How I Love You Season 1 And 2..

88. And finally.

That night Arini, Imam and Aisya relax in the family room of their new home. After the grave last night outside. Because it has not been able to shop for kitchen and other needs.

Aisya looks very happy, because now she has a complete family. What makes his heart happy the most is, Arini who became his mother.

The night was getting late, Aisya was already asleep in the sofa. After tired of learning to memorize a short letter with mother Arini and father Imam.

" Aisya is broken, huh mas?" ask Arini who just returned from the room to change clothes because of the spillage of coffee belonging to the Imam earlier.

The Imam turned to Arini, while the Imam was stunned to see Arini who looked very tempting. Moreover, the Imam did not expect Arini to wear clothes that he deliberately prepared it. A maroon red pajama, made from satin short sleeves and long thighs. His hair was long and his back was allowed to unravel. It is so pleasing to the eyes of a husband.

Yes, Allah. Then a favor from you that I can deny. What a beautiful creation you have with all the perfection. Thank God you gave me a nice wife when I looked at her. And obey everything I say. Make us a family of Sakinah, Mawadah and Warohmah. A family that is always grateful for all the favors you give. Aamiins.

The priest swallowed his saliva. Holding back the foreign wind that culminated in him.

" Dude..!" call Arini to disperse the priest's daydreams fascinated by the beauty and beauty of his wife.

" Haahhhhhhhhhh. I_yes, it's booby nii Aishnya." said Imam terbatasut.

" Yes, I've. Take Aisya to the room.!" tell Arini while cleaning up the books scattered on the table. A few cups and a few cups.

" Room, don't let our room donk baby.!"

" Iss, mom. Don't start it!" groused Arini while walking into the kitchen carrying a tray containing the cups.

Only then will the Imam raise Aisha. Ehh, that little sigadist woke up instead.

" Mother, Aisya wants to bob the same Mother!" said Aisya, with a bent face restraining her drowsiness.

The priest rounded his eyes. Instantly his face scowled in annoyance as well as disappointment at that moment.

" Yes, that's. Dear Yuuk, Mother of thorns.!" said Arini approached Aisya who was already standing while hugging her beloved panda doll.

Arini smiled, as she glanced at her extremely upset husband. His face was sour from disappointment. Maybe in his heart he had cursed so - so.

" Astafirullah, what a test of patience for Your servant O Allah.!" gerutu Imam slowly. However, Arini who heard it, was eager to laugh.

An hour passed, Aisya was already asleep in her room. Arini, too, got out of there at exactly 10 p.m. Walked to his room, but got to his room. Arini did not find her husband there.

" Where is the Imam? Has he not been in the room since and is still downstairs.?" muttered Arini, then rushed down to look for her husband.

As soon as he went down the stairs, Arini saw the Imam lying on a sofa. His arms covered his eyes. Whether you are asleep or not.

" Well, "godly Arini approached the Imam. But, there's no answer. He has fallen asleep into his dreamland.

Arini smiled, looking at some of her husband's sweet face. Then step into the kitchen to wash the cup that he had left at the kitchen table earlier. When busy washing the cup in the sink. Arrived, arrived,

Deg, man,

Arini's heart seemed to stop beating, he had gasped when a pair of sturdy hands wrapped around his stomach. And a person's chin rests on his shoulders.

" Salat yuuk first, Rin!" take the Imam and then kiss his wife's left cheek. Arini who momentarily froze, immediately washed her hands.

***

After performing two prayers, before performing husband and wife worship. Praying for the good of marriage on the path that God has guided. And it will be given the mandate to be born to generations who look in the way of Allah, defending the religion of Allah.

" Kok, so shaky gini yaa. Rin?" chirps the Imam while sitting face to face at the bedside. Suddenly the laughter of Arini gushed, how could her husband who from yesterday - yesterday was very excited even arrived - suddenly so stiff gini.

" Mum, seriously, baby!"

Arini squinted her forehead while she sneered so as not to laugh anymore.

" The spirit was trembling, mas.! Yesterday - yesterday was not gini, right?" tanya Arini held her husband's palm, cold and sweaty.

" So, funny you know?"

The priest scratched his non-itchy nape. For some reason, his heart was suddenly agitated that - if, tonight would be the same as the night before.

" Yes, that's. Sleep yuuk, I've also started sleepy nieh, mas!" said Arini while stretching his hands up, because it feels stiff and tired all day beberes his room and room Aisya.

" Eeeh, wait for Donk Rin! Time to fail again?" sahut Imam melas's. Arini chuckles.

" Kan just said it, I was afraid that Aisya would come rich usually. Come on, let's go to sleep!"

" Yes, that's. Seriously this!"

Arini smiled, looking at the husband's face. The eyes of the Imam sayu seem to imply a desire to have Arini completely.

Slowly the Imam pushed, Arini to lie down. Overlapping on the slim body of Arini, the left hand of the Imam is used as a stack to give a little distance. He saw the beautiful face of his wife. A pure white face with a red tinge on both cheeks.

" I want you, Rin!" said the Imam while gently stroking Arini's left cheek gently.

Then without waiting for an answer from Arini, the Imam had already lowered his face. However, Arini suddenly restrained the lips of the Imam with his left hand.

" Heeemt, what's Rin?"

Arini smiled, then shook her head. The priest lowered his face again. And again Arini shut her mouth.

" What, honey?" asked the Imam in a frustrated breath. Because when he started to get serious, Arini instead did strange things. And it repeats itself three times.

" God, what else, Arini my wife my love, my love, my love, my soul mate?" the Imam began to get upset.

" Aisha, how about.?" asked Arini, who was now even the one who was afraid of Aisya woke up and followed.

Huufff...

" Dear, it's almost eleven in the evening. So there's no way, Aisya wakes up and annoys us."

Arini nodded, and understood. Aisya usually comes when it is still eight or nine nights. Since it was almost eleven in the evening, it was unlikely that Aisya would wake up from her sleep.

Slowly the Imam lowered his head. Gently eroding the distance between the two. The imam of men**m Arini is very deep, and the longer it goes deeper.

Channeling all desires that have been delayed for many days. With the breath hunting each other and the fur - the sweaty feathers flooded the skin. They both unite the body and the deepest love. Mixing love in a passionate longing.

Worship mesrah in the chant of a beautiful, soft melody of love full of meaning. Romanticism and physical warmth that feel heavenly pleasures. What is lawful to you is true pleasure.

Which favor of your Lord do you deny.

With the breath still hunting, the Imam then staggered to the side of the bed after enjoying the happy passionate moment.

Drawn blanket rather tight even though from the beginning already covered the lower body at that time. The Imam and Arini did do so politely and as has been recommended in Islam to cover with a blanket. If we are ashamed of man, we should be ashamed of our Creator.

Huddling to the left, Arini set her breath still hunting. The priest hugged Arini from behind, under a soft blanket. Arini warmly squeezed the Imam's skin on his back. Fingers - fingers linked together do not want to be separated.

Arini was amazed by the Imam's treatment of him. Not to compare. However, the Imam's treatment was so gentle and warm, slightly different from the Fa'i of old. Until without feeling Arini so lulled and enjoyed it very much.

I don't know who fell asleep first. Still in a state of innocence and hugging Arini and Imam slept in their beautiful dreams.

Thank you for stopping by.

Sorry for the unpaired ones. The author alone must hold his breath.hhhh So shame my own her.

Healthy is always all.