Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Love, Wound Treatments.

Mas Ilham got up, got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. I feel sorry to see it. It turned out that, from his outer figure whom I saw as so manly, stout, and strong, he had an extraordinary side of sensitivity and fragility, which must have been very difficult for him to overcome.

For a few minutes, I waited for Mas Ilham in silence. But in the end I was powerless. I couldn't bear to see him bear the wound himself. With doubt, I got up, got out of bed to get to him.

"Mas..," called me knocking on the bathroom door, and I opened the door that he did not lock.

With my back, Mas Ilham wiped his tears, then he turned around. His face and eyes are red. But, like a normal man, he tries to shine a fake smile, and tries hard.

"Sori," said.

I nodded, I returned his smile as he approached and immediately hugged him. Leaned on the chest of his field that held me so tightly.

"I'm sorry, Zahra. I guess my pain is no longer this big. As it turned out, the pain of the loss was still very deep. I'm sorry. But believe me, Zahra, for God's sake, I didn't mean to hurt you with my feelings still. But truly, I swear by Allah, I love you, no less than my love for the late Islamia. Love is just as great."

Equally large. Not any bigger?

But I can't be jealous. Loved by Mas Ilham as much as he loved the perfect house of Islmia, that was enough for me. I must be grateful. It's okay, Zahra. Its alright. You just got in his heart. And you're still lucky.

But I couldn't deny it, I was just sad and melancholy, but now, I'm crying.

"Why?" ask Mas Ilham. "Have I hurt you, Zahra?"

I had to shake my head. "I'm happy, Mas. I'm happy because you love me as much as you...."

"Oh Allah, Zahra. Excuse me. I. I didn't mean to...."

"It's okay, Mom. I understand, really. I'm grateful-"

"Zahra, my love for you, and my love for the house is just as great. But it was at a different time. He's in the past. And you, you now. You're my future."

But still. Moreover, you loved her until now. Astaghfirullah heart. Stop being jealous. It's blind jealousy, jealousy that shouldn't be. "I understand" I said again, wiping away the tears.

"The comparison doesn't matter, Zahra. Most importantly, I love you completely, right now, and until anytime. Until we age together, even until we die."

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said. I finally succumbed to the debate in my heart, and did not want to talk about this comparison again - a comparison that my little heart felt - - that I had difficulty controlling.

"Easy, huh? Let's just take a break."

"Awhile...."

"What's wrong? Is there something you want to ask?"

"Em, about... the late business friend Mas Ilham...?"

"Yes." Yeah." Mas Ilham nodded. "He is the late Islamia."

All my curiosity was answered, and I nodded back.

"I'm sorry, Zahra. But I didn't mean to cover this up or be dishonest with you. But I think because he's just part of my past, I don't need to...."

Again, I nodded. "I understand, Mas. It's okay, really. Most importantly you're open now-"

"Yeah, you're open, too."

"Em, I hope... There's no more stuff that we cover from each other, huh?"

"Yes, Honey. Like now, isn't it? It's all open and nothing's closed."

Nyess...!

"www...! It hurts...!" Mas Ilham squealed because of my pinch. Practically our embrace was released.

Whose fault? He took another look at our discussion and instead greeted me like that, with his mischievous fingers tracing my long back, and now he started laughing. His address relapsed.

"Take it seriously..," I murmured.

"Lo, Honey? What's wrong?"

"Your interpretation is wrong."

"Where? We're both open, aren't we? Nothing is closed?"

I'm glaring. "That's it, you mean about us who are now both innocent, right?"

"Who is plain? I wasn't. I mean, I'm not that stupid."

Ew...!

"As far as you are, my dear."

Eh?

Uuuh. His sensuous tongue* immediately tickled in the ear. Even his fingers, with agile guerrilla in the chest.

"Buck...."

Geez, start pretending to be deaf.

"Mas, can-"

"What?"

"Eummmmm..," I wonder*delights under the attack of the kiss plus her fingers.

"Don't say anything else, Zahra. Please, I want myself to burn in your love's desire."

Pity Mas Ilham, he needs an escape from the past that shackles his heart. Yeah, it's actually okay. As long as it's not me he's making a place of escape. But....

"Attent, Mas. I'm. I'm kebelet. I'll pee first."

Yes greetings.he even grinned crazy. Then...

"Eh? What do you want?"

Mas Ilham lifted my body and sat me beside the sink. "I want to torture you in pleasure."

"meaning?"

Ih.. without saying, Mas Ilham stretched my legs wide. Then, in a quick motion he slid in, entered my soul and made ourselves one.

Edan!

"Mas, for a second. I'm gonna pee first."

"It won't forgive you, dear."

"But I'm willing-"

He started to move, with both hands holding back behind my hips, Mas Ilham jerked himself firmly at me. Really crazy. In fact, he ignored my protests. "Just enjoy this, honey." It's a subtle.

"Geez! You..you're crazy! Don't-"

"Take it off, honey."

"Marble...!"

"Well, just hold it if you can."

"Oh, Mom...!"

"What's? Hmm?" Mas Ilham gasped.

"Eum, Mas. don't.. don't do this...."

"Let go, Zahra. Please don't ask me to stop."

Uuuuuh.. man edaaaaaan...! Scream, know...!

How does it feel to hold a pee, try? Especially while making love? Want to explode me.

And. ukh! I can't help it. Even the lilson stopped moving. Without releasing himself from me, he hugged me tightly. Enjoying, feeling the warmth flowing from inside me and making me shudder in his arms.

"How warm are you, Zahra," whispered Mas Ilham.

Oh.. nano-nano, the taste of rame!

The desire to be angry, resentful, but also the desire to laugh at the same time must be embarrassed. Mas Ilham's behavior is absolutely ridiculous. So edan!

Well, I pinched her stomach again with anxiety. But, alas Ilham swiftly grabbed my hand, then turned my hand back. While looking at me fixedly he said, "Didn't that be a pleasure, Zahra? The perfect warmth."

Edan! The edges are disgusted, the smell....

But Ilham did not care. All he knew, he wanted to share the enjoyment and warmth with me in any way. As deep and crazy as anything.

And he began to move slowly. "Thank you, you brought love to me. Please be a strength to me, Zahra. I want to be happy with you."

"Yes, Mum."

I nodded, in tears of happiness.