Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Poet, And Crazy!

In the silence of the night of the next day, at about half-four, I woke up to the coldness of a pee that bothered me, waking me from my deep sleep. It was my fourth day as a newlywed who usually woke up and found my husband by my side. But this time, I found myself alone in my room. Lazily, I got up and got out of bed.

"Mas, you're inside, huh?" I knocked on the bathroom door. However, there is no lawfulness. Inspiration is not inside, I thought. I immediately opened the bathroom door and quickly entered, completing the hajat.

After being relieved, I came out of the bathroom and still found my room empty.

"Where, anyway? Why else would you have to get out of the room?"

With the drowsiness still controlling myself, I walked towards the door, took my robe and put it on, and then I came out of the room. While holding on, I went down the stairs step by step. It feels strange, I have never been out of the room at this hour, let alone having to go through the dark room after room in this new house, alone as well. I shudder in horror.

"Mas... Where are you?" myrag.

The voice of Mas Ilham was heard from the kitchen. "I'm here, honey. I'm in the kitchen, '" he said, with a cell phone in the hand that had just been stuck to the ear, following the reply said Mas Ilham before he put the phone on the kitchen counter. And I saw it, because the light in the kitchen was bright, unlike in any other room where the light was not turned on.

"What are you again?" my many. "Call-in? With who?" I stood stiffly by the dining table.

Mas Ilham said casually, "Umi," he said.

"Eye?"

"Yes... Umi, dear...."

"Seriously, this hour is the same phone as Umi?"

"Yes, seriously."

"You're not...?"

"You need proof? Hmm?"

So Ilham took his phone back. With a slight smile, he came up to me and showed me a call list from his phone.

"Here, look carefully," he said. "His name, his picture, his cell phone number, and the time of the incoming call: three o'clock and forty minutes. If you still want proof, you call, Umi's voice or not?"

I practically shook my head quickly. "It doesn't have to be the same, Mom," I refused. "When should I call Umi? I'll guess I'm this...."

"It's okay. Let you trust me a hundred percent. Hmm?"

"Em, I. I believe, really. But what's the matter, if I may know?"

"It's nothing" he said again, then he put his phone on the table and walked towards the fridge. "Umi just reminded me to fast Monday. Don't break the habit he said. Don't beat...." Inspiration laughed and turned towards me. "You understand, right? Don't be afraid to taste the pleasure, I've forgotten my habit."

Hufft... I can not deny, there was a great relief that I felt, as if I had thought that Mas Ilham had done something that was not behind me. Yeah, even though I didn't intend to, and didn't intend to think or have such thoughts. Everything happened naturally just because my husband wasn't in the room when I woke up. And, instead he was downstairs, in the very back room, too. Plus was on the phone - which seemed to be decided right away when I was there.

"Oh," *I'm finally here. "So you.. want to fast?"

The address is wrong behavior, because I feel bad because - consciously or not - I have been bad to think even though I did not trigger. Fortunately, Mas Ilham is a patient type of man who is good at self-control. If not, or if he is as committed as a man in general, he will surely be offended, he said, and it may be that I get angry when I hear the sentence of my question that refers to the negative - suspicious direction for no apparent reason.

"Yes. And I want to be sahur." He took three eggs and a small bar of carrot and chives from the refrigerator and showed them to me. "You're cooking an omelet."

It practically dawned on me that we had no side dishes left over for dinner for him to dine on. "Let me, Mas. I'm the one cooking," I said.

Uh, finally my feet were moved also from the attitude.

While welcoming eggs, carrots, and chives from the hands of Mas Ilham, then carrying and washing them in the sink, I also expressed my apology to Mas Ilham for my ignorance on his sun fasting habits. "If I knew you wanted to fast, I would have cooked a side dish before I went to bed. Sorry, huh?"

"Yes, but I'm not good, Mom. As if I didn't take good care of Mas Ilham. Especially to let Mas cook and sahur himself. I'm the wife."

Aaaaah. Hicks!

"It's okay, honey. Relaxed. Just shake it slowly."

Eh?

I practically looked. "You are...! I'm serious about it.." I whine.

"Lo's? Wh why? Is something wrong?" He also giggled. "That thought, lo, honey, is wrong. I'm just saying slow shake."

Argha!

"The connotations are different, Mas...! I haven't shaken yet, anyway...!"

"Yet, huh?" He walked up to me, then whispered, "You shuffle now?"

"Oh Allah..," no matter how I whine spoiled for having a super crazy husband like Mas Ilham.

Yep, the grown man really doesn't run out of ways to show his madness. I was just about to add salt to my bowl of omelet dough when Mas Ilham pulled down my cloak until it came off. "Do it now, honey," he said softly in my ear. Then, Mas Ilham took my hand and directed him there. Back to his cloak.

Ew! Auto pingin nyemplungin salt one pack into an omelet batter. Sebaaaal.

"I want to cook this first..," I protested.

"Related?" He turned me to face him.

"Em, you want to tell."

"I want to be with my wife's body. Mine is the most delicious and the sweetest."

And, ukh!

Mas Ilham jerked me into his arms, with a deep look in his eyes and fixed on me, he said, "I don't like to be denied, and I don't like you to reject me. Remember that's fine, Zahra."

Hm....

"Yes, sorry. I'm mistaken. I'm not resisting."

"good. So. ls...? Please...?"

"Yes, Mom...." I activated my hand for him.

"Thank you, honey. You. wife understanding."

And.. he was lulled.*a subtle sigh rang out from his throat before he finally turned me back to him, leaning my body and ruling me under the heavy and heavy crush of his body.

I'm resigned. Really, yeah. The cooking place he made a place to make love. But.. yeah, still, his madness makes this dark morning suddenly warm because of his incredible love.

Oh, husband. He's fucking crazy!