Hate Is Love's

Gear Stick

Seeing his wife's slightly tense face, Daffa again gave kisses on the beautiful face. He knew for sure Geya was wary of receiving an attack from him. As much as possible he wants to make the wife relax and enjoy their romance. Gaining a gentle touch from her husband, Geya's tension gradually lessened.

Daffa's eyes looked straight at the narrow valley before him. The valley will take him to a new, intoxicating world. The man was preparing to break through the thin fog that was in front of the narrow valley. After chanting the prayer in a quiet voice, the man was ready to travel through the narrow valley to find a lake that could spout fountains.

Daffa started moving the gear stick. He concentrated, took a deep breath and slowly pressed his gas pedal. It turns out that penetrating the thin fog is not easy. The man was forced to rewind his gear stick, then advance it again.

The second experiment was still unsuccessful, but once the man did not give up. He rewinds and then restores his gear stick. A little more mist can be penetrated. For the fourth time he rewinded his gear stick, then positioned it in a neutral position. Several times he stepped on the gas pedal, then once pulled, he advanced the gear stick at full speed.

Geya's small moans were heard when her husband's long vehicle broke through the thin fog and made it through her narrow valley. For a while Daffa was still in parking mode. Back the man gave a touch to neutralize the pain that whack the wife.

His lips continued to kiss the ripe lips that had become his candlestick. Thanks to Daffa's fondling, Geya slowly forgot the pain and pain that had been afflicted. The husband had managed to make it soar again. Daffa's long vehicle began to move around exploring what was in his wife's narrow valley. Several times he played his gear stick back and forth.

It turned out that exploring the narrow valley of his wife was so much fun. Tiringly, he continued to play his gear stick, exploring the contents of that narrow valley, back and forth like the rhythm of a song. The further Daffa drove, the more he began to see the lake ahead. The man increased his speed, then went into the lake. Immediately a burst of water came out from within it.

Geya's breathing sounded breathless, the owner of the narrow valley shaking violently as the fountain managed to gush out. Daffa embraced his wife's body, giving the woman time to rest for a while. Then the man started playing his gear stick again. The long vehicle returned to play in the narrow valley of the wife.

Seeing the time approaching the end point, the sky began to darken, making Daffa accelerate his adventure. His vehicle moved faster and faster to explore the narrow valley. For the second time the lake inside was made to take out its fountain, and make Daffa more and more often play the stick percilingnya back and forth.

Daffa rewinded the gear stick, then at full force he pressed the gas pedal. His long vehicle slid down and stomped to the end. After several strokes, the long vehicle reached the end to release oil that inundated the narrow valley. The man kept his position until all his oil came out.

“Still, dear.”

A kiss landed on Geya's forehead which was filled with sweat points. Daffa's body was no less sweaty after playing his gear stick in the narrow valley of the wife. He slowly rolled his body to the side. Geya's chest was still moving up and down, her roar of breath was still heard. Daffa pulled his wife's body, hugged her while recovering the drained energy.

Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall of the room, fifteen minutes more adzan maghrib will reverberate. The man got up and grabbed the towel that was thrown to the floor. He immediately went into the bathroom, then lit a water faucet to fill the bath tube. Daffa came out and took his wife's body. Slowly he put his wife into the bathtub.

“Have it not for long, dear. Maghrib.” in a moment

Only a nod was given by Geya. He was too embarrassed to open his voice. Now she is a real wife. Actually he was surprised that Daffa would pounce on him immediately after work. He thought the man would wait until nightfall. But it turns out that passion and passion have overcome everything. But once the woman remained happy managed to give her precious crown which is the right of her husband.

After a mandatory bath and dressing, Daffa rushed to the mosque in the residential complex where he lived with Reyhan and Aqeel. While Geya chose prayer in the room. The lower part is still painful due to the breakthrough of the husband's gear stick.

