So Ustadz's wife, Bejo?

The Hot Morning

Bejo gawked at the pile of pillows in the middle of the bed, while Maura who was on the left was already curled up with a thick blanket wrapped around her body.

"So I don't want him to touch me until all the pillows he uses to be used as a barrier" Bejo murmured with a sigh.

Bejo took one pillow for the one Maura had prepared for him, while Maura slept without a pillow.

It seemed that Maura had slept soundly even to the point of not being bothered with Bejo's movements that gave her pillow to Maura.

Bejo as a man feels himself not vulnerable if using the pillow itself, better himself who is not cushioned than to see his wife does not wear a pillow.

It was still unthinkable if Maura was going to do this ridiculous thing, Bejo slowly cleaned up the bolster pillow that became the barrier between himself and his wife.

and now even lie down by holding Maura in his arms. There was no movement from Maura, Bejo was very sure if Maura was tired so that she fell asleep soundly.

"I told you, touching will produce a lot of rewards for us, but why do you continue to do things that actually produce sin without you knowing it," muttered Bejo who then kissed Maura's forehead.

Right at half-four in the morning, Maura woke up, her eyes were gnawing, to recover her consciousness, she seemed to not recognize the wall she saw, as Bejo moved increasingly tightened his embrace at Maura's waist.

Only then did the woman realize that what she saw was not a wall but a white T-shirt belonging to Bejo attached to the chest of her field.

"Astagfirulah..." Maura silenced her own feather with her right hand, not expecting herself to sleep in Bejo's arms.

Even though he had installed a barrier so that they did not need each other like this.

In a slow motion Maura tried to release Bejo's tightly coiled wrist at her waist.

"Duh, these hands are really heavy, please can dong," murmured Maura who was impatient to escape from Bejo's embrace.

After some time Maura managed to escape, and now stands looking at Bejo.

"Surely he who has damaged the pambatas I made, he was looking for a great opportunity anyway, but if you think again I can at least if you sleep hugged people, you know, but why in the hug he even feels comfortable yes, a beautiful dream anyway." Inner Maura continued to think with her strangeness.

"Take a bath, then keep praying at night, he makes dawn prayers." Maura walks to the bathroom, in the morning Maura will not bathe with a long duration, because she does not want to get sick because of too long bathing in the water, but she will not bathe in the water, fifteen minutes was enough to flutter his body, after finishing with his ritual Maura came out with a fresh face, his long wavy hair, the middle he dried with a towel.

Swiped the idea of jail from Maura, he wagged his hair that was still half wet until the water hit the face of Bejo who was still sleeping.

Feeling like he was hit by a raindrop Bejo blinked his eyes to see what was happening, his eyes opened wide as he looked at the angel across the bed playing with his half-drenched hair.

Bejo immediately sat down without taking his eyes off the figure of his aware, his eyes also did not blink even though, it felt he did not want to lose the moment even a little from the Angel who had not realized that Bejo had woken up.

"Astagfirullah, surprised me," Maura said a little loudly when she found out Bejo had sat down and looked at her without blinking.

How Maura knew if Bejo had woken up, he was focused on drying his hair, so he did not realize that Bejo had woken up.

"You've had a shower, Dek?" ask Bejo who is now coming down from the bed and approaching Maura.

"He's why he's so weird, I want to eat people as soon as his face." There was a fear of Maura as she looked into Bejo's eyes, who seemed to want to eat her.

"Was he mad at me for splashing his face water." Inner Maura again.

Maura who continued to retreat without feeling herself was already stuck to the wall, so Bejo could easily look at Maura's nervous face.

"Why do you seem to be scared anyway, what's up?" ask Bejo who is now right in front of Maura.

"How is it not to be afraid that you keep moving forward while looking at me without blinking."

"Because you are beautiful," Bejo replied by stroking Maura's wet hair.

"Repeat," Bejo said later. Which made Maura frown, feeling that Bejo looked like a pervert on the television.

"Mas I want to pray at night, the morning rush arrives," said Maura trying to escape from Bejo's confinement.

because at this time Bejo was grasping both hands of Maura and placed on the head of Maura.

Bejo really could not control his current lust, with the gaze of the eyes that locked the two beautiful Maura eyeballs, Bejo gently pressed his lips on Maura's lips, a little ******* Bejo gave it, making Maura widen her eyes when she realized what her husband was doing.

With all his strength Maura tried to escape but Bejo's power was stronger so Maura gave up and received a kiss that was enough to make him float, could not Maura denied, the kiss that Bejo gave was able to empty his mind until the sound of the morning prayer resuscitated. And with a gesture of pushing Bejo's chest their kiss came loose.

When Maura gave up on escaping, he began to resign and began to reply to Bejo with stiff, this was their first experience, Bejo only used his instinct while Maura, who was his only instinct, do it by imitating what Bejo did.

The hands began to circle around Bejo's neck, while Bejo's hands each held a hug, deepening their kiss.

"Udah dawn Mas, I will fast if continued can I cancel his satisfaction." explained Maura with a face reddened with embarrassment.

Bejo actually smiled at the shy expreai Maura who looked adorable in her eyes.

"I'm the one who apologized, I should have stopped him earlier, but you were too sweet that I couldn't stop him" Bejo said, wiping Maura's wet lips.

"I also intend to fast, we pray the congregational prayer, I take water first." Bejo stepped his feet towards the bathroom while Maura was still standing in her place touching her lips that had wrestled with her.

Maura closed her eyes while shaking her head, she still could not believe that she had just removed her lips.

Even he was lulled until he did not become a night prayer.

"O Allah, the chest is pounding, remembering this, dilususin not this satisfied me, or it is already void, but he said earlier he was also fasting, fasting,

But if I can't focus like this, and think about it, then the fix isn't off." Inner Maura dialogues herself thinking about the fate of her fast.

"It's true the dawn this time is very hot." Maura's mask continued to rub her chest.