Playground

55

"Astagfirulloh, why not say hi mas?" I was surprised that suddenly my husband was behind me, supporting me from behind as I was daydreaming while drying my hair in front of the mirror.

"I've said my greetings and rang the bell but there's no answer, rather than long waiting for me to go straight in using the spare key."

"Oh."

"Just oh?"

I silently bowed my head. The worry began to hit again. While continuing my activities using night skincare.

"Until when do you leave me like this. It's been over a month of cysts."

"Until I can make peace with myself."

"When did that time come? Don't you miss me?"

I'm back pensive. I admit, I miss him a lot but the disappointment seems to cover up the longing.

I took off his arms and walked towards the bed but my steps stopped, he hugged me again, now his arms were getting tighter. Her heavy breathing swept my skin warming me up and began to lose my mind.

My body was betraying my heart and my mind again, I started not being able to control myself when he started to peek at my back. My mind wants to reject all the intimacy it creates but my body wants it.

"I miss you baby !" He said with increasingly heavy breath because it has been mastered passion.

"really?" My answer is not to believe.

"I miss you so much."

"Aren't you happy with your young wife. You even laughed cheerfully with her, you spoiled her so much. Which side do you miss me from?"

"I'm sorry."

"Let's split up mas, I'm tired. This is the limit of my ability."

"I'm sorry I doubted you, divorce is the best option for us right now."

"Cista stopped asking me for that, until whenever I wouldn't grant it. You my wife will forever be my wife.( He said in a loud and high voice). Hang on with me, please. I'll divorce her, you'll be the only one back. Please give me a chance to correct my mistake."

"I'm not sure you might one day repeat it, and then what should I do?"

"If I repeat it, then you may leave me at that time."

I thought for a few moments while closing my eyes, then said in my heart (Bismillah). "Alright, I'll give you a chance this time." Anwasku .

Cup. He put his lips on my lips. I glared at him for getting a surprise attack. The kiss turns into lu***** the longer it gets hotter. He rolled me into bed, threw my body on the bed and then he overcame me.

That night we were united after a month of fasting and longing for each other because of my selfishness, maybe.

I reply to every touch and fondling. I can no longer stem the tormenting longing.

The fog of passion makes us more excited to channel the feeling of longing, the surge of love that had withered it is now fresh again exuding beauty and fragrant fragrant.

The quiet night outside seemed to contrast with the situation in our room. The sweet sound of sighs coming out of our mouths seemed to be proof of how much we enjoyed the worship we were doing,hihi.

The sweat that was pouring was also a testament to how hot the sport we were doing that night.

The longing we had been pouring in so badly. Like getting a billion rupiah doorprise maybe, hehehe.

"Aahhhhh." That long groan signified that we had reached the top. The umpteenth time peak. The stinging fatigue caused the dzaky mas to fall down and lay his body beside me.

"Thank you dear, you're the best." He said while peeping my forehead. He grabbed my body into his arms, sinking my face into the chest of his field.

The smell of the body that I had longed for now can breathe again, I can also fall asleep quickly and soundly.

Before I fell asleep I prayed in my heart. "(O Allah send me a righteous little angel. Amen.)"