The Faithful Heart

Hot Sambal

A bright morning, the bright shining sun gives this beloved earth warmth. The warm rays seem to warm the human heart to start the day with a new spirit and energy.

The presence of Hana in the house of Dewa is like a sun that is able to give positive energy to its inhabitants. The house feels more alive and cheerful.

Hana and the mother of the Gods dwell in the kitchen preparing food for breakfast with the help of Mira's mbok. Actually the mother of God had forbidden Hana to be in the kitchen but Hana kekeh wanted to help because it was her habit at home every morning to help her mother cook in the kitchen.

Mother God rarely cooks in the morning for breakfast because usually they only eat bread and drink milk. But today feels extraordinary because of the presence of the figure of his beloved daughter-in-law. As if to obey the words of Hana who proudly said, "the Javanese if you have not eaten rice will eat as much as anything is considered not to eat."

" So every morning you and your mom cook in the kitchen, baby?" ask the mother of God while draining the chicken from the frying pan.

" Huum, mother never let me miss cooking time. It used to be a little forced but because it is used now even so like and there is something strange if you have to miss the opportunity to cook in the morning. Yes, even if you cook, I'm just helping. He he." replied Hana without stopping the activity of her hand rubbing sambal.

" Mbok please bring this food to the dining table, yes, then prepare a drink for breakfast."

" Dear mom help mbok Mira nyiapin dining table first yes. Or do you want help with the chili?" ask the mother God who saw the chili and onion in the cobek is still not finished.

" No, ma'am, let me finish this champ. Mother said, if you make sambal must be finished. If you change hands, the sauce won't be good."

" Oh, yes, I've been living in the dining room first huh. All of you want to open the curtains that exist so that the sunlight can enter." the mother of God moved from the kitchen.

Hana in the kitchen alone continued her work that was not stretched out.

Huh why the chili is so hard. The feeling of my hand until pegel. Just try there beloved mother Dina, must be directly sprayed because nguleg sambel later. Ha ha, by the way how's mom doing breakfast seoarang herself? No friends for diomelin dong. So miss mom.

Hana's body was jolted when suddenly there was a pair of circular hands on her waist.

" Morning dear.." greet God while leaning his head on Hana's shoulder.

" Dear, shame at mother's sight." snorted Hana trying to remove the hand of God from her stomach. But instead of taking off, the God even more tightened his embrace.

The smell of God is fresh.

" No, let me see. Most also married. You have to take responsibility because of you last night I can't sleep in peace." whispered the God.

This morning God did wake up with a very lethargic face due to lack of sleep. How not, all night he had to take a cold shower to reduce his growing desire because he saw the smooth body of Hana who was only wrapped in a towel. He had to fight to the death to not break through his mother's room and pounce on Hana. Even when he managed to close his eyes, Hana's shadow was still carried away in his dream. As a result he can only complete his desires in a dream. And this morning blind when he opened his eyes he had to immediately rush a shower and put his bed sheet into the washing machine to remove traces of wet dreams.

" Dear....."

" Sstttt, don't protest. Let me hug you like this."

" You smell good." The god sniffed Hana's neck and drowned her head there.

Hana's body pecked for a moment. Without realizing it, his face was now flushed like a boiled crab. The breathing of God on his neck was able to make his heart like a beating war drum. His blood was beating strongly. Emerging alien gelenyar that seemed to demand for more. Hana painstakingly adjusted her breathing so that she would not lose control.

" Just go ahead for the sauce, I won't bother you anyway." said the god flat while continuing to sink his head around the neck of the future wife.

" You are fit to wear this shirt." praise the god who now has his lips free guerrilla in the neckline Hana. Hana's initial intention to push her hair up so as not to get sultry when cooking, but now it is the target of landing the lips of God.

" A..." an ********* quietly escaped from Hana's lips suddenly made the God's passion even more explosive.

" I love you, I love you Hana." whispered the God right in Hana's ear. Making the girl in black dress close her eyes tightly held back a burning feeling. Slowly but surely God twisted Hana's body, making the position of the beautiful girl's body now face to face with her.

" Look at me." God's voice rattled.

Hannah opened her eyes slowly. With doubt he began to stare at the pair of green eyes in front of him.

" Fuck!" their eyes met and locked. There is a lot of love and passion in both. They were both stunned and unable to turn away. Like two magnets that are opposite poles, as if there is a force between them that makes the two pull each other until either consciously or not now the distance is getting eroded. They can feel each other's breath. Slowly their lips were now fused together. Their eyes closed by themselves, enjoying the sensation of each pagutan and luma*an.

All the cells in the body of God react, as if the surrounding atmosphere has disappeared because now he just focus on enjoying the sweet and intoxicating lips of Hana. The God's sense of smell has now been filled by the scent of Hana's body which exudes a subtle chemical attraction that further enhances her desire and passion. The unification of their lips managed to send an electrical wave that caused an increase in blood flow to a certain part that made one of the Gods organs have now hardened and stiffened.

Hana also felt a tickling sensation in her stomach and sensitive parts. His heart was pounding faster and his breathing was heavy, as a result of the hormone adrenaline released automatically by the adrenal glands.

Over time the kiss warmed up. The two Gods hands held the back of Hana's head to deepen their kiss. His tongue shrewdly moved inside Hana's mouth and occasionally twisted the tongue of the girl who would soon be officially his wife.

" Emhhhh,," said Hana slowly as one of the Gods hands had moved to squeeze the back of her body that felt hard and crazy. Hana's hand that had been coiled around the waist of God reflexively squeezed the shirt on the back of her lover.

" No, the call su_ uh sorry I didn't intentionally. Let's just say I don't see what." Mira's voice that arrived in the kitchen made Hana and God aghast. Hana immediately took off her embrace and pushed the body of the God.

While Mira mbok immediately left the kitchen with the heart of dag dig dug.

Come morning watch the live broadcast of people kissing. Den Dewa and non Hana who kissed me follow deg degan ya. The morning was hot.

" Sheep..huft...." Hana sighed repeatedly trying to neutralize her breath and feelings.

****, this is very embarrassing. Why did I get lulled in the kiss of God. Use the confidence of Mbok Mira again. Ah... Want to put where my face is? I guess I really should not be alone with God, because there will definitely be a shock as a third party, especially this is not the first time I was caught while being alone with God. It turns out that the article is indeed true, that the lips are the most sensitive human organ because there are more than one million nerve endings that do not have a membrane definition for protection.

" Yank don't forget that the sauce has been awaited by mother." said Dewa while grinning without a sense of sin that suddenly got a sharp gaze from the girl in front of him.

" You want some sambal?" hana said filled with emphasis and a look of intimidation.

" E, mother is waiting." replied the clumsy God as lightning went away before getting the "sambals" from Hana.

" Ac. .. This is so embarrassing." Hana closed her face with both hands while stomping her feet.

" Sucks.." hana grumbled with full energy as if spilling all her shame and annoyance.