The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
So how bothered?!

   For a moment, Naziah was surprised by the unexpected action of Rega. She just kept quiet without replying to her husband.

   Feeling her unrequited kiss, Rega pulled her lips. To stop that kiss.

    "Why shut up, Hem?" ask Rega in a soft voice.

And Naziah shook his head softly while looking down in shame. "It's okay. Can you be honest?" answer and ask later.

"HM? Of course, I can. What do you want to say?" please Rega, gently. While looking gently at Naziah's face. Without taking his arms off his wife's waist.

"I'm still embarrassed and nervous, Mom. If I reply, it will be like last night again, Mas is too excited. To forget yourself and unconsciously start moving freely. And the wound, it's bleeding again. And... what yes, we will do it tonight? Is the wound okay? Do you want the wound not to heal? Just because I'm impatient. Hem??!" naziah railed with questions to warn her husband. In fact, in his heart he was still not ready to give up the most precious treasure of himself.

"Don't talk about it, honey. Every word can be a prayer. Of course, I want to get well quickly. But, the one down here is rebellious and impatient, Yang. How's dong...?" answer and ask Rega, be clear.

And before the end of his sentence, his eyes pointed towards the lower half of his body. Which seemed a little poking out from behind the towel he was wearing at that time. After a little distance between them by rewinding his body a few centimeters.

"We play thin first. How's it? While standing up, I think gini. It seems a little safer for Mas." continued Rega, giving his idea. Which immediately makes Naziah's eyes perfectly rounded.

'The position is mediocre, said the experienced person, it hurts. What is the standing position...? Oh Allah.. Why is this so my husband?!' inner Naziah.

"Why glare? Can ya...?" ask Rega again, getting louder.

"Emmm. I took a shower, Mom. Just think about it, what can you do? If possible, we pray first. Keep going..it!" answer Naziah and the end of the sentence, ambiguous.

"That's...that's what?" ask Rega while starting to smile happily. Because according to him, his wife allowed him to play thinly as he wanted earlier. And began to loosen his embrace from Naziah's waist.

"Bobok." replied Naziah, quickly. And escaped from her husband. Then walk quickly to the bathroom.

"Eh... Kok bobok... Which is!" said Rega with a little scream and put his lips together.

Naziah no longer cared about the screams of her husband. He went into the bathroom and locked the bathroom door.

Arriving in the bathroom, it was not directly a bath. Naziah was still leaning behind that door. He still calms his heart. Which since a few minutes ago continues to be relentless. Since in her husband's arms.

"Oh Allah, I will give you the crown that I have been guarding tonight. And I hold high wherever I am." said Naziah speaking to himself. "This really worries me. One side of my heart is still heavy. On the other hand, I want to be Sholehah's wife. Who always dutiful and obey what the husband says. O God, please guide my heart and mind. To be in line and choose the appropriate choice from you. Aamiin...!!!" he is fully committed to his Lord.

After more than 30 minutes of ritual bathing. Finally, Naziah completed his activities. When his hand wanted to reach for the towel to wrap his innocent body. How surprised he was to find that there was no kimono towel hanging there. There is only a medium-sized towel. And a moment of nervousness and panic enveloped his heart.

"Oh my God, why can I forget the hell! Oh...!!! Is this your answer to my prayer, O God?" said Naziah while patting his own tongue slowly.

"Hem. if it's like this, don't want to, like not like. I have to ask for help with Mas Rega. Get me my towel in the closet, just now." he continued, deciding.

Slowly, Naziah moved his foot toward the bathroom door. He opened a little of the bathroom door. Then, he peeked out a little.

"Yes...! Ms. Rega....!" call Naziah in a little loud voice but still soft.

"Yes, Honey. What's up?" answer and ask Rega.

"You want help, okay? I left my towel in that closet, Mom. I forgot to take it." replied Naziah.

"Em.. If not wrong, there is a towel, Yang. Mas nanggung nih." said Rega, honestly because he was checking an email that Devan had just sent to his laptop.

"Mas.please, don't joke! Yes, I only use towels lacking this material anyway! Not funny to know, if I get to the road there with this position anyway... My mother!" naziah said, did not accept the offer given by her husband. Because it makes no sense to him.

"Emang why the hell...? There's nobody here. There is only you and me. So, it's okay. Get out here!" say Rega again.

Heard a statement from his wife about his current state. Instantly, Rega's focus was only on his laptop. Directly diverted and glanced towards the bathroom. Where his wife was at that time. And his brain immediately went back off. He wanted to see the sexy body of his wife. So he insisted on his offer.

After marriage, Rega's figure looked calm and cool. Turned into very ignorant and perverted to his wife.

"But, Mas. I'm ashamed." replied Naziah.

"Why should I be ashamed? This is your husband... You appear innocent in front of Mas, no sin. Even the reward, Yang... It's been busy!" rega replied, pretending to be getting serious working in front of his laptop.

"No. Please please, Mom! I was cold." replied Naziah, beginning to pity with supplication.

They were like that for a long time, with no one willing to give up. Until in the end Naziah also took a decision that he thought was very difficult to take.

"Hem.. okay, I'm out. But, Mas please sit back in the body first yes." said Naziah again.

"Hemmm. Come outside! So bothered anyway, Yang." replied Rega. Turning his body to sit a little slanted and did not look at his wife when he came out wearing only a short towel.

"Hehe.. sorry, Mas!" naziah said, slowly and a little awkwardly.