WHY LOVE
Vacation (3)

The expanse of tea garden on Sunday at 6 am is still covered in white fog. Cold air felt piercing to the bone marrow. The saint sits behind a dewy window, gazing at the beautiful view of the mist, a painting of nature created by the Almighty. He had opened the window for a moment, but a gust of cold air made him sneeze, so he chose to close the window again.

The saint let his half-wet hair down. The bandrek drink he brewed was enough to warm his body. Fortunately, the atmosphere inside the villa was normal. Much different if the door or window is opened, the cold immediately blows in.

The saint turned his head when he heard the sound of the door lock being turned. He greeted someone who had just entered and locked the door again with a crackle bag.

"What did Mas Nico bring?"

Nico gave the crackle he held to the Saints. "I told Mr. Mamat to buy chicken porridge. Come on, have breakfast!"

Two cups of chicken porridge are still hot and fragrant savory, so appetizing. Accompanied by hot fresh tea, the two ate voraciously. Cold weather is defeated by the warmth of food and drinks that enter the stomach.

"Honey, where do you want to go? I'm ready to be a guide." Nico pulled the unraveled Holy hair forward, pinning it to the back of the ear.

Both chicken porridge is already barren. The romance last night with a long duration, made energy drained and stomach rumbling.

"I want to take a walk in the tea garden but wait for the nongol sun so you all sunbathe. Continue to the safari park, continue to want to pray at Atta'awun Mosque. I really want to visit that mosque. I saw it in Sosmed viral. He said no holiday to the top without visiting the Atta'awun mosque." Suci dictated one by one with his finger, the tourist destination he wanted to visit during his stay at Puncak.

"Ready, Mistress. Drivers will drive you wherever the madam wants." Nico raised his right hand up, a sign of respect.

Suci chuckled at her husband's absurd behavior. "It's up to Mas Nico where to go."

"I really want him to go. No need to leave the villa." Nico blinked his eyes flirtatiously.

"Hadeuh, you pervert in your brain, Mas. Why vacation if you just stay in the room. I live at home." The saint was singing his lips. Whether all men's brains are the same, his mind is not far from the affairs of the bed. Sacred Inner.

Nico just chuckles to see his wife look upset.

"An extra one, baby. Afternoon sport. Abis isya we go back to Jakarta."

The saints will protest. But Nico silenced the Holy lips that would speak. He locked her lips with his. Exchange salivary.

The shrewd play of his lips and tongue left Saints helpless, who were initially willing to protest at Nico's request. Now even lulled with games that cause electric shock and hissing that propagates following the flow of blood.

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As Holy wishes, the Sunday event begins with a morning jog around the tea garden, enjoying the cool clean air and fresh eyes staring at the green expanse, as far as the eye can see.

Suci walked while watching the tea-picking mothers who worked quickly using pickled scissors, once smiling and greeting each other with the mothers in his path.

Nico who carries a camera hanging from his neck swiftly picked up the candid camera as his wife smiled, smelled the aroma of tea leaves, and other gestures that he thought were good and natural.

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Afternoon. After complacent touring in Taman Safari also visited the Atta'awun mosque, now both of them lay themselves on the bed. They unwinded after previously bathing together.

"Where, satisfied his streets?" Nico grasped Holy's hand and squeezed it gently.

"Oh, cape yes but very satisfied. It just feels right now, my legs are so sore." The saint rose from his sleep. Change the position of leaning his back on the head of the bed with a pillow. His hands were massaging his sore calves.

"I haven't cape yet. There was still one more event, the new cape-" Nico rolled his eyes meaningfully. His hands were massaging the calves, slowly creeping up. After bathing, his body more refreshed and eager to end the holiday event by again oppressing the wife.

"I cape, Mas-" Whiney Sacred, spoiled.

"Sir papa. Just shut up, baby. Let me work!"

And the cold afternoon outside was different from the atmosphere inside the room. Hot and sweaty.

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Time home.

Nico clenched some money into the hands of Mr. Mamat while shaking hands to leave. With a face of shame but implied twinkle happy, Mr. Mamat thanked him.

"Darling, we'll eat first. Satay bunny, will you?" bargain Nico as the car starts to drive away from the Villa gate. Tracing the paved village road to the highway.

"Hm. May-may-" The saint chooses to be afraid. His body was so tired that it was lazy to give an idea.

The car drove away from the Puncak area after enjoying dinner with the main menu of rabbit satay. Tiring day-to-day activities plus 'afternoon workouts' that drain the energy, make the Saints sleep all the way.

Nico once glanced at the woman beside him who looked slumbering. Backrest seat shifted back make Holy sleep more comfortable. Swiped with affection, the head of a beautiful woman wrapped in a headscarf that has managed to change the course of her life and destiny.

Cup.

Stalled streets are used by Nico by giving a kiss many times full of feeling. A deep kiss was placed on Nico's forehead with his head tilted to face him. The Saints are not disturbed at all. He was really good in his sleep. Weary.

Nico's stamina is so strong. There was more happiness emanating from his face than fatigue.

After passing through traffic jams from the number of reverse flow vehicles to Jakarta, his SUV vehicle sped quickly on the toll road. Go home.

I have written your name in my heart

And I will take care of it with all my heart

No one can remove it

Or replace it

Loving you has brought me closer to the Most Love

I really fell in love deeply

Just because of the veil-worn face

And a smile that soothes the view

Him, My Wife