After performing the congregational maghrib prayer, the pilgrims still stay there to listen to the short tausyiah. This activity is always routine. In addition to adding religious insight, also to establish the friendship of the residents of the complex. Tausyiah is usually held until the end of Isya. After praying together, then they return to their respective homes.

After a brief conversation with his neighbors, Reyhan, Aqeel and Daffa immediately returned home. Ayunda and Iza are preparing dinner. Reyhan and Aqeel immediately went into the room to change clothes. Daffa paused to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Daf.. call Geya, dinner is ready,” said Ayunda.

“Iya, ma.”

“Geeya is fine, right? Is she sick?”

“Emang why, ma?”

“Tumben does not pray together in mushola. He usually comes to dinner, but does not go out of the room. Mama is afraid she is sick, because it keeps on in front of the laptop.”

“Geyya is fine, ma. I'll call you shortly.”

Before moving to his room, Daffa put down his used drinking glass first. Then he went to the second floor. When the man opened the door, Geya was sitting on the side of the bed. Daffa removed the kopeah from his head, changed his clothes to house clothes and removed the sheath. Now the bottom of the man is only wrapped in knee-length shorts.

Near him Geya who had just sat down while bowing her head.

“Ge.. down, yuk. Dinner is ready.”

“Shame, bang.”

“Then why?”

“My path is strange.”

At first Daffa did not understand what his wife said. But then he understood why Geya said the way was strange. Surely he still felt pain in the bottom after receiving the onslaught of his gear stick.

“You ate in the room?”

“Do not. Later mama even suspected.”

“You're older than fat?”

“Ngga. Shame, bang.”

“How to, dong?”

“Jalan aja, but slowly. Brother hold me.”

“Ayo.”

Daffa got up from his seat, then extended his hand. Geya stood up and welcomed her husband's hand. His his hissing when he felt the lower part was painful when his legs began to move. Slowly the woman moved her legs out of the room. Carefully, his feet descended the steps one by one. Ayunda who saw her daughter-in-law walking in a limp step immediately understood what had happened between the youngest child and her daughter-in-law.

Reyhan who had just come out saw Daffa walking Geya and pulled a chair for her. The sight also did not escape Aqeel's attention. Reyhan approached and pulled the usual chair.

“You're sick, Ge?” ask Reyhan.

“Ngga, pa.”

“Sickness abis dapet delicious, pa,” chirps Aqeel.

Just remember the man's words invited a plot from Daffa. Geya directly lowered her head. His face was already blushing red, just like a boiled crab. Reyhan gave a smile, already understanding what the second child meant. And so is Ayunda. The woman sat down near her husband after putting the last meal on the table.

“Your internship report is done?” Reyhan turned the question to something else so that the son-in-law would not feel embarrassed.

“Udah, pa. Stay guidance continue seminar.”

“Hopefully smooth, yes. If you need help, you can ask for help Bibie or Friend. If you ask for help Daffa, even injected you.”

Uhuk..

Daffa who was chewing food immediately choked to hear the bad words of his father. Aqeel laughed with satisfaction at the face of the younger brother. Geya again lowered her head. She quickly finished her meal, so as not to continue to get temptations from her husband's family.

As usual, after dinner, Geya used to help her mother-in-law clean up the used dinner equipment. This time, however, Ayunda banned it. He asked Geya to sit down. Inevitably the woman complies, because indeed the bottom still hurts if you move a lot.

After cleaning the used utensils, Ayunda entered his room. He came out soon and approached his daughter-in-law. The woman hands Geya a gel in tube form. Ayunda had indeed prepared the medicine for his son-in-law. But he forgot to give it.

“Use this.”

“What is this, ma?”

“To relieve pain. Smeared on the surface, yes. Let the swelling disappear and the pain decrease.”

“Still, ma.”

Geya's face blushed to hear the words of her mother-in-law, but no doubt her hand took the pain relief gel. He decided to go back to the room and rest his body that felt sore, like being crushed by a stum car. Daffa again helped his wife back to the room.

