Not Laila Majnun
Passion

Lukman immediately grabbed Laila's lips with a little rough and Laila who was not ready then beat her husband's burly body.

Lukman ignored him and still enjoyed the lips that had just been angry indistinctly at him.

After a long time Lukman let go of his kisses and then put their eyebrows together.

"You seduced me." said Lukman, closing his eyes and neutralizing the pounding of his heart because it was his first kiss. He was a little sorry for doing it so emotionally. It should be an impressive and romantic kiss so it is worth remembering. But the rice becomes porridge, how about it again.

Cup. Lukman kissed Laila's lips for a moment.

"You started it." he said, re-attaching their eyebrows.

Cup

"You asked for it first."both palms then cupped some of Laila's cheeks and head to look up at him a few inches higher.

cup

"I won't hold him back anymore" then he kissed Laila softly and affectionately. Feel each other's heart beating in pursuit. He directed Laila to get closer to the bed then threw his wife's body on the bed and she immediately restrained it.

"A. ak. i. i.. I, I have not taken a bath.." said Laila who had just enjoyed her husband's touch.

"You have to take responsibility....." Lukman started kissing his wife's neck.

"I still stink. I'll take a shower first...."

"Later on...."

"I haven't prayed yet..."

Lukman immediately threw his body down next to Laila. He closed his eyes because he had to suppress his desire that had reached the crown. He looked to the side, '" said he had not prayed? wait what else?" his tone was so snuffed.

Laila got up from her sleep and saw another part of Lukman's body that stood out because the position of Lukman's legs dangling to the floor made it even clearer.

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tok tok.....

"Lalina... assalamualaikum...."

Lukman has just entered the world of dreams but there is already something disturbing. He lazily got out of bed to open the door and answered his greetings. His face still looked haunted because his passion had not completely disappeared.

"uh. mas Lukman.." the mother greeted Lukman as she opened the door with her face.

"It's my son's birthday thanks to him." he said, giving a parcel containing a box and a wiggle towards Lukman.

"Thank you.." she said with a flat face.

"yes, I'm sorry if I was disturbing. excuse me...!" the mother felt bad for herself to see Lukman's face. It was as if he had made a mistake and chose to leave immediately. Though she had wanted to tease Laila because the door was closed since she came home from work but her husband's motorbike was still ahead.

"Kayak is not given ration. The newlywed's bottom.."the mother grumbled when her footsteps were already some distance from Laila's contract.

Lukman put the parcel on the table and then took the vegetable crackle on the chair he had brought from home. There are long beans and mustard.

He took a long bean to saute. Although he and his father often eat at home bang Alif but sometimes he also cooks himself. A simple recipe. Sauteed kale, long bean, sambal. He could.

After Laila finished praying, Lukman invited her to eat together. Saute the long-processed beans. He is a simple village man who lives even though his father can be said to be quite rich.

Laila couldn't hide her smile as they enjoyed the meal together. Didn't expect that her husband could cook and it tasted pretty good. Cuisine is delicious because it is eaten together with loved ones.

Lukman did not not not know if his wife repeatedly stole a look at him but he tried to ignore him. He is not indifferent because he does not like it but he is afraid that something in him that has been broken will wake up again. Not-time. At least he had to hold back and wait until the saga isyak. Instantly, he thought.