Mr. Ustadz I Love You

Rafan Jahil's

The wind was blowing slowly, dhikr chants were heard from Rafan's house. Ara was also in her room. He prayed by himself, Rafan had gone to pray in the mosque with Fadil.

After the prayer, Ara hurried to make her bed. Her face flushed to see the bed that was so messy because of her and Rafan's actions last night. She is ashamed to imagine how Rafan managed to make her enjoy her husband's game.

Astaghfirullah, I thought about what to try.

Quickly Ara replaced the new bed sheet, she chose the bed sheet without motive, she liked the plain one.

The door of the room opened, he saw that Rafan was standing and smilingly looked at Ara.

"Cie who was abis shampooing." drew closer to Ara. His wife's long hair was still wet after the bath.

"Iss, what the hell sir." Ara tried to avoid covering up her embarrassment.

Rafan pulled Ara's waist, clutching her in his arms. Kissing Ara's forehead.

"Mr why ?" confused by Rafa's treatment.

"Can't you kiss your own wife ?" tighten his embrace.

"Yes, I can."

"Yes, I want to hug you first."

Ara resigned and returned Rafan's warm embrace.

Rafan took off his embrace and looked at Ara. "Don't call me dear sir dong."

"Keep calling what ?" Ara looked shyly asked.

"Darling, if not. Time called Father. It's not romantic" said Rafan playing the tip of Ara's nose.

"I'll call you."

"Well, my wife's smart." played Ara's cheek.

Rafan quickly pulled the nape of Ara, eroding the distance between them.

Ara drunkenness. "M, what do you want ?"

Ara was fluent in calling him.

"You think?" Rafan grinned broadly seeing Ara nervous.

"Mas don't do that ah," pushed Rafan's chest.

"Why." Rafan pulled Ara's waist until their bodies stuck together.

"Mas is still morning,"

"What is Ra. I don't want to do anything. Ohh, don't-don't you think that's weird huh ?!!" Rafan is teasing.

"That's what."

they shut up, Rafan looked at the face of Ara he missed. Even though he only went to dawn prayer, he had missed the figure in his arms.

"Why see that ?"

"Gakpapa just kangen." Rafan diverts Ara's fallen hair child from disturbing Ara's face.

Ara Cengo, she misses me, but only goes to prayer. Astaghfirullah basic.

Ara can't deny he's happy Rafan misses him, he smiles.

"Why smile is that."

"So, you just want to be grateful."

Rafan raised his eyebrows then asked "Thankful for ?"

"You are."

"I ?" Rafan pointed at himself. Ara nodded. "Why ?" continued.

"Your good looks are loh, why every day add to the. Not less even added handsome. Pantes aja mbak-mbak santri on fascinated by you. The handsome guy is a gini. Ihh gemesnya." plays Rafan's face.

Replace the cengo Rafan. What happened to his wife, just this first time Ara said he was handsome. Doesn't Ara realize that Rafan was handsome long ago.

"You just found out I'm handsome ?" Ara nodded.

"I'm handsome from birth baby." Rafan whispered in Ara's ear. Gives a ticklish impression there.

"R ?"

Cup.

A lightning kiss landed on his lips.

Well, don't let the face of a boiled crab again.

Cup.

Rafan kissed Ara's lips again. He kept her there. Rafan began to give ****** small, his hand held Ara's nape, his eyes were closed.

Ara herself enjoyed the kiss, her lips opened letting Rafan explore deeper. Ara's hand was already perched sweetly on Rafan's neck. Slowly Rafan took Ara to the bed again. Laying carefully Ara's body without letting go of her kiss.

They are tired of taking a breath. Ara's face exceeded that of her red-boiled crab. He looked at Rafan above himself.

"Ra, I want to." Rafan's tone whined like a child asking his mother for something. And Ara couldn't resist it.

They're acting like last night. The difference this morning is more. Last night was only two hours, now Rafan asked for more. Ara to the fatigue of playing Ravan.

After about three hours, Rafan finished it. It was also Ara who asked because her stomach asked to be filled immediately.

" It's tired." Ara got rid of Rafan's hand playing in his favorite area.

"You're just playing around with this." bit him into a fit of anxiety.

"Auu, pain don't bite. How will his son not be ?"

Rafan chuckled a little, "And there's still next to him." replied Rafan.

"Well." pulled the blanket up the neck but held Rafan.

"Cold mas." whining Ara.

"I am already an angel." Rafan went up again to Ara's body.

"Oh, I'll be tired again."

Rafan smiled heartlessly at Ara, then lay back down while hugging Ara.

"Mas I'm going down. Help Mama cook." Ara moved Rafan's hand and got out of bed.

"Don't stay here." tightened his embrace.

"It's not good for Mama, cook don't help cook."

"Mama doesn't cook, either. There's a maid, when you're still cooking."

Rafan was right, thought Ara. A house that big needs a maid. Especially those who are busy working. Different from his house in the village.

"Well, that's it." slumped back into the blanket.

Suddenly Rafan's hand lifted the blanket until it covered Ara's head. Under the blanket.

"Ih mass, why!!"

"Some one will pass."

"Huh, who ?" Ara wanted to peek a little, but her head held Rafan so as not to get out of the blanket. "Who's the!!"

Dut, dutttt.

The sound of Rafan's farts came out interspersed with Rafan's satisfied laughter. The aura inside the blanket felt engulfed.

"Ohh, masss!!!!!. Slovenly."hit Rafan many times. The one who was struck was still laughing. Then ran into the bathroom.

"Mas Rafan bauuuu!!!!" cried Ara annoyed.

"Sorry!!!" Shouted Rafan from inside the bathroom.

"Haha." Rafan Maaih's laughter echoed in the bathroom. He was satisfied with his wife.

You slovenly, really sweet. It smells so bad again. MAS RAFANNN!!! JOROKKK !!.

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