Love Shielded Risue

sports by Bilal

The days before their departure to the holy land. Both of them are busy arranging clothes and other necessities. There are how many rules Bilal gave to Merr while there.

That is, the wife must wear the niqab even though it is actually circumcised. Then there are only two colors that are carried, namely white and black.

"A' is hot there. I can't get off the niqab?"

"You can in the room, baby." Bilal closed the zipper of his suitcase. "Our room is cool, because there are AC facilities."

"Huuuh... if it is stuffy when tawaf?"

"It won't be stuffy and hot, baby for a second. Later A'a find a good time for tawaf."

"Yes, yeah..." Merr.

"Okay, it's ready. We're sporting yuk..."

"Exercise again? This morning I was jogging far away."

"We need to maintain stamina. There will be many worship activities that we will live."

"But I'm tired. Want to eat instant noodles first."

"Kok ate instant noodles, anyway? Kan A'a forbid you to eat haphazardly."

"This is a month of not eating noodles. Merr really wants to, A." Whimpering.

"Ntar can eat noodles again, after returning home umrah. For these times multiply eating a balanced diet, yes."

"But... noodles, eggs, the same? Mubasir?" Merr took a step back as her husband approached her, then grabbed her by the waist while smiling.

"Make Hafiz. That kid likes instant noodles. Now we go for an afternoon walk while riding a bike."

"Hiks. but I bought it because I was so scared."

"Don't fuss, rich little boy."

"A'a rese!"

"Well, it's a sign of love. So it has to be rese. Yuk. yuk.. simpen aja annoyed for later. You see, if it is out now even so not cool..mending later only."

"Make later? Meanin?"

"Udah follow aj–"

"A'a don't be that weird, huh? I'm older than you!"

Bilal laughs. "What's the connection, try?"

"Obviously there is, later the quality!" Merr was horrified.

"Where's kualat? A'a, or are you the one who refused the husband, huh?"

"The threat is not good!" Grunt.

"Anything cool?" Bilal laughed as Merr glared at him.

"A'a don't be weird, anyway!"

"It's not weird, it's weird..." Bilal pulls a little Merr's body to take her out of the room.

"Wait...! When I'm going out with a negligee like this?"

"Eh, yes... Astagfirullah al'azim."

"Wouldn't wait to get involved, surely?" Guess Merr.

Bilal laughs. "Su'udzon is a sin... Merr."

"Can't I husnuzon if you're suspicious like this?"

"Hahaha. The hunt is getting late."

"Haw..." Merr sighed. It is better to give in and recede than to cravings.

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His feet were tired of pedaling a bicycle, his sweat was already pouring out. She also stopped several times just to drink, no matter if she had to stay at her husband because she could turn around and go home, then eat her noodles.

Unfortunately, the man quickly realized. He turned his head and came back to follow the wife who had an upset face.

"Well drink? We continue again," said Bilal, who also has sweat a lot.

"I want to go home, this is a long way A'..."

"How far? In front of it, it's the city park we used to visit."

"That city park?" New merr ngeh. "Oh my God, it should be close. But why so far away?"

"Your feelings alone, because it's not sincere?"

"It could be her ngelesnya. Intentionally muter-muter gang until I dizzy myself." Merr's voice sounded hoarse. They are angry but tired.

"Watch a tawaf exercise..." Bilal laughed at the annoyed look of his wife who occasionally wiped off his own sweat.

Basic A'a! sometimes it melts, sometimes it makes high blood –Merr pokes his eyes towards Bilal who is laughing with satisfaction while shaking his waist on his bike.

The wind again blows, giving cool air in the heat of their bodies after cycling. Merr turned around again, without answering.

"Where are you going?"

"Back home!" the answer is upset while continuing to pedal the bike.

"Eh... we have not reached the destination of loh–" exclaimed Bilal.

"Let me go home!"

"Merr! If it goes there it will be far!"

Merr pulled the brakes, after which decided to turn. He returned to pedaling his bike closer to the husband who was still laughing. As he was about to pass Merr threw away his face.

"Didih.. jajan yuk, beautiful," seduced Bilal but Merr ignored. She kept her bike away from her husband. Bilal then followed, chasing after him and then walking side by side. "Find me a meal, yuk. There–"

"No ah. It's gone bad."

"Eat chicken noodles instead of instant noodles."

Merr turned, "no, A'..." He turned back to face the front and accelerated his bike, where Bilal tried to catch up again.

"Keep what?" Bilal thinks. "Ohooooo's... Asian mango. Hemmmz, the one on the other end is good."

Merr did not budge, while her throat moved to swallow.

"Enak kaya afternoon-afternoon eat pickled. You keep on flinching, yeah. A'a want to buy ah..." Bilal accelerates the speed of his bike leaving Merr who even so gawk at the behavior of her husband.

"Dih, instead of being persuaded even in residence.." he murmured. "A'a!" Merr exclaimed, but Bilal's hand even waved drugs at him, without stopping the speed of his bike.

"Ngeselin swear!" Merr also followed the speeding. And the one in front also apparently did not want to lose, followed speeding as if he did not want to be followed by his wife.

don't ask, did they get to their destination?

apparently not because Bilal actually stopped near the grass only to lay down his exhausted body while adjusting his breath on the grass.

Maryam who also could not stand it just put down her bicycle origin and walked closer to her husband while opening the bottle cap.

"Fuckin' bad!" For him, Merr sat down while straightening his legs and drank the water after saying bismillah.

"Yet you are willing to follow A'a. Haha..." Bilal chuckled as Merr hit his leg.

"You are..." He drank the water again. And choose silence because it can not serve the words of her husband so tired.

Yeah, they're just taking a little break. After the fatigue decreases they again continue the journey to buy pickled brought home because the time is getting dusk approaching Magrib time.