Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Ballad Heavy Rain

"Hey, why?"

Oh, I didn't realize that HansH was near me, sitting next to me. I don't know when he left the dinner table, and now, with a plate of rice plus a variety of side dishes in his hand, he sits with me on the couch in the living room.

"What are you thinking?" ask again.

Oh heart. Don't be upset. I've made all the good promises to my husband, I can't be fragile let alone doubt. Can't do. I always have to trust him....

"Darling?"

I shook my head slowly. "none. It's not important to talk about."

"Well, but are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes. Sure do. My feelings can be strengthened."

"Thank God."

"You yourself? You asked me this afternoon if I could, but just now you were the one with the emotion."

HansH exhaled a long breath and exhaled heavily. "I'm just worried that if their request we follow and prove that Malika is not my flesh and blood, I'm afraid that later they will run over and instead ask us to release Malika. I don't want you to be sad about losing Malika."

"I'm sorry, but do I need to remind you of what you said last night? You said it was our household and our decision. We adopted, we're in charge, so why are you worried? Don't we have the right not to comply with their wishes if they ask for it?"

HansH nodded. "I knew. We're gonna defend Malika. But what I'm afraid of is. I'm afraid that you're depressed if they keep going...."

"I told you I'm strong. Why are you still worried?"

HansH nodded, still looking glum.

"I'm strong" I convinced him. "You know that. I'm strong."

And HansH's eyes squinted, from his lips now a silly grin. "Then eat this, let me feed you." He spooned the rice plus a small piece of fish then thrust the spoon into my mouth. "Eat until full, for after this I will test your strength."

Eh?

"How tough are you, honey?"

Oh my...! My crazy husband! Shaking my shoulders with laughter. HansH, he's got a good laugh.

"Basic bawdy! Shame to know your son!"

"Just calm. We turn off the lights if we need to."

"Times turn off the lights? Malika is still a baby."

"Alright, then we test the strength behind the covers."

Ew...!

And HansH really did, even without a blanket....

That night when we returned to the pavilion, I just put Malika who was asleep in a state of fullness into her crib, and I closed the curtain of her pink so that she was not bitten by a mosquito, hansh had grabbed me and the thud was inevitable. We both fell over the bed with her position on top of me with her overall body weight. The silly grin re-formed beautifully on his handsome face.

"How's it all day? Are you tired?"

Oh, my smile expands upon that question. I slid my finger to his chest and began to struggle with his pajama buttons. "No, kok. I told you, I'm strong. Do you want to test me now? Hmm?"

HansH held his lips together with his white teeth. Samar I heard hiss escaping from his throat that seemed to dry up the sensual touch effect of my finger caress. If I remember, I never intentionally did this to him, deliberately touching him to arouse his passion, making him quickly burn with great desire. Yeah, I accidentally popped my finger into her bare skin that was exposed as soon as the buttons came off. Then he immediately did the same, stripping me of all the clothes that immediately scattered on the floor, and did not forget to make plain himself.

And to be exact, a rumbling sound suddenly boomed just as he laid me back to the bed and he crawled up, resting on top of me with bare skin stuck together, radiating warmth, and he was, and then there was the rain that quickly refracted the silence - as quickly as the ridiculous HansH snort came out. "Nature supports this moment" he murmured an inch in front of my face. "So...?"

"So...? What...?"

"You ready?"

"I love you."

"I love.. akh!"

Shocked is not playing. I gasped when HansH bit my neck.

"Oh... HansH...! You're crazy!" my nasal.

How not, the mad man instantly felt* the nape of my neck was strong, as if to suck energy from myself and make himself strong like drakul* who wanted fresh blood as a source of strength. That is exactly the cannibal figure inside my husband.

"So tell me, how strong are you?" HansH raised his head and re-carved a happy smile.

I shook my head because of his ridiculous behavior.

"Akh...!" back to my voice was heard.

I can't hold it!

"I love you," with the strength of the clutches of my reverberating hands*strong tenderness of my chest, HansH growled in the ears, in the wildly spreading description of my hair. "I love you, Zia. I love you so much. Can you feel how much I love you? I really love you."

Oh my God, the strength of his hand is growing. I gasped for breath, and I knew it meant that he was expressing his love for me. Butwhy? Usually HansH is like this if he is in a state of rage.

Again, I think too much, my mind. Enjoy it, Zia. Enjoy this moment. Feel how crazy HansH loves you....

And I enjoyed it....

Oh....

How vividly that glint of pleasure dived me.

"I love you" he whispered again, as a soft touch rhymed as he lowered his hips and pressed himself so firmly on me. So deep....

I'm*lough....

The initially sweet touch of tenderness is now changing tempo and speed.* rest and gelia* the bodies of two human beings who love each other warm the whole cold room. That death wick and that friendly caress made me so. Oh lord....

Nature supports. I could not help but hold my voice, *moan fought with the roar and speck of rain that fell like a melody, accompanying us in the warmth of love that seemed to have no limits. Until, when the night is getting late, the passion is burning. Once in a while the creaking sound of the bed swayed to the rhythm of the body.

HansH crazy. His heart rate was also ridden. Like a fidelity, he can no longer control himself. his voice.

"Oh my God...! Iyaaaaang...!" hansh's voice became the final frontier of his struggle.

He and I both gasped. A single happy laugh. As if we had won the race, we both immediately drooped limp, flooded by sweat and sweat on the body without a thread.

Blood whirring. My body feels hot.

"If it doesn't rain, maybe we can't be this crazy."

I just laughed without a sound. True HansH said, if it's not raining, we can't be this crazy. Because, of course, pity Malika if her sleep must be disturbed by the second bed war of her foster parents.

"Then I will always miss the rain" I said. "Never be wasted."

Back, HansH was grinning widely in front of my face. "Then come on, one more time. Rain is still heavy, don't waste it."

Ughhhh! Crazyhead!

"Let's...!!!" my voice returned shrill. "My HansH...!!!"

O Lord, this bed will be a silent witness of how close and attached two souls become one.

Yeah! The rain is still heavy. Don't waste!