METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE

The Taxes You Pay in Advance

The breeze that came out of the AC hole of the presidential suite type hotel room owned by Dewangga Group which is now acquired by You And Me Group continues to sweep the body of souls who are in a hangover romance.

Intentionally set AC temperature in cold mode, not necessarily freeze two plain bodies that are now still close to each other behind a white blanket that is in line with the cloth that covers the bed to dangle to the floor of the room. It is precisely the drops by drops of sweat that accompany them to the dreamland, after a long non-stop event.

But just like the days before, the call of the Adzan again disturbed the sleep of two lovers who arguably just closed their eyes in a matter of minutes.

Ryan blinked his eyes many times, to relieve his drowsiness that was still whack. Shortly after, he picked up the phone he had placed on his bedside nightstand.

After a quick look at the clock on the sophisticated flat object, Ryan turned his gaze to the angel who was now next to him.

Ryan smiled at the beautiful girl who was still sound asleep, maybe because she was too tired after a night of running out.

"Wake, sweetheart. It's morning already. We pray the dawn prayer first yuk!" take Ryan, while kissing every inch of his wife's body that is like opium. Even the aroma that came from Rani's body that morning, became more tempting when combined with the fragrant fragrant ascent from the direction of the sprinkles of roses that were still scattered over their contest.

Rani squirms, feeling the tickle that moves from each part to the other parts of her body. Getting such treatment, even in a semi-conscious condition Rani blinked her eyes and circulated her gaze throughout the corner of the room which since last night had made their imagination even more crazy to reach the top.

"Hmmm," Rani simply muttered softly and closed her eyes again, while submerging her head on her husband's field chest.

"Eh, why is it bobbing again?" Ryan showered his wife with kisses, from the tip of the head to places that had become his favorite place.

"Let's get up, honey," now Ryan rubs Rani's head.

"One minute more," Rani tightened her embrace to her husband's waist.

"No. No. No. We can be late for the morning prayers. Let's take a shower and keep praying. After that we just play around again," Ryan pleaded.

Rani is not flinching. His breathing is now back in order. And sure enough, he fell asleep again.

Seeing his wife's unusual behavior, Ryan just shook his head then moved and lifted his wife's innocent body just like that, carrying her bridal style until entering the bathroom.

Because Rani's eyes were not open, Ryan put Rani to bed in the bathtub and filled it with warm water.

"Is that really so, honey?" the great-grandson of Ryan when he found his wife still closed his eyes even though the water was full of soaking his body.

Finally Ryan decided to clean himself first, after that lift his wife's body and put it just under the shower by making her body stocky as a buffer.

In such a standing position, inevitably Rani finally opened her eyes while smiling shyly.

"Pronounce do'a and take a big shower! After this we pray," said Ryan softly, then let Rani take ablution, recite do'a, say, then wet all parts of his body to what became his duty to purify himself in the early morning like he could do.

When they were finished, they went out and held prayer rites to gather and communicate intensely to the Lord the Creator.

Their hands were immediately raised, strands by strands of do'a were moving silently across the light, looking for sunlight that could support the entire population of the earth. Until the love of their mouths and hearts is spoken, hope that God will give all Blessings and live full of life.

"Mas, let's go out," said spoiled Rani. It was not just the boredom he was feeling. But if Rani let them just stay in the room for days, it is certain that Rani will be overwhelmed by Ryan who continues to take her on adventures in the contest.

"What the hell you want, honey? We're here, too" Ryan just buried his head in his wife's neck.

"But Rani laper," Rani pursed her lips. Since last night, Ryan only gave Rani a chance to rest only during the morning prayers, interspersed with breakfast delivered to their hotel room. The rest, Ryan tirelessly sows the seeds in the cavity where the two eggs they have met.

"We're having lunch here again, honey. Kayak this morning," with a pair of glaring looks, Ryan begged.

"Rani Bosen, Maas," whined Rani, while struggling spoiled in the lap of her husband. Now, her hands are curled sweetly around Ryan's neck and her temple clings to the man's temple who gladly accepts her now bold treatment.

"Where is Mas Ryan going to eat anyway?" ask Ryan. In a matter of seconds, his hand was already busy pinching Rani's cheeks then wiggling it until the girl's cheeks swayed to the right and to the left.

"Where, the important thing is not in the hotel. Can ya? Can ya?" Rani keeps sulking.

"Can't ya?" Ryan pretended to think hard, while Rani looked at the man who was holding her with a hopeful look.

"God," finally the words that Rani was waiting for came out of Ryan's mouth.

"Yey..," cried Rani cheerfully, until a sweet kiss just landed on Ryan's cheek which immediately widened the smile to find the unexpected treatment of his wife.

"Eits, don't be happy just yet. As always. There's taxes. And this time, Mas asked for the tax you paid in advance," Ryan smirked triumphantly.

"Tax? Ohh, No. When will he be satisfied? Hasn't he been doing it all night?" rani in the heart.

"Where?" Ryan confirmed. His eyes were already grinding mischievously.

"alright. Alright. Take as much tax as Mas Ryan would," Rani pursed her lips.

Ryan chuckled with a triumphant expression, hearing his wife's reply that seemed to have just resigned. Without a warning, with the spirit of four five Ryan immediately asked Rani to pay the tax.

Until all sides of the walls of the room were witnesses, when the two human children poured out all love, romance, and love, and the expression of happiness that is engraved beautifully and syahdu in every sigh that is now one.

The words of prayer beads that are spoken, accompany every pull they make. Ryan continued to scatter, bringing Rani running into a desert, then sneaking among the flowers that grew and bloomed until the scent that came out spoiled every breath that was withering.

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