My Imam, my army

romantic 2

Dirga repeatedly recited prayers for Salsa. He took off the Salsa hijab gently. He knew he loved Salsa.

Dirga lowered Salsa on the bed gently. In his heart, he repeatedly chanted a prayer for Salsa before fully touching Salsa.

Follow the sunah of the Prophet to get offspring. They will go to the place where the real earthly paradise is. With the thing that God halts the most after marriage.

Dirga started by peeping the top of Salsa's head in love. He also whispered a few sentences that made Salsa's heart so comfortable with Dirga.

And that afternoon, they forgot his equally hungry stomach and forgot his bath. Hidhi. It will be a long afternoon for both of them. It could be a long night for both of them.

***

Salsa opened her eyes slowly. He tried to collect his life. Salsa wriggled on her bed with a soft blanket on her body. He complained of pain when writhing. The pain comes from the lower body.

Salsa instantly widened her eyes after recalling last night's incident.

He's been completely Dirga's from now on. Dirga did!

Salsa covered herself with her thick blanket in shame. How could he possibly get carried away in a situation like yesterday. Instead of Salsa resisting, she was only embarrassed to come face to face with her own husband. This is the first time for Salsa. Do not ask how the mood of Salsa at this time. Her feelings were happy to mix with the shame of half-dead.

Salsa peered out from under her thick blanket. Slender. His inner. Maybe Dirga has gone to work. Salsa picked up her phone which was on the nightstand next to her bed. He saw the clock on his phone already showing at 11 am. Salsa immediately rose from her sleep while holding her blanket so as not to sag. Salsa mishap! How it works. Salsa immediately got out of bed. However, the girl was sneaking around so as not to be caught by Dirga. Who knows if he's still around his room.

When he got to the bathroom, he felt very relieved.

Akh!

Salsa squealed in pain as a result of the pain.

"It hurts so much, God. Why is this sick!" Whine at yourself while being careful not to cause pain. He sees himself in front of the mirror. How messy he is!

He finished his bath quickly. When wearing his clothes, Salsa had a chance to think. If he went to work in such a condition how? What is added in the blasphemy? Salsa was confused by her own thoughts.

"Where are you going?" The baritone's voice shocked Salsa again and AGAIN.

Salsa immediately covered her face with both hands. She was ashamed to see Dirga. It turns out to be true, if Dirga is still around his room.

Why not go to work, anyway? Salsa just keeps it that way.

"You want to go to work on a weekend like this, Sal?"

Salsa was eager to hit her own head. Why didn't he think about it. He had seen it on his phone if it was Saturday.

"Sir Dirga goes dong! Salsa was ashamed to see his face, brother Dirga!" Salsa said while covering her face with both hands. Cold sweat started to come out of his body.

"You embarrassed? Why shame. I'm ju-"

"DIRGAAAAA!" salsa shouted because Dirga was going to talk about something vulgar. And Salsa wouldn't listen to it. He heard the laughter from Dirga.

"Sir Dirga has no feelings!" Salsa said again, still covering her face.

"Why?"

"Salsa's body's getting sick!"

"Loh not you who are more excited, Sal was a malem. Until you claw my back," said Dirga as he revealed his back jersey to show a nail claw extending down on Dirga's back. The former scrape blushed. Salsa looked at him behind the cracks of her slightly open finger. She was ashamed of Dirga.

"You are a tiger, Aumm," said Dirga as he approached and Salsa happened to want to kill Dirga and KAU KAU!

"sick Sal," ringis Dirga while stroking his arm.

"But the wrong Dirga!"

"I'm sorry and thank you, Sal."

The word was said by Dirga sincerely. Salsa could also see if the remark was sincere.

"I made you breakfast. Let's have breakfast after we worked hard last night" Dirga said with a mischievous smile. Salsa immediately pinched Dirga's waist and the man laughed. He immediately took Salsa to the dining table to fill his energy.  Haha!

Dirga served a plate of fried rice to Salsa and a serving to her.

"Eat a lot to be strong,"

Salsa slightly slammed her spoon, "sister can't be pinned anyway! Long-long, brother who roasted Salsa himself,"

"You're roasting me ntar nyesel lo!"

"No! Take the niesel," Salsa said after putting a spoonful of fried rice into her tiny mouth. Dirga laughed at Salsa's annoyance. In fact, Salsa last night was the most spirited. Haha!

"Yes laper, Neng?"

"No!"

"Selowww dear dong. Ntar sprains, you know,”

Increasingly blushing Salsa when Dirga called him as Darling. Salsa immediately ate her fried rice quickly regardless of Dirga trying to tease her constantly.

After the fried rice ran out, Salsa drank a lot. I don't know why Salsa eats so much like this.

Salsa was shocked to see Dirga belching so hard. He thought that a Dirga would take care of his image in front of people, even though that person was Salsa, his own wife. It turned out, the pretentious Dirga could burp that hard in front of his wife.

"That's a scar, what?" Suddenly Dirga asked something that Salsa did not understand.

"Wound again?" Her great-grandson, "where, brother?"

"On your neck,"

"Oh instead of this red scar made in kak Dirga huh. How is it still?!" Salsa sewot.

Dirga got up from his chair and sat down beside Salsa. Without further admonition, he gently opened the Salsa hijab. Spontaneously, Salsa immediately covered her neck as she was ashamed of the many red patches on her neck.

Dirga took Salsa's hand trying to cover her neck. Salsa lost to Dirga.

"What scar is this?" This Dirga sentence used a serious tone and a look that intimidated Salsa until Salsa was a little frightened.

Dirga saw a red scar coiling around Salsa's neck. Actually, he saw this scar at night. However, Dirga had not discussed it. Dirga sure if it's someone's giggles. But who strangled his wife?

"You want to tell me, am I looking for my own information?"

It was easy for him to find information on why there was a trace of a giggle on his wife's neck.

Salsa was scared to death.

He was confused what to do. Does he have to confess to, Dirga?

To be continued...

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