Arriving in the room, Geya did not immediately use the medicine given by her in-laws. He just put the gel on the nightstand. His hand grabbed the remote then turned on the flat screen in front of him. Daffa approached the bed, his eyes immediately fixed on the gel that was on the nightstand.

“This what?”

“Gel for missingin sick.”

Daffa took the gel, then read the contents inside. Once read he knew where to put the gel. The man climbed into the bed carrying the gel.

“Come wear first.”

“Later, bang.”

“Pake now. Said sick. Here brother help.”

“Ngga please, let me just.”

“If you are using, later can not be flat. Let me be the same brother.”

Constantly urged by her husband, Geya had no reason to refuse. Embarrassed, he let Daffa open his pants. Gently Daffa applied the gel where it should be. Then there was a fad in him. While applying the gel, his finger snuck in until it made Geya strangle. The woman's reflex hit her husband's arm.

“Abang.”

“Hahaha. sorry, darling. Abis gemes.”

Instead of stopping, Daffa returned to playing his finger, even after he finished applying the gel. What the man did was successful in getting Geya back on the hook. She tried to remind her husband again, but his voice sounded heavy and like a temptation in Daffa's ears.

“Again, Yang,” whispered Daffa.

Without waiting for Geya's answer, Daffa immediately cursed his wife's lips. The man immediately gave a deep and intense kiss. The heat quickly returned between the two. Daffa's hands had begun to guerrilla, touching sensitive points on his wife's body. Geya resignedly received all the touches of her husband that she knew would end where her husband's action was.

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After performing the shabuh prayer service, Geya chose to lie back on the bed. His body was completely exhausted, after a long fight last night. Especially before the dawn of her husband was again asking for rations from her. Inevitably, Geya must serve the desires of her husband who is still not satisfied playing with her.

Not only was his body sore, but his eyes were also heavy. Her sleep was reduced by her husband. Not to mention the area under his body was still a little pain, complete already the suffering that Geya felt. Suffering that brings pleasure of course.

Daffa, who had just returned from the mosque, immediately changed his cocoon and removed the scabbard and climbed into the bed. He slipped into the blanket and hugged his wife. It was fortunate that today he took the day shift, so could rest his body longer.

“Ke campus what time, babe?”

“Ngga so.”

“Why? Lecturer does not exist?”

“Banku cape really, bang. My path is still strange.”

Daffa chuckled at his wife's answer. He knows he's been hurting his wife nonstop since last night. But how else, what Geya has presents a delicious dish and makes him not want to stop to taste it. It even became a joke for him. Moreover, they had delayed almost two more weeks to have a husband and wife relationship.

“Yes, you rest at home.”

“Abang, not working?”

“I'm out at lunch.”

“Means brother home at night, dong.”

“Again tasks until nine p.m. Why?”

“Bakalan kangen sama brother.”

“Yesterday brother stay long work also you do not protest.”

“Kan yesterday I had a job. Now my work is done, so just stay at home continue.”

“You are Tengokin grandpa, let's not be bosen. Or rest at home, ready to power again.”

“Ish.. Brother not cape what?”

“Ngga, lah. Precisely it's one way to refill energy and spirit.”

Geya poked her lips. But it must be admitted, she also likes her new activities with her husband. The woman let go of Daffa's embrace, then turned to face him.

“Abang. We are not yet on our honeymoon.”

“Where are you going for your honeymoon, baby?”

“Not yet, too. For sure in the same mattress brother, hihihi.”

“Addiction, yes. Want to play again?”

“Ngga ah, cape. I'm going to bed, sleepy.”

“Ya is sleeping now. Later before my brother leaves for the hospital, we play again yes.”

Geya's lips pursed on hearing her husband's request. Daffa quickly kissed those adorable looking lips. Geya's body draws closer to her. The ends of the legs pull a blanket to cover their bodies. Hugging, they took a nap before breakfast.

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Also split the durennya. No longer using the show anymore. I'm not that bad as Daffa😂