Sincerity Heart of Ailee
Beard Fires
The next day, Gilang and Erlan were busy packing because they had to leave for the Middle East later in the day. There are not many clothes carried by the two couples because they will buy them later if they are already there. Only the need for worship prepared from home, both worship in the real sense and worship in a more special sense, namely worship with a partner.
Two medium-sized suitcases are ready in the corner of the main room. Gilang and his wife then rushed to the bathroom to clean the body. They shower together to save time as the clock keeps turning and they have to leave immediately.
"Mas, don't be naughty, ah!" reject Ailee when Gilang's hands explore everywhere, but she just asks for help to rub her back.
"Not anywhere, Yang. Just to my favorite area." Gilang chuckled as his wife pinched his arm that had locked onto Ailee's body.
Resignation, that was all Ailee could finally do. Because, if he continues to rebel shower they will be longer because Gilang will never give up, before his desire is achieved. The wet bath was completely wet, wet on the body and wet also in the core area.
Gilang smiled with satisfaction, having managed to make the wife sigh as long as the two of them took a bath together. The handsome young man then painstakingly dried Ailee's long black hair, before it was covered with a hijab so that his wife would not catch a cold later. While Ailee was busy applying cream on her face to keep it soft and moist.
"Are you ready, Ge?" mama Irna asked as the couple came out of the room with a face. Of course their faces both shone brightly as they had just gotten their intake.
"Already, Ma. Bang Er and Mau, haven't come down yet?" reply and ask Gilang.
"We are also ready, Ge," said Erlan who had just climbed the stairs with his beloved wife. The faces of both of them also seemed to be full of happiness. Not much different from the pair Ailee and Gilang. Erlan and his wife also ended some of their clothes by sharing warmth in bed.
Mama Irna and Grandma Amira smiled happily, looking at the two couples. While Satria who followed Erlan's steps while carrying his suitcase, throbbing. "Sir Mai must keep her promise. If you come home later, you have to take Jeje for a picnic with us" whispered Gilang's eldest nephew, made Maida and then nodded.
"What do you want, Sat?" ask the oma.
"To ask to do'ain Kak Mai in front of the Kaaba, Ombu, so that Satria can soon be a match," replied the young man, originally.
Gilang and Erlan head bracelets. "Lecture is good! Twenty years old, ask for a mate!" resolutely Gilang.
"Om agreed, Sat. The man, more charming when it was almost the head of three. So, you focus first on college, after that career. In time, the girls will come on their own to approach you" Erlan said.
"Hem, really, tuh, Sat. Like food, you are stinky food and the girls are the flies. Flies like to eat stinky food." Gilang chuckled to himself with his parable.
The others laughed too. While Satria directly bent the face. "That's not the same time, Om, the parable! Cook, call a handsome guy like Satria like rotten food!" his protest.
"Om didn't say rotten food, Sat. You're the one who makes it clear" said Gilang, still with his laughter.
"Easy-after. So you guys are leaving, aren't you?" The oma ended the small debate.
Satria sat on the driver's seat. Gilang's nephew himself will drive a car to deliver both his om, along with his wife. Next to Satria, sat comfortably with the oma.
Gilang sat in the center bench with his mother and wife. Ailee was in the middle, between Mama Irna who was very attentive to the youngest daughter-in-law, and the husband who always stuck to the stamp kayak. While Erlan and his wife, sitting in the back seat.
"Mama pray, there will soon be your love fruit, son," whispered Mama Irna, when the car driven by Satria has driven on the paved road.
"Thank you, Ma," replied Ailee who then leaned her head on the mother-in-law's shoulder.
Reflex, Gilang pulled the head of the wife and leaned on her shoulder. "Subject here, Yang. Pity Mama if you lean on her shoulder." The handsome young man then kissed the top of his wife's head, full of affection.
"It's okay, Ge. Mama is strong, really," said Mama Irna while smiling. The middle-aged woman knew that the son could not be far from his wife.
"Like the mode is he, Ma," said Erlan who sat on the back bench.
"I'll learn from the experts" replied Gilang.
"Who's the expert, Om?" sahut Satria, asked without looking back. The young man's gaze focused on the crowded highway passing vehicles.
"Who else, Sat. Om Er, it is. He's not, kang mode since he was in school," Gilang replied, making Erlan die of lice because the wife is now staring intently at him.
"Don't believe Ge's bragging, honey. I'm not that bad," Erlan said. "Even if I've been in a relationship with some women, that's not it, in the past. My future is just you, my dear," he continued, staring in the beautiful net of the wife, making the young woman thump.
Yes, every sweet word that Erlan said, always able to make Maida pounding unbecoming. Although she had often gotten such seduction from her husband. Erlan's adoring words and gaze, as if having a magnet that is able to make Maida focus and then drift on the navel of love that Erlan offers.
Erlan then brought the face closer. It erodes the distance between the two. Closer and closer. When his lips almost stuck to his wife's lips, Erlan bounced to the side as Satria stepped on the brake abruptly.
"What's the matter, Sat?" gilang protest was surprised because he was just about to close his eyes, enjoying the fragrance of the wife's hair that could still be smelled even though it was covered in hijab.
"After Om Ge, there was someone who wanted to do pervert earlier," Satria replied honestly, making Erlan open in the back seat. While Maida smiled, blushing in embarrassment.
"You drive, just focus on the streets, Sat! Don't look at the rearview mirror! Beard fire, right?" the protest of the oma while stroking the chest in surprise the grandson braked suddenly.
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