Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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"Alhamdulillah.," Mas Ilham cried out as the voice of the azan magrib reverberated, and he led the prayer of breaking the fast for all of us.

It was the first time Umi stayed at our house and tasted my cooking. I became deg-degan, worried that the taste of my cooking did not match Umi's taste.

"How, Umi? Ilham's wife's cooking is delicious, right?"

Dumplings... But Ilham asked directly. He doesn't know that my heart feels like a lump in my chest.

"Yes, delicious. This coat, Leh."

Jiaaaaah gets compliments from mother-in-law. I want to prance because of pleasure.

"Great, lo, Nduk, you can learn quickly. Umi salute you."

Uuuh.. I blushed, my smile also expands. I humbly said, "Alhamdulillah, Umi. Thanks for the compliment."

"Sama, right, like Umi? All for the sake of love" said Mas Ilham-intentioned to tease me.

Umi nodded. "It was actually a wife, Leh. Therefore, your luck should not be wasted."

"Yes, Umi. Sure."

Ah, pleasure. Already praised, the dishes I prepared were eaten and spent. Serikaya ketan and kolak dawet made by me ludes not restless. Mas Ilham really likes to break the fast with the sweet, as sweet as me....

Haha!

Well, before continuing to eat dinner with the main menu, we immediately pray magrib congregation first, with Mas Ilham as the priest. Until a few minutes later...

"I love you..," whispered Mas Ilham suddenly as I kissed his hand after the prayer. Then he caressed my stomach. "How are you feeling? Everything okay?"

I nodded, and again I blushed by Mas Ilham's sweet attitude. He deliberately overstated his sweet dose to control my heart and my feelings of worry - which I did not deny, that worry could not just disappear from my mind.

A warm smile also rose on Mas Ilham's face, and he hugged and kissed me on my forehead."Emmuach," the kiss he overheard. "Continue opening, yuk?"

"Yes, Mommy" I said.

But Mas Ilham even grabbed my lips. I screamed in shock, making Umi who had just come out of the prayer room startled and turned back to look into the room, then she shook her head to see the behavior of her son. "Leh... Leh.. Your behavior is exactly Abi's behavior."

Huh!

This is called like father, like son. Mas Ilham applied Abi's knowledge in maintaining the warmth and harmony of his family, especially in the relationship between husband and wife between us.

"You are, Mas. He said he wanted to continue opening, but instead...?" my protest to Mas Ilham for being ashamed of the kiss scene was seen by my mother-in-law. But. once I realized my words, I also understood the purpose of Mas Ilham's puncture. Continue to open the word: open using another menu, not open with a food menu. Hm....

I know Mas Ilham was just joking, but since I failed to focus, it wasn't funny.

Mas Ilham was just a whimper, while I hurriedly let go of my face and changed the instant hijab.

"Why hurry, anyway?" tanyakanya.

"It's not good for Umi" I said. "Let's keep me here longer."

"No, kok. I would like to pray tarawih first in the mosque. Just come home...."

New what...?

Ih, he made me shake my head. Genuine, lo, even though it has been a month, his love desire has not subsided at all. Even though I was pregnant, her desire to make love to me was still routine every day, even though the intensity of all aspects was reduced. Including a slower rhythm. Except on the cannibal side of her. That one, um, he still likes to leave red traces on my body. Because for Mas Ilham - maybe because of me and for me - making love is not just about having sex, but more than that: with all our heart and all our feelings, all our love.

And it seems, I was not in vain ever asked through writing. Because, now: the application of Mas Ilham to the enthusiasm of making love between us so there is no problem at all. Perfect, and -- so amazing.