MUSHROOMS. Young Widows Underage
I'M SORRY LISHA.

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So precious are the treasures and luxuries of the world that God also gives to those who do not want to worship Him.

But not so with the guidance of Islam, only given to the person he loves.

Don't put the world at heart. Later when others 'more' will arise envy, heartache, heart-eating. But keep it in your heart it will be the Hereafter. The heart will be healthy, for Allah is for mercy. Life is a blessing, God willing survived the Hereafter.

The friends of Rasullullah ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ There are also those who take the world, but they do not put it in their hearts. They put it in their hands because they realize that man is not a citizen of the world but a citizen of the hereafter.

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"What are you doing? Do you want to rape me?!"

Hearing those words, Alisha immediately gasped. And at once he immediately retreated and slightly away from the side of Gibran's bed. He even turned his body and said..

"Iikh..what the hell! What a fiktor you are! I'm it just wanted to replace your dirty pants it knows!" alisha, it sounded sniffy. She was very upset to hear the words of her husband.

Hearing the explanation from his wife, Gibran had a faint smile. Because he had seen his wife's face immediately reddened. Seeing that, there was a sense of wanting to tease him again.

"Ooh. Yes, go ahead! If you want to rape, I will. Let's go again!" gibran said, apparently his platelets were returning, so much so that he already felt he had the energy to tempt his wife.

"Iiis.com What the hell are you! Ooh.. what does it mean you are already healthy! Then just change your pants yourself!" said Alisha, who looked like she was about to leave.

"No Alisha! I really can't open it myself! So please help me," replied Gibran who now sounds weak again. Making Alisha finally could not bear to leave her husband.

"Huh! Tumben called my name right! Usually just as good as calling! Yes I helped! Just be careful, if you talk carelessly again! Then I won't help you anymore!" Alisha.

"Yes yes! I just shut up with resignation" Gibran replied. And finally Alisha continued the show pulling Gibran pants again. And with his eyes still closed and occasionally he kept peering to see if it had come down.

"Why use the show closed everything? Even if you want to see also papa! Isn't it halal?" Gibran. Making Alisha's eyes look straight at her face, "What's the matter, looking at me like that?" ask Gibran again looking curious.

"Do you understand something like that?" asked Alisha, whose face also looked curious.

"Yes understand! Do you think I don't understand it?" reply Gibran as he intends to rise. However, he still does not have full power.

"Shhhh..!" his hissing endured the pain. Seeing that, Alisha did not want to continue her question. He wanted to ask Gibran a lot of questions.

"You better just lie down. Let me do it!" Alisha. As he wiped the thighs and legs of Gibran with a wet cloth. After that he also immediately put clean shorts on Gibran.

After she heard the word halal from her husband. Alisha did not close her eyes again, so she could see her husband's CD clearly. So that he can finish his job quickly. And then she immediately gave medicine to Gibran's leg, blowing it so that her husband would not feel the pain.

Seeing the sincerity of Alisha, Gibran's heart suddenly seemed touched. So that there is guilt because all this time he always suspected it. In fact, he also accused Alisha of being involved with what her grandmother planned. Though he knew, that Alisha had actually been made a victim of problems between herself and her Grandmother.

"Eh! What did you say, sir?" alisha asked, who she still did not believe what she had heard.

"Don't call me Master again! Because I'm not your employer!" gibran said, sounding resolute.

"Aah, okay! Now tell me what did Mas Yuda say?" reply Alisha, repeating her question.

"So I asked, will you forgive me? I'm sorry Lisha, I'm sorry that I've been accusing you all this time. I'm sorry too, which always troubles you. So will you forgive me Lisha?" gibran said, looking at Alisha's face with a look that looked so sincere.

Hearing the apology from her husband, Alisha's heart felt so light. Because all this time he was like holding a very heavy burden on his heart so that when he heard it, now the feeling of weight was like nothing else.

"Alhamdulillah, Lisha has forgiven Gold. Long before Mas asked Lisha," Alisha replied, as she smiled her gentle smile at Gibran.

"Thank you Lisha, thank you" said Gibran, looking so happy.

"Yes, you're the same. Did you wait a minute, huh? Lisha wants to heat Bubur Mas first huh? Let Mas can take medicine again," said Alisha, and only nods of the head by Gibran. After seeing the reply from Gibran, Alisha immediately rushed away leaving Gibran who was seen still staring at the door where Alisha disappeared earlier.

"Well.why does my heart beat so fast when I see her smile? To the extent that I could not reply to his words," Gibran murmured, as he held his chest right at his heart.

"Well, maybe I have a history of heart disease again, like Grandma. Or maybe heart disease can be contagious again? Aaah.what the hell am I thinking! Never mind I'll just check it when you get back to town, let it be clear!" muttered Gibran again. He patted her softly on her chest. And at the same time, Alisha entered while carrying a tray on top of which there was a bowl of porridge and a glass of water.

"Why Mas? Why was his chest hit that way?" ask Alisha wonder. While he put the tray he brought earlier on the nightstand.

"Eh, there's nothing, '" replied Gibran, who was seen immediately stopping the action.

"Hmm.ya already then, now Mas eat first huh?" reply Alisha gently. Then he took the bowl of porridge that he had brought, and he sat on the side of Gibran's bed.

After that, Alisha immediately scooped the porridge in the bowl she was holding. Because the porridge is still quite hot, he blew for a while, then he also tasted to measure the temperature. Once he was sure the temperature was right. Alisha immediately fed the porridge to Gibran's mouth.

"Is it still hot?" alisha asked, gently.

"No really! Even the porridge is more palatable because it is touched by your lips," replied Gibran, as he blinked one eye. Making Alisha's eyes instantly round.

"Eh..! Iikh..what the hell Mas! Don't be flirty!"

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