Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

The Ustadz Yasir Cult

The first time to combine love, the extraordinary thing that Agam has only felt throughout this life. The man kissed the head of the wife very gently, under the blanket that had covered their innocent body, Jena was so unexpected that she finally fell drooping in the arms of this young man.

"So, I'm not a little boy anymore right," he asked, with a fingers playing the strands of the wife's hair.

There is still a red hue on Jena's face, how can this young man make her crazy a moment ago"Hemmm, just think of it," he said trying to wake up.

Immediately, Agam held his wife's body to remain in his arms"Where are you going? don't tell me you're embarrassed to face me, "laugh as if to make fun of Jena.

Jena's brown bead tip glanced at Agam"Then? why should I be ashamed?."

Back, a pair of dimples printed clearly on both cheeks of Agam"Your voice still ringing in my ears, dear."

Baby??? why did hearing that call from an Agam make a blushing face that started to turn red again? Jena was worried that the sultry face would turn like a boiled crab.

Really, this is not the first time he is called a darling. Arabella, the sweet mother-in-law like sugar Java often called her that name, but her heart suddenly dangdut when Agam who called her that name. In order to neutralize the heart that was jumping, Jena chose to just keep quiet to hear the whisper of Agam. And...why does the man's whisper make his hair bristle?

Finding Jena who was silent, Agam was more concerned about the nose of the wife's face. Sure enough, the woman was wearing an excessive blush.

"What's wrong with your ears?" asked Agam, a red hue that spread to the auricle making Agam even more opium tempting the wife he had just conquered.

Jena held onto his ear"What's wrong with my ear?."

Turning from playing the strand of hair, Agam touched Jena's earlobe slowly"I know, you're blushing embarrassed. Not only the face, the earlobe can also blush embarrassed."

Jena sneered, after getting her rights as a husband, does this little boy have a new hobby? teasing him with a face that was getting more handsome in his eyes.

"You, so here's your real face, you're so annoying to keep teasing me, Agam," Jena joked. However, the man was not afraid to hear the wife's emotional voice, for him this angry face was adorable.

Agam looked at Jena fixedly, laughed a little and then put his head in the niche of Jena's neck.

"Hi, what are you doing??" exclaimed the long-spirited woman.

"I'm going to show my real face, so be prepared," Agam chuckled, he tickled Jena at the waist while smirking his wife's face in tears.

Jena who couldn't bear to suddenly scream. As their room grew rowdy, crisp laughter rang out so loud from inside their room. Then, wasn't Gibran also in the residence, what was his reaction when he heard the two people joking?

"Ck! I didn't expect the two creatures to be this noisy" he muttered, putting on a headset. A cold night may be heavy tonight, hearing Gibran's voice alone can ensure they have truly united in love. Opium love is also a sense of love that always makes you want and want again, Gibran was doubtful whether he could survive in this residence if strange noises were heard coming back from inside the newlyweds' room.

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Ripples of water as fast as possible, there is no sign of the flood will subside. In addition, the rain drops for so long, although small will slowly form a puddle of water that adds to the depth of the water.

In a tent that was built close to the refugee camps, Zafirah looked at the night sky with the lights of the temaran. Alone, the girl hugged her feet in a warm tea tank made by Syabila.

Staring at the green prayer mat, the girl's heart was still painful. What kind of demon was holding his heart, staring at the gift of Agam alone caused a deep longing. Like a slow rain, a puddle of tears fell from both eyes. For the umpteenth time, Zafirah pleads with the creator, culling the feeling that should not rest in the chest.

The girl stared at the direction of the voice, Yasir standing outside the tent wearing an umbrella.

"I've run this far, but she's so at home in my heart" he said.

Yasir said"No, it is not Agam who is filling your heart, it is the demon Zafirah. Remember that! what you think will form perfectly in your subconscious, especially love that is too deep. Be careful not until you become a thorn in your brother's housewife."

"Although just a thorn, envy and spite will be the fuel that forms small spines into sharp swords, slashing the sail of the ship they are sailing until it is tossed in a sea of disappointment. If all has happened, not only Agam and Jena are disappointed, you as a small thorn will also bear that disappointment. With the language now, you'll be stamped into a household destroyer, "very heart-piercing, Yasir really shakes the recesses of a Zafirah who is distraught by love.

"Astaghfirullah, please save me," he said staring at Yasir.

"Don't ask me for help, the heart that God has placed on you, you must take control immediately. I just want to say, you'll be ruined if you live in control of love, but your life will improve if you control love."

The words of this man actually slapped the Zafirah consciousness. All this time in the name of love, he seemed to intend to forget Agam, but actually still framing the face of the man on the wall of his heart.

"You're a hypocrite, Zafirah," he hissed to himself.

"Do not judge yourself, you are not God the Creator. Things wouldn't be good if they were accompanied by anger."

The woman's cry was getting broken, how stupid she had been all this time.

"You look so messy, put on your headset and listen to your divine speech. Looking at the sky even though it rains like this is quite pleasant Zafirah," said Yasir.

"I say yes, overcome your sadness. Remember, if he's not your match, there's someone who's solidifying before it's time to make a match with you" he added.

"Hick...," Zafirah took a breath in sobs"Consider his advice," he said.

"Together" said the man.

"Ah one more," he said before actually leaving Zafirah, making the girl look back at Yasir.

"Just flip-flops have a partner, it's impossible that you don't have a partner."

The man's chatter made Zafriah laugh.

"Yes, I'm going first. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam" said Zafirah smiling as he wiped away tears.

To be continued...

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