New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
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Ica chick Bang! Ica can fathom the behavior and Sofia's gaze to Abang is different. Though Abang dateng same legitimate wife Abang, but he dared to like it. What if there is no Ica?” Aisha's eyes began to heat up, even a trench began to form from the tip.

Faris immediately grabbed Aisha into her arms, she could feel her back shaking from the sobbing. He continued to rub his wife's back to channel calmness.

After feeling quite calm, Faris stretched out her arms, grabbed both of Aisha's shoulders and looked up at her soft chin.

“Ica, honey, no one needs Ica to cry. What Ica needs to know, until anytime there will be no one who can replace the position of Ica in your heart, because Ica has succeeded in having half this life. And Ica must remember that nothing can change the feelings of my brother for Ica,” said Faris gently rubbed tears that still flow in Aisha's eyes.

“And Brother please, stay with Brother. Whatever happens later, we pass everything equally yes,” added Faris back tightened his embrace.

“Maafin Ica Yes Bang,” said Aisha returned the hug of her husband. It was fortunate that since then in the hallway it was quiet.

“Nothing, Brother likes. The sign Ica loved the same brother,” goda Faris stole a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

“Now we go home yes, it's already malem,” said Faris tidied up Aisha's hijab.

“Loh? Not going to the police station?” Aisha looked up, still in Faris' arms.

“Darling, what time is it? I don't want to make soy sauce. Tomorrow before going to the Hospital, Brother to the police station first deh.”

“Ica follow ya?” aisha said expectantly.

“Yakin Ica don't want to be at home?” ask Faris worriedly.

“Yakin Abang,” replied Aisha pinching the tip of her husband's soaring nose.

“Yes, let's go home!” said Faris linking his fingers with his wife.

Arriving outside the Hospital, Faris actually stopped the passing taxi.

“We will bring Bang motor?” ask Aisha dingukan.

“Malem wind is not good for young mama candidates,” whispered Faris sontak make Aisha face red.

“Em hold the motor?”

“Let's let the house person who told me to take,” said Faris immediately opened the taxi door for his woman.

***

“Come home, it's late,” Gus Hasan said to Ayla who was still pensive in her seat.

“Can I borrow your phone?” ayla asked, raising her hand.

Gus Hasan grabbed the flat object from the back of his shirt pocket and handed it to Ayla. Ayla's fingers danced on the keyboard, wrote something there and her own phone rang. Turns out he exchanged mobile numbers with Gus Hasan's.

“Later if the jacket is clean immediately I anterin,” said Ayla handed back Gus Hasan's phone.

“No need, make you aja.”

Ayla just smiled obliquely hearing that.

“Don't be too good with other women, your lover will be jealous.”

Gus Hasan was surprised by Ayla's words, he forgot if the wallpaper of his phone was still a picture of Aisha he had secretly taken while playing with Gus Fakih in the boarding school, when Aisha is not yet the wife of her cousin.

“Thank you once the woman with that sweet smile,” added Ayla, there was tightness in every sentence.

“May I have a little story? My life is not as good as you see, after that you can judge what I look like,” said Gus Hasan made Ayla turn her head.

“I do love him, even now still love him. But she's not my boyfriend, she's my cousin's wife. That is the reason why I am here now,” Gus Hasan said making Ayla glare at him.

“What do you mean? There's no way you don't understand the law of loving someone's wife, right? Moreover, your own brother's wife,” said Ayla powerless to withstand her shock.

Gus Hasan smiled at Ayla's words, making Ayla feel guilty.

“Emm, sorry,” said Ayla hesitated, she was afraid to offend Gus Hasan.

“That proves if I am also just an ordinary human being, sometimes I cannot control my own lust.” Gus hasan stared straight at the calm water below, closing his eyes to slightly reduce the tightness created.

“I've loved her long before I knew if she and my cousin loved each other, whatever power, love came without knowing the place and circumstances. I've tried to forget it, even long before I decided to run away here. But in fact the feeling was getting stronger, until I was almost desperate because of it,” continued Gus Hasan managed to make Ayla more surprised.

“Sorry, I didn't know your life was that complicated. May God soon meet you with

the woman who really loves you, you can definitely forget her,”, Ayla said.

“Sometimes advising others is easy, but for those who undergo will not be as easy as turning the palm of the hand.”

True what Gus Hasan said, maybe he looked very wise when advising Ayla's life problems, in fact his own life could not be controlled.

'Al Insaanu mahalul Khatha' wan Nisyaan' Man is indeed the place to be wrong and forget.

***

Upon arriving home, Faris immediately laid her body on a king-size mattress in her room, followed by Aisha who dropped down next to her husband.

“Darling,” says Faris made Aisha turn her head,

“Hmmm,” said Aisha tilted her body so that now they really face.

