The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Azam Bucin's

On the way, they chatted a lot lightly. It's not awkward anymore.

“Eat dinner later, what do you want to eat?” Ask Azam.

“Do you mind if I cook again?” Ask Stella.

The woman seemed to really want to learn to cook, evident from how determined she was this time around.

“All right, whatever you cook I will definitely eat it” Sahut Azam with a smile. The man took his wife's hand and stroked her slowly while driving his car.

“Thank” Mumbled Stella.

“Omong-by the way, you looked very familiar with Khalisa. What is it as long as I'm not with you guys hm?” Ask Azam.

“Nothing, we've only decided to befriend” Stella said.

“Good” Sahut Azam.

“I think he's jealous of my presence. He told me about your childhood, it was nice to grow up together in such a good environment, I became jealous of him who could be affectionate by you and your family. Not to mention she was made queen by yama” Stella said.

“That's just the past, Stella. We were together when he was a kid. After he had entered the 1st grade of Elementary School, he had moved to the santriwati cottage, only abi, umi and sister Maryam who often met him there. I was too busy with my education.

Umi is the only queen for me. And you are his consort” Azam said.

“Emm, so yes?” Stella muttered, her clean face managed to blush in embarrassment because of Azam's words.

Azam nodded, “Iya dear. Are you jealous?” Ask, teasing the wife.

“There, I'm just asking and conveying arguments” said Stella then, “ah yes, do you like egg balado? Want to cook that?” stella asked, switching the conversation.

“Bby, I will help you later” Sahut Azam.

Stella immediately shook her head, “I would usually be nervous if seen in doing work” he said.

“I didn't see you, I helped you. Do you know, if cooking with the addition of affectionate spices it will add to the taste of the cuisine itself?” Sahut Azam's.

“Do not know, there is something like that?” Stella.

“Then from that, let's try. I have also never tried it myself but, umi said like that” Sahut Azam.

Stella chuckled, it turned out that it was the recipe formula from her mother-in-law.

They went through the afternoon trip well. Arriving at home, Azam immediately cleaned himself and performed maghrib worship to the nearest mosque.

“Old card, mas?” Tanya Stella, the woman was concocting balado seasoning and saw her husband with a sarong and kopyah that was still attached, just returned from the mosque.

“Jalan foot” He replied then put his copy on the dining table and walked towards Stella.

“Kan no motor, mas. Why walk? Not tired?” Ask Stella.

“Sunnah is indeed on foot, Stella. The Prophet said that whoever walks to the mosque, then at each step will be given one price, one sin is eliminated and raised one degree by Allah SWT, it is the content of the Hadith Muslim History” Azam replied as he stood beside his wife who was blending the spices.

“What can I do?” Ask Azam.

Stella pointed to a boiled egg that was ripe but, not yet peeled the skin, “Please peel the egg, mas. Soon it's in for dinner but, I haven't even cooked the season” Stella said.

Since then he was complicated himself with his steps in cooking, not to mention finding out a tutorial on distinguishing kitchen spices such as ginger, galangal, and friends.

“It's okay, baby. I will pray first, later we just have dinner” Azam said.

After peeling off some of the chicken eggs, Azam hugged Stella from behind, the woman sauteed the season.

“If with another woman, maybe yes. I already have a wife like you, beautiful and perfect. I do not want to sin by having a warm attitude to other women, this is all if it is with the wife who has received multiple rewards, halal and fun too” Azam said.

Stella was almost drunk with Azam's words. It feels so beautiful, but this is not the first time she has had a love affair with a man. But the atmosphere feels so different.

“Halal dating is like this, not bad is it?” Ask Azam.

Stella nodded doubtfully, half dead she held back the embarrassment. Like there were thousands of butterflies flying in his stomach.

Azam immediately turned off the stove in front of Stella and turned his wife's tiny body to face her.

“What's up?” Ask Stella.

Azam brought his face closer, “So from today we are dating?” tanyakanya.

Stella hesitated in response. Actually it's not a doubt, maybe like nervousness and awkwardness?

“Yes, thank you dear” Azam said then showered Stella with a kiss on the right cheek, left, forehead, nose and then lips briefly.

“What is your courtship style like?” Stella was confused.

“Sure, you're my first boyfriend. It's been a first girlfriend, halal anyway. So, I'm free to hug and kiss you like I just” Sahut Azam, she smiled happily. It was seen that the man was not helped.

Not long after, the sound of Adhan isya reverberated, calling Muslims to worship.

This time, Azam performed his prayers at home. He said he didn't want his wife to wait too long for dinner.

“If the child says now, she is being drunk love” muttered Stella as she watched her husband climb into their room.

About 15 minutes later, Azam came back down. The man has been replaced with sleep pajamas, apparently he all changed so that later more relaxed.

“Aready?” Azam asked, seeing the balado eggs and white rice were ready at the dinner table. He went downstairs while kissing his wife.

Stella nodded, “Sit down” he said.

Azam was silent for a while, seeing Stella preparing her dinner. With a big smile and completely unblinking eyes, Stella misbehaves herself.

“Don't look at me that way, you made me wrong, Stella said, reprimanding her husband.

“Do you mind if tonight I want to be fed by you?” Ask Azam.

Stella frowned, “You're not getting stuck right?” he said, putting the back of his hand on her forehead, checking that the man's body temperature was still normal.

“I want to be spoiled with my girlfriend, am I wrong? Is that too much?” Ask Azam.

Stella smiled, very anxious with her husband.

“Nothing wrong, I'll bribe you tonight” Stella said then sucked a mouthful of rice and side dishes for her husband.

“Aaaaa” Like a starving boy, Azam let out that voice, before finally, “hap” the bribe landed in his mouth. Invite the naughtiness of the wife.

And so on until the food on the plate was gone.

“Now change, I want to spoil my wife this” Azam said while putting rice on Stella's plate, also the side dish they cooked together earlier.

“Are we not like teenagers dating?” Stella Sahut.

“It's okay. If the word children today is called bucin, dear”

They chuckled together with Azam's words earlier.