Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
One Month....

》 It's been one month, When. I'm still here waiting for you.

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"Cieee.. who was reminded of the former one month of marriage..," ledek Mas Ilham who first read whatsapp it.

Fix it! I frowned. "What, anyway...?" I'm in spoiled mode. "Rather than slacking like that, mending you gave me a surprise. There's benefits. Than to sneak."

"Oooh. Want surprises?" With a whimper of his edging, Mas Ilham directly pulled me into the bed.

Huh! Not romantic. He just hit me and kept on whining.

"You what?" my many.

It's Sunday, it's early, and I thought Mas Ilham was going to the boarding school to teach.

"Kok still nanya? What else would you do if it was this way? Hmm?"

"You must teach. It's seven o'clock. I took a shower too. You'll be late, lo."

"Don't worry, honey." he said. "Today I'm going to put myself aside specifically for you. So...."

My ritsleting opened, my dress came off, and all the cloths on my body flew up and landed on the floor.

Hmm.. deservedly since earlier Mas Ilham wore nothing but but butot trousers that stayed pulled down directly made it plain not wrapped even with just a thread.

"You want to celebrate a month of marriage? Hm? No need for fancy events. I prefer it this way" he said. Then he kissed me softly.

Only at first, after that one gentle kiss, he grinned wide and then he immediately attacked me with a rough kiss.

"I want to torture you with pleasure, Zahra."

Ckck! Horrified....

Oh my goodness. My husband is crazy. He's mad. After her super naughty kiss on my lips and tongue, her mischief continued to my neck.

"Oh my God...! Oh...!" i screamed. The savagery of Mas Ilham on my neck seemed to suck my blood, like a vampire thirsting for fresh blood from the figure of a woman.

Then, she didn't forget my chest. With her naughty fingers, along with her sweet mouth, she overwhelmed me in an unstoppable sigh. My breaths. Not to mention...

Oooh. My thigh muscles tightened as he crazed me down there. Making both my heels press firmly onto the surface of the bed.

"The real Sabbath is just about to begin, Zahra," whispered Mas Ilham who was now aligned above me. With a shrewd look, Mas Ilham raised my left leg which he placed on top of his left thigh, while my right leg was between his legs. Slowly, he slipped in.

I'm giggling. Where did you learn from, her? From youtube?

It's delicious, anyway...! Eh?

Shhhh..practice by yourself.

Duuhuha... God.. nano-nano...! The position of making love like this makes Mas Ilham can control all parts of my body freely. The front and back of my body he could enjoy all, as easily as flipping through meat on the grill.

And, at the last moment, he put my left leg back on his right thigh. He dropped down on me with his breath.

"Happy one month wedding, honey," she whispered. He smiled with satisfaction while pressing me firmly. "My powers are still the same, aren't they?"

Uuuh... What question, anyway, that...? He made me feel embarrassed.

Ruptured. I couldn't help but laugh at my silly compliment.

"Should. I have a wife whose fantasies are extraordinarily high" he said. Mas Ilham grabbed his pants on the side of the bed. "So I have to be smart to please her. Like this." From his pants pocket, Mas Ilham took out a jewelry box. Diamond ring.

Oh my God, I swear by what - I'm flabbergasted. Norak. I've never seen a diamond, let alone owned one. But now I can touch it. It was pinned by Mas Ilham on my ring finger.

"You're fine" he asked. "It's for our future investment."

It's a dream, isn't it, anyway?

"Mas, this is expensive...."

But Mas Ilham bowed. "It's a flower plantation, Zahra," he said. "I can't wear it for anything else. But, this, I know that this too should not be wasted." Then he cleared his throat. "I want to tell you everything. If you want me to share the burden I feel."

I'm nodding. "Of course, Mas. I can be a good listener. You can share anything, and you can tell me anything" I said - trying to convince her.

"To be honest," said Mas Ilham later, "as I have explained at that time, since the departure of the late Mia, I feel guilty to accept the results of her efforts in making this plantation successful. But I cannot be unwise about what God has given me. So, after I had a discussion with Abi and Umi, they suggested that I keep taking seventy-five percent of the net profit of this plantation, because it is my right, and a form of gratitude for the sustenance that God has placed on me. But still, I can't use it for something that can flow in my blood. So I used that money to build this house, and now this diamond. I want you to keep it."

I nodded in understanding. But honestly, in my head I think about twenty-five percent of the plantation's profits. Is...? You understand, right, I mean?

Tanya, no, tanya, no, tanya, no. If I don't ask, I wonder. I also cleared my throat. I decided to ask, "May I know, where are the twenty-five percent? But you don't misunderstand me. I just want to know, what...?"

"Just ten percent, Zahra. Ten percent for the deceased child Mia," said Mas Ilham who understood the meaning of my question. "Umi said, if it was more than that, she was worried that my wife would object. That's why.. uh, you don't mind, do you? I told you about this before, didn't I?"

I nodded again. Although at that time Mas Ilham did not mention the number of percentages, but I was not surprised. Umi's path of mind is wise, I thought. Perhaps, right, if more than that could be Umi's mind is right, maybe - his wife Mas Ilham, whose current destiny is me, maybe I will object. Who knows? Could have happened. Only God knows whether or not I will object to the magnitude of the part that Mas Ilham gave to his late girlfriend's son - if the percentage is large enough.

But in fact it's only ten percent, how selfish of me if I object. Who am I - other than my status as Mas Ilham's wife? After all, I have nothing to contribute to the success of the plantation.

"I don't mind, Mom. But, can I know more about... fifteen percent?"

Mas Ilham rubbed my cheeks. "Cieeeee."

Yes greetings.this man....

"The rest I donated," he said. "For the poor and orphans, nursing homes and orphanages, and buildings for the worship of Muslims. No problem, right? For our bridge to heaven. For you and our children, seventy-five percent. If it's that big my wife still can't be sincere, I'll find another wife."

Plaque!

"Absolutely speaking," my single while pinching her stomach. "Don't joke, words are prayer. You will be polygamous, how? I cut, lo, your anus."

Mas Ilham giggled, although he had grimaced because of the reflex clap of my hand on his shoulder, plus my pinch on his stomach, he still could not hold his laugh.

"Yes, yeah, I was just kidding. Happy one month of marriage, yes, dear. But next month don't collect gifts, lo. Don't obligate. Because this is not a necessity. Understood?"

Hehe. I grin. Mas Ilham used to rebuke me at the beginning. "Yes, Mas. Thank ye. I'll keep this ring fine." I smiled happily and hugged her. "Thank you for a wonderful month too."

"Hu 'um. You're correct. A beautiful month." Then he whispered, "Every day without being absent."

Wwwwww...! Dasaaaaar...!

"Thank you for my wife's regular and satisfying service. Zahra's my best." Mas Ilham giggled and returned to grab me - - overstretched me again. "Again, yuk? Gaspol keeps it up."

Practically my forehead shriveled. "So? So the kid means? Uh, what could have been, huh, Mas? How come I don't menstruate this month? Aye, right?"