Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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"Call, Brother!" said Beautiful Mother. "Have Mas Muslim help transport this stuff inside."

I nodded without comment. It's up to Mas Ilham, I thought, what he would say to his family when he saw the full-fledged sembako. I just accept it, I don't know when the end of it all considering we're just two. To be sure, what I thought was: when did the end of rice two sacks with the size of 20 KG each? Plus what we bought on the market was 20 KG. As much as Mas Ilham ate, it would still be long over. And I know, it's not my domain to say anything but gratitude. Thank God I was given in-laws and brothers-in-law who were amazingly good. After all, other basic items must be durable and still long expiry. Even the fish they bring, praise gratitude in a state of life and can be accommodated in the back tub. There are two small baskets that are devoted to raising fish. You could say it was a fish pond, very small in size. So, whatever. Let's say it's two tubs of water to hold the fish. The only thing that makes me confused to be flanked and accompanied, namely a basket of vegetables - Alhamdulillah only medium size. It was almost the same as what we bought in the market. Eggplants and cucumbers are no less fresh and no less big. Must be from Abi Rahman's plantation, I thought.

While trying to cover all the feelings that make me stunned, I also waltzed in looking for Mas Ilham who turned out to have plunged into the pool.

Duuuuh.

"Surely Beautiful Ma'am is coming?"

"Hu 'um. Umi and Mas Muslim as well" I replied.

"Same Muslim too?" tanyanya fast. "Tumben crowded."

"Yes. They're carrying a sembako, you're being asked to help with hauling."

Mas Ilham shook his head. "Geez.. Why not say it first, huh? You know it-"

"Alhamdulillah, Ma...."

"Yes. Thank goodness."

"Hu'um, the Mas family are all good. Attention," my flattery.

Mas Ilham just smiled and did not continue his chatter again. Even though I knew that he didn't really mean to complain about the attention of his family. It was just his human nature as an ordinary human being.

With his wet body, Mas Ilham came out of the pool. His wet body was getting sexy with clear circles that made his skin moist, and the feathers on the jaw and feathers that adorn the chest of his field look thinner, and thinner, also her hair is neatly combed fingers back. He looks perfect. Moreover...

Her short boxer who.

"Mass?"

"What?" tanyanya while taking a towel.

"I'll hold it...."

"Hold what?"

While grinning the horse, I approached him closer and touched my hand to the chest of his hairy field. And, I'm giggling to myself. "You're sexy" I whispered.

"O yeah?"

Kumaaaat. He cornered me to the back wall and took me prisoner for a moment. With her head slightly tilted, she silenced my lips again, with both hands cupping the curves of my neck, her kiss grew hotter and wild. "I'm still burning, Zahra," she said in front of my face, then she kissed me again, deeper and more passionately.

"Wooy!" tegur Mbak Indah who knew appeared in the doorway. "Help the Muslims ahead...."

With a frown, Mas Ilham released me who grew more wrong behavior because of embarrassment to Mbak Indah because he was caught making out with his sister. There is nothing wrong, except the time and the situation.

"If you want to come mbok ya tell you first, Ma'am," said Mas Ilham, he again grumbled.

That's his pleasure on that one, it seems like he will always be, huh, if disturbed? Oh, Mommy... Mas. But understand, her name is also a newlywed. An ustadz is also human, has a heart, has a taste, also has a passion that blends.

Eh?

Peace....

And, Beautiful Ma'am was giggling as it passed.

"Patience.there's still plenty of time" I said, then I stroked the brew. "Surely later tonight, I'm willing to fuck you like a mentally ill person."

Ouwh. those lips came back to me. "alright. Later tonight," he said. "I'm waiting for you, Zahra. We're gonna fuck like a sick man."

Oh my God, I did lure him, but as a result, I shuddered in horror. The crazy grin on the handsome face of Mas Ilham again radiated meaningfully. Then, he grabbed my hand, spit my finger out of the chest of his field until it came down to....

"You." he said in the ear, "must bear my torment, Zahra. I'll repay you."

Ampuuuun!

I trembled to hear his sensual whisper which was like the wind from heaven, yet it was hot as the embers of fire from hell.

Ck! Sok knows you, Bil. Have you ever been to heaven? Or to hell? Eh?

But the original, burning desire and did not dampen even though he had dived into the water, really makes me wonder, how will my fate be tonight? Hm? Aduuuh.. this ringsek address, mah!

With a towel in his hand, Mas Ilham covered the area of his aura, wrapped it around his waist up to his knees. But still, his chest and back were dazzling.

Uhh! He really stupefied Zahra, yes, God....

You are the sexiest created creature of God. Only you can make me scream. Auw, auw, auw....

Zahra's crazy about you, Mas....

"How come you're not wearing clothes, Leh?" ask Umi to the child.

The Ilham cengengesan. "We were from the market, Mi. Shopping. So sultry. Yes, I've gone to the pool."

"Lying, Mi. just an excuse," nyinyir Mbak Indah while checking.

Oalaaah. Fix, my face is red.

"It looks like we came at an inopportune time. The newlyweds are distracted," said Beautiful Mother again.

Umi giggled. He understood what his daughter meant. Even the Muslims who follow the crybaby.

"O yeah?" coined. "Do we have to go home first?"

This time Mas Ilham blushed embarrassed because so the months of his brother and sister-in-law, plus Umi.

"Yes already" said Umi. "You go to the room. Let Mas Muslim and Mbak Indah take these things to the kitchen."

Mas Ilham. "You, no, honey? Yuk?"

I'm glaring. "Don't be crazy, dong, Mas...! I'm ashamed...."

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

Hm... Mas Farid stopped my motorbike he was driving right in front of the house.

"This, a shipment from Pakde and Bude."

Oh Allah... Alhamdulillah.. two sacks of rice do not know the size of how many kilos -- therefore the harvest of pesantren rice fields - nangkring beautiful in the back seat of my motorbike then lowered Mas Farid to the terrace, plus, nangkring, a small sack - woven sack special vegetables - vegetables harvest from the pesantren garden was also sent by my parents.

"Thank you, yes, Mas" said Mas Ilham. "Good thing, everyone's paying attention to both of us."

Mas Farid who helped transport the items nodded and smiled along with the others.

While me? Besides smiling, I sipped my own salivary looking at those same vegetables.

OMG.. whoa! Eggplant again, cucumber again.

And Mas Ilham also grinned the horse.

Zahra horrified, Mas....