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Andra who missed Maulana..

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Kartika released the besan return, by taking them only to the airport. Afterwards, Mau and Isyana spend their nights at the hotel.

At Andra airport, you book tickets for four people. And departure to country I at the third flight hour.

Andra and Kartika immediately prepare all the needs for tomorrow, not to forget to notify Ameera and Hideo.

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"Hello, hail waalaikum."

"Tomorrow, we'll go home."

"Don't tell Najwa, yeah let us be a surprise for him."

"Thank you, Meera,"

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Kartika put her phone back in the bag.

"Where are we going, Bang?" ask Kartika because Andra did not pass the road to the house.

"Abang, want to buy Umma's ring," Andra replied with a smile.

"Remember...." Kartika stared in wonder at the man in front of the wheel.

"Let's kayak in that drama, Um,"

"Emang, can't ya?" andra asked, smearing her lips in disappointment.

"That's western culture, Bang. However, the way recommended in Islam is not like that. Enough you menghitahnya directly to both parents or guardians," explained Kartika gomas, may-can his son hit the drama bucin virus.

" Yes, Um. Then we buy another gift. How's it?" rayu Andra put up her puppy eyes.

"Haish, this is the kid. It was also the wine, still using the style," Kartika grumbled then threw his gaze out the window.

At the reject, Andra will issue another style. Until his wish is fulfilled by the umma.

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Who had booked a bridal room at the hotel. Made by its design. As well as some ornaments and decorations that make the feathers goosebumps instantly.

The aroma of therapy is soothing, even making his mind traveling. His hand immediately guided the slim body that was sculpting in front of the door.

Isyana looks to have opened her veil, and stripped one by one of her jewelry.

"Here, why even dumb," reprimanded the man with his eyes that made it melt.

Even Isyana just wanted to faint, so that tonight can be passed easily, without the need for heart exercises like this.

"I-I, want to clean first yes," said the woman of Indian descent with a body that is still wrapped in her Muslim clothes, "short of time."

Without hearing the consent of the husband, Isyana immediately fussed with lightning style.

"Okay, ouch.mami. Nana deg-degan's heart. How's this, how'd it get nervous?" oceh Isyana quietly behind the bathroom door that was tightly closed by him.

While on a king-size mattress, Maulana was smiling to herself. Imagining Isyana's expression of blushing and shame.

"Tempo today is he who wants to rush in the application. The turn is legitimate, why is he panicking himself, "monologist Mau, chuckling amusedly. To the extent that, he covered his face with a soft hotel pillow.

He sat his body, unbuttoning some buttons on his shirt. Until, it looks singlet as under wear. Keep unbuttoning it down. Throwing his shirt into the laundry bed. His pair of black eyes looked unblinkingly at the bathroom door.

5 mins.

10 mins.

"Well, why is he so long ago." Maulana returned to the bed that was studded with rose petals, laying down the sturdy body of her gallant pus. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then...

Clamps.

The sound of the door opening.

And, instantly, the scented smell of soap tickles his sense of smell.

At that moment his gaze was also focused on the radiant fresh beautiful figure. With hair that is still a little wet and a natural face without make up.

The head and hair that had been covered, now beautifully shone. The calves and arms and neckline that have been wrapped in long cloth.

It was clearly emblazoned displaying beauty, which instantly brought forth flow and sting.

Until upholding something that has been drooping.

Wake up that sparkle throughout his life he endured. His forced passion for long hibernation has now risen to freedom.

"Darling, how long?" tanya Mau when she had brought Isyana into her arms.

He could not stand it, smelling the fragrant aroma on his hair and body.

"You, you..., don't take a shower?" elak Isyana who felt uneasy because he was on the lap of Maulana. With only wrapped in a mini kimono towel. Until, showing her smooth thighs.

"Later I will be, junub,"

"You don't mind, do you? tanya Mau with a flash of light that appeared from the look of her black eyes, "after all I don't smell, really."

Later, Mau recited a prayer to interfere with his wife.

Isyana gave a stifled cry, as Mau buried her face into the front of her body. Where there is a pair of chewy fruit without a wrapper, until the seeds are clearly printed as large as peas.

Want to tighten his embrace, his hands began to actively reveal the kimono that facilitates his work at this time.

"Ohhh...!" the magical voice finally escaped also from both of Isyana's thick lips. When Maulana managed to unveil her kimono, and cupped the chewy fruit with peas seeds that had stood stiff.

"I want...,"

"Hmm...,"

Isyana continued to fumble because she felt the sensation of the first new first he soy sauce for the rest of her life. His mind was empty, a shame that a moment ago had surrounded him. Now, either yawn to where.

Wanna, really big baby at the moment.

Not only was his mouth in action, but his fingers were also beginning to wilt into the sealed protected forest.

He could feel some soft hair. Isyana reflexively widened her path slightly. Until now, Mau fingers freely explore protected forests that have never been touched.

The sighs, rags and screams became one and more and more uncontrollable. Until the two bodies of two people who have been halal, without a thread that covers a single thread. He wanted to break Isyana down, pull the blanket and cover their bodies.

"Allow me, do my duty and ask you for my right, Jauzati," said Mau.

"Do it, jauzi. I'm yours." Then Isyana closed her eyes, as Mau's lips sipped her lips slowly and more demanding.

Until the two have heated up in melodious strains and the rhythm of the shahdu decapan.

Until finally Isyana screeches screeching when the gate of her protected forest is torn apart by the head of a small soldier.

Mau, push him slowly while occasionally giving a kiss on Isyana's forehead, eyes and lips. Saying sorry many times, because he could not stop at this time. Even so, his heart could not bear to see the tears that poured down the two smooth cheeks of the woman who had been intact into his.

Maulana, do his last act. Until they both get to the point of wisdom that most people say the paradise of the world.

"Thank you, baby. You have taken care of and offered it to me." Want to land a kiss repeatedly on a beautiful face that has been limp.

"I like you to call me that, baby," said Isyana with her eyes closed.

" If, then. I will call you dear from now on" said Mau, who now rests on the head of the cot.

Isyana smiled, before long she was already drifting in the contest.

"Why go to sleep?"

"Let me clean up."

Then go down looking for a washcloth and warm water.

Instantly his smile expanded, as he saw the red patches on the sheets. Then, he washed gently on his wife's private area. Clean it out of their love trail.

After that, he again covered Isyana tightly with a blanket. Because, he was not only afraid that his wife was cold. But, he was also afraid if his desire arose again. Meanwhile, Isyana was still stoned like that.

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