“Abang ...” Aisha pushed Faris' chest softly to end the union of their lips.

“Emm, Ica shower first yes Bang. Sticky all the taste, dry smell,” said Aisha smelled her own scent.

“Biarin aja darling, want to shower or not, Ica still tease for Brother,” whispered Faris who actually increasingly aggressively down each inch of Aisha's smooth neck with a gentle sweep of her lips.

Again Aisha squirms, her hands holding Faris' chest.

“Abang, shower first yes. Look after Brother's clothes also on dirty abis down to the cliff earlier,” said Aisha immediately put herself on the edge of the bed. Without waiting for an answer from her husband, Aisha immediately ran into the bathroom. Leaving Faris with a burning desire.

“Luckily dear,” grumbled Faris occupied himself, staring at the bathroom door that felt very long never open.

Twenty minutes later the bathroom door opened, featuring Aisha looking stunning with her white kimono and wet hair.

Faris could only swallow her saliva as Aisha walked closer towards him.

“Abang, shower first gih. Ica ready in her warm water,” said Aisha sitting herself in front of the dressing table to dry her hair.

“Hah, I-iya Abang shower first,” said Faris immediately disappeared behind the bathroom door.

When he finished with his bathing ritual, Faris rushed out. He shook his head when he saw Aisha who had fallen asleep on the edge of the bed and was still wearing her white kimono.

Faris approached her, cupped her face with both hands and kissed Aisha's forehead long enough. Makes Aisha blink her eyes.

“Eh sorry, woke up yes,” said Faris felt guilty for disturbing his wife's sweet sleep.

Without Faris guessing, Aisha draped her hands on Faris' neck and kissed her lips, the longer the kiss turned into a pagutan.

Faris certainly did not want to waste the opportunity, he held back Aisha's nape to deepen her kiss and enjoy every soft sip of the lips that had always been her candlestick.

Aisha let go of her pagutan, giving her husband a chance to further explore every inch of her body.

As soon as a sip of Faris gives it to create red patches that fill the upper body of Aisha, making sighs and vibrations from the owner that make the turmoil in Faris' body increasingly smoldering.

“Honey,” sigh Aisha clutched tightly onto Faris' shoulder as she felt amused all over her body.

Faris was getting smoldering to hear it, his hands now began to guerrilla release all the veils that covered every beauty of his wife's body, sipping every beautiful curve created there and the union finally happened, the union finally happened, until a long cry signifies the end of their hot worship tonight.

“Abang very dear with Ica,” said Faris with a hoarse voice while wiping the sweat that splashed on the smooth forehead below.

“Don't ever stay in Ica ya Bang,” said Aisha hugged her husband's body tightly and rubbed her head on the chest of the field that had been her protector.

“Abang promise Darling,” replied Faris ended with a gentle kiss on the top of Aisha's head.

Aisha simply smiled and blinked her eyes, she seemed to still catch her breath. Faris pulled the blanket over the two, and wrapped his sturdy arms around his wife's stomach to head straight to dreamland together.

***

Early in the morning even for some people may still be asleep under the covers, the sun also looks new to move from the contest, but Faris and Aisha have actually rushed to the police station. In addition to avoiding street congestion Surabaya, according to both of them, faster will be better.

Faris drove his car calmly splitting the still quiet streets, enjoying the cool morning air that had not been filled with vehicle fumes.

“Bang, like a car in the back from earlier ngikutin we continue deh,” said Aisha look.

“Then the darling? Since when?” sahut Faris glanced at the rearview.

“Since we entered the highway,” said Aisha looks panicked.

Faris was surprised, was it true that the car behind him was following them? But for what? He felt he never had enemies or disturbed the lives of others.

But Faris tries to stay calm, she doesn't want Aisha to panic.

Suddenly when Faris' car starts to cross the bridge, a black Alphard blocks their way, making Faris instantly have to step on the brakes firmly.

“Aduh,” groaned Aisha held her head that hit the dashboard of the car because Faris who stopped suddenly.

“Sorry Honey, where does it hurt?” said Faris immediately remove the seat belt and make sure Aisha's condition.

Aisha did not answer, she looked very shocked. Faris immediately grabbed his wife into his arms.

“Sorry yes Honey,” said Faris repeatedly peeked at the bruised forehead.

Suddenly Aisha rounded her net, her body stiffening in her husband's arms, making Faris slowly let go of her embrace.

“Abang!” call Aisha when they see their car has been surrounded.

Faris was seen sighing deeply, trying to stay calm so that Aisha would not panic either. His brain thought hard, visible from his finger tapping the steering wheel of the car.

For him it does not matter if he has to be injured, as long as Aisha is fine.

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