... paduknya..," said Mas Ilham while throwing his large body on the super soft bed. "Really, which other favors are you lying about?"

I was wearing a handbody while sitting in front of the dresser with hair still lying on the towel just watching while shaking my head. Because, Mas Ilham only wore his trousers and still bare chest.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"What if it opens again?"

"Eh?"

"This padded mattress is redundant if it is not used as well as possible, right?"

Hm....

"Aren't weary? It was already...."

Oh, my God, that big grin, that's crazy. "So it's just a little warm-up, honey. I haven't crazy about you."

Huh!

Practically, he made me shake my head even more. "If you know that, I don't have to wear a handbody. Free if later scarring, sticky."

"It's okay. Kan scented. The smell of your body will make me even more excited."

Oh, so? But I don't answer anymore. After finishing with the handbody ritual, I removed the towel from my hair, draped the towel into the bathroom and returned to the dresser, combed the hair.

"Dear."

"Emm?"

"It's been three months. How you feeling?"

"meaning? I'm happy dong, Mas. Especially with a perfect man like Mas Ilham."

She smiles. "Time goes by quickly" he said. "It feels like we're still clearly remembering everything we've been through. It was still vividly remembered in my mind when I first saw the aura of your beauty on that bridal night, with your open aura."

"O yeah? Wasn't it the first time you saw my aura when you first entered my room? When I finish taking a shower."

Ew... Mas Ilham giggled. "Yes, yeah. When you're half-dead, you jump back into the bathroom."

"Something funny? Laughs," I murmured.

"Shame, Mas...." Then a moment's silence. "Eh, the first time you saw me without a hijab was when I was hospitalized. When I got hit by a motorbike."

Motor. That word again provoked my memory of the accident we had. It was precisely the second accident that flashed more in my memory. The accident that finally made Mas Ilham give his favorite motorcycle to his sister. In fact, I never saw him again after the bike was serviced. Not because of the trauma of seeing him, but because he no longer wants to take me on the bike. He said it was not safe for me.

Mas Ilham cleared his throat. "Yes, that time."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"But answer honestly, huh?"

"Em, what do you want to ask?"

"When you first saw me without the hijab, what were you thinking about at that time?"

Mas Ilham smiled, as always. "Beautiful," he said.

"Well, I wasn't conscious at the time. What comes to mind when you see my aura - I mean, my upper aura that opens so?"

With ease, Mas Ilham rose from his position, then he sat leaning on the head of the bed. "meaning? I didn't touch you back then, lo, yeah. I swear."

"Masa? Ciyus?"

"Seriously.not at all, dear...."

"If you want to hold? Strokes of my face, is that it?"

This time he nodded, and it was an honest answer. "Yeah" he admitted. "Want yes, there is a sense of coldness. I lied if I said no."

"A ustadz can do that?"

"Ustadz is also an ordinary man, dear...."

"Ooh...."

"I'm a normal guy, yeah. It's natural, human nature. It's a normal guy by nature," the cerocos.

Fix, I giggled.