You Forgot Me Your Queen
Yes Humairah

After spending two games, Kalisa and Rama both fell. The chest looked up and down, still feeling the sting of release they just got.

A sting that melts his entire nerve.

It feels so thrilling as well as fun. As if dancing on the clouds, they were both floating around.

This feeling feels very different from the previous romance. More intoxicating, even capable of paralyzing Kalisa's consciousness.

Under the body of Rama, the woman's lips melodious while continuing to call her husband's name with affection.

Mas Rama's. The call is like a spell to the name owner.

Not only Kalisa, Rama also did the same thing, men play love songs. Right in his wife's ear.

While in the hearts of both, prayer continues to flow non-stop, asking the power that their households, given the blessings of sakinah, mawadah and warahmah.

Before Rama lay down, the man took the time to kiss in his wife's wet forehead. Wet because of sweat due to their activities.

Rama collapsed beside Kalisa's body.

The sound of breathing could be heard chasing each other, normalizing the air pressure.

Rama straightened his arm, then raised Kalisa's head and placed it there. Make his arm a cushion.

The two of them stared at each other, as Rama and Kalisa tilted their bodies. Smiles were thrown at each other.

"I love you, Kalisa." Rama said, the habit after they made love, the man was never absent and always said the sentence.

And strangely, like never bored, as much as Rama said, Kalisa's chest always felt pounding and misbehavior.

"habit." Rama's words made Kalisa think, what habits? His inner.

"His cheeks like red." Follow the man as he chuckles a little. Funny about his wife.

The woman throttled. "That's why don't you tease me." Kalisa's whine sounded spoiled from behind Rama's armpits. She still wanted to hide, not showing her face in front of her husband.

Slowly, the man pulled the face of the wife, no rejection but Kalisa still trying to avoid the gaze, the shade full of love, ah it seems that it wants to make Kalisa crazy. Yes, he was infatuated with a Rama.

"Yes, Humairah..." Call Rama friendly, full of tenderness makes Kalisa's heart beat great.

The woman clearly knows the meaning of the call, Humairah is the beloved call of Prophet Muhammad for his beloved wife, Ummul mukminin, noble lady sayyidatina Aisyah RA, which means 'Geek red cheeks' Romantic, isn't it?

"Yes, Humairah..." Call Rama again. While the index finger of the man moved on the cheek of his wife.

Oh my God, Kalisa's heart doesn't stop pounding. Why Rama likes to make it float like this.

Slowly, Kalisa turned his head, looking at the handsome face with those tanned eyeballs. The woman gave a smile, and Rama replied with a flirtatious blink.

Kalisa's reflex hit the chest of that field. "Remember, Humairah is our son." Kalisa said in a joking manner. His heart was blossoming like there were thousands of butterflies flying in there.

Rama leaned in, stuck the tip of his nose with the tip of Kalisa's nose, and swiped it.

"But this is my passion." Reply to Rama, then quickly kiss Kalisa's cheek. Clutching that slender waist.

And both of them chuckle simultaneously.