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The honeymoon 2

“Who Ay?” asked Faisal who had just been wearing his clothes and then approached his sister who was still staring at the door.

“Ngakun know Kak,” seloroh Ayla immediately turned around and continued her meal.

“Eh you turned out to be San, yuk entered,” invite Faisal when he found out who visited was the guest he was waiting for.

“Sit first.” Faisal invited Hasan to wait for him on the living room sofa, while he immediately stepped out to prepare a drink.

“You why Deck? Really layer?” faisal asked as he glanced at the younger brother still feeding food into his mouth ferociously.

“Whispering!” ketus Ayla without looking.

“Become a big brother,” Faisal protest.

“Bodo!”

Faisal chose to immediately give drinks to Hasan before his sister's scratch which may be in the middle of PMS (Pra menstruation syndrome).

“Ayla why San? No longer getting along with you?” faisal asked as he offered a drink.

“No idea about me either,” replied Hasan innocently who did not understand the woman's behavior today.

“By base insensitive!” gerutu Ayla who was faintly heard Gus Hasan's reply.

After finishing her meal, Ayla immediately grabbed back her bag.

“I go home,” Ayla said past Faisal and Gus Hasan who are still discussing in the living room.

“Kakak anter, this momentarily settled again kok,” sergeant Faisal made Ayla step stopped.

“No need, I asked Baba to send someone to pick up.”

“It's okay, it's safer.”

“Bye,” Ayla said before closing the door.

Outside Ayla's apartment had already been tearing herself while scrambling her long hair that was scratched, making the security there look at her strangely.

“Ih why the hell should meet him here, when I was thinking he was so. How is it, Hasan ilfeel is not the same as me because I saw me mabok yesterday? Duh oon really again the bartender use call Hasan, the number on my HP is a lot.”

He was really upset and embarrassed every time he met with Gus Hasan since the incident that night.

“Ahhh Shit!” his screams then set foot into the basement where his bodyguard waited.

***

“Beautiful mother, may later God also love Sister beautiful wife is also good like Mother.”

A boy in a gray uniform was unceasingly looking at the mother who was preening in front of her makeup mirror.

“Why wife? Brother does not want to date first so?”

“The date will only bring us closer to Zina Bun, no benefits.”

The mother smiled at him, it turned out that her son was getting older, he was able to distinguish between right and wrong.

“Whoever will be Sister's wife, Mother asks for help Sister promises yes same Mother, love and treat her as treatment and dear Sister to Mother, Mother, because later Sister's wife will also be a mother for Sister's children,” said the mother approached her son who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Sister promise Bun, Brother will always love and take care of Sister's wife later.”

“Thank you Brother for helping Daddy with Mother. At least later if the same Father Mother faces God, the same Father Mother should not be ashamed because it has succeeded in educating Brother to be a good priest for the family later.”

Faris woke up with the wet end of the net. His dream was exactly with his conversation with the late Mother at that time.

“May the same Father Mother always be placed in the most beautiful place by Your side O God. Allohummaghfirlahum.”

Seen by the wife who looked sound in her sleep, at once Faris' heart was calm. He stared at the face of the ayu's late-goal while occasionally stroking her gently.

“Ica tau, Ica is the most beautiful creature you have ever seen after Father and Mother. Ica is the most beautiful woman, just like Mother. Thanks Ica there is always a struggle. Thank you for your presence makes me not need to see other women, until whenever my gaze will only be on you, O my woman, Aisha Ameera Al-Insani.”

The clock perched on the nightstand shows ten o'clock in the morning local time, just deserves his stomach thrashing to be filled. He recalled that they last ate only when on the plane.

He then moved on and put on his clothes after first fixing the blanket to cover Aisha's plain body. Then his finger was already surfing on the keyboard ordering some food to fill their stomachs this morning.

About half an hour later Faris, who was drying her half-wet hair, heard the resort door being knocked. And sure enough it was the waiter who delivered the food.

“Thank you so much,” said Faris then reached for some lira money and handed it to the waiter.

“Enjoy our place and food, sir. I hope your honeymoon will be more romantic,” said the friendly waiter. (Good to enjoy our place and our food, sir. May your honeymoon be more romantic)

Faris smiled at the servant's words, what was the smell of his honeymoon with his wife? Ah I don't know, maybe the waiter could read the happy look on Faris' face.

After serving some Turkish food, Faris returned to his room and brought food for his wife who seemed to have not changed his sleeping position at all.

“Honey,” said Faris did not make any movement in his wife's sleep.

“Honey, let's get up.” Once again Faris called out to him by gently rubbing Aisha's plain shoulder. Unknowingly it was able to make his blood rustle again.

‘Hold Faris, hold. Aisha is still tired.’

Aisha wriggled her body, making the blanket that covered her innocent body unfold. Seeing the sight of Faris' body stiffened again, his head was now completely throbbing incessantly.

“Aduh patient dong, my wife just siuman nih,” grumbled Faris as if talking to her lower body.

“Em what time is this Bang?” tanya Aisha blinked her net that was slightly glare by the sunlight that infiltrated from behind the curtains.

“Udah half eleven Yang, eat first yuk, Brother already readyin.”

“Em Ica still sleepy,” whining Aisha spoiled.

“Let's eat first, we'll need energy for the next session,” tease Faris who was in contact to make Aisha open her eyes and display her most beautiful smile.

Faris painstakingly feed food alternately to herself and Aisha, until Aisha's toilet food remains in position.

While Faris back to fix their food container and clean it.

When he returned, he saw the wife who was not in bed. There was a gurgling sound of water from the bathroom, maybe his wife was cleaning herself. Faris waited for his wife to play with her cell phone, checking out some of her work at the company as well as at the Hospital.

No matter how long the bathroom door was open, Aisha displayed a very charming look just wrapped in her white towel.

“Again Bang?” aisha asked as she sorted out the clothes she was wearing.

“No One, just a job check,” replied Faris casually.

Aisha was just a mangosteen and was about to return to the bathroom to put on her clothes. Suddenly the handle on the bathroom door came off as Faris swiftly closed the door in front of her and grabbed Aisha's beautiful body from behind.

“No need to make, Ica more beautiful if gini,” whispered Faris took the clothes Aisha wanted to wear. Do not forget his lips that have been down the neck of the level of the wife, making Aisha can only close her eyes and bite her lips.

Without waiting for Aisha's answer, Faris immediately lifted her back to bed, Faris' favorite spot for their current honeymoon.

Faris courageously returned to sow his seed in the field of his wife, with lips that continued to glorify prayers of kindness, hoping that his seed would be able to nest and grow.

Today, their first day in Turkey, I don't know how many times Faris and Aisha have coiled under the covers. Their activities throughout the day only revolve around the bathroom, bed and kitchen.

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Waduh bener-bener the real of honeymoon ya Babang Faris same Yayang Ica nih🤭 hajar keep Bang! abstain from giving up before it becomes 🤣

That neng Ayla really storm deh 😌 even though Gus Hasannya also calm aja kayaknya😂

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