
Raffan who has not yet arrived in Jakarta invites the anxiety of the mother.
Earlier this morning the son had reported that he would be back today but now it was night but the child and his daughter-in-law did not also tell him that it had arrived or not when the call was connected but there was no answers.
"Phone Deefa try," suggested her husband who had seen his wife so agitated.
Anxious to think of their only child who often makes people have a heart attack due to his actions.
"Oh yes, the mother forgot," he said who just remembered that he could contact the son-in-law who was definitely with his son.
Ustad Imran shook his head and refocused on the book he had been reading.
Waiting long enough until finally the call was answered by his son-in-law who from his voice sounded like a very tired person.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," he answered with a frown on the forehead.
"Where have you been? it's gone, right? how come you haven't arrived yet?" his question was without pause even though there was actually something that disturbed his mind when he heard the son-in-law's tone.
"Mother is worried that she has not arrived yet, yes yes mother knows, yes already then assalamu'alaikum." chose to end immediately because she finally understood that the daughter-in-law and her son were doing something.
"Hows it? where are they?" ustad Imran closed his book and asked his wife who had just finished talking to her son-in-law.
"Raffan is working hard" answered the wife and walked to her room.
His wife's words made Imran squinted but no longer extended by asking questions, most importantly the child and his daughter-in-law in good condition it was enough.
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"What's Mom doing?" ask Raffan to the wife who just put the phone on her side.
"Ask where we have come," said Deefa looking at her husband who had been on his body since.
Raffan knew his mother called but he brazenly ignored her and even turned off the ringtone so as not to make noise, especially bothering him who was busy pranking his wife.
But in reality his mother did not give up and instead contacted Deefa, only to ask where they were currently making Raffan dizzy because his activities so stopped.
"Ribet really was the endadzah one, never married on the phonein Mulu, people again hanging out in the race at omelin in the lecture to go home, now married again go the same wife is still in search!" sumpul Raffan made Deefa smile to hear him.
"Did you laugh?" tanyanya looked up because since then her face was right in front of the chest of the wife.
The place is now a part that Raffan loved, since there was no boss he was playing around there, and there was no problem, playing with hands sometimes also with lips that always move adorable when being nagging like this.
Deefa shook her head and closed her eyes when Raffan returned to the attack, indeed she became unstable as her body moved in rhythm with the movements her husband made.
A seductive movement that finally controlled the whole soul and body there was something she wanted to return to with her husband.
Her successful hooded husband tore through her defenses in just one day.
"Likes?" asked Raffan with a seductive face, a smile clearly perfectly reflected on his handsome face at the woman who nodded weakly agreeing to the question he gave.
Indeed, since today Deefa has increasingly established herself as the wife of 19-year-old Raffan Alawi, the young man who is nicknamed as the rogue street racer and also the king of drama as said by Gumay.
Raffan also increasingly aggressively touch the entire body of a woman who moves uncontrollably due to his actions, he really likes even more all that is usually hidden behind Muslim clothes with real giving a beautiful view that is hidden only for him.
Only he can enjoy the beauty of the body of the woman he married, everything in the body is his and only he can touch whenever he wants.
Wrestling is not just touch by touch because in fact all the more heat makes the room that has the cooler, the heat is not only outside but also on the inside of the body.
Every scene that since the afternoon Raffan thought of was finally carried out to realize all the imagination that made the wife stunned in disbelief and helpless that her husband was younger than her was so expert in making he wondered until finally daring to speak when Raffan was doing his job.
"Mas" called Deefa with a moving body as a result of her husband's actions.
"Why? you better not talk a lot when it's like this, just let out a voice that makes me more excited, just" Raffan remembered with a voice full of pleasure.
"I want to ask you?"
What human being is willing to stop when in a pleasant situation like this.
"Then stop first" said Deefa, holding her husband back from moving.
Raffan was unhappy but inevitably stopped waiting impatiently for what his wife wanted to ask him.
"You ask me what, tell me quickly!" he said he looked up at the woman below him.
Deefa bit her lip, why was she hesitating to ask.
"What's Deefaaaa?" became very anxious and furious because his wife did not even make a sound.
"Mas watch movies often.." Deefa did not continue her words.
"Blue?" sambar Raffan's.
"Yes." nodded slowly.
"Why can you ask like that? is it because of my amazing game?" Raffan raised his eyebrows with an unusually mocking oblique smile.
"That means right?"
"No! I've never seen a movie like that, confused as to why am I so good at it?"
Deefa again nodded, this was a very personal question but there was no harm in asking rather than guessing and eventually even causing bad prejudice.
"Because of instincts" answered Raffan then returned to do what had been interrupted.
While Deefa again issued voices that made Raffan excited, as if the voice from his wife's lips was an encouragement for him.
All was well resolved and left only two people sleeping under the blanket that wrapped the bodies of the two hugging each other.
After this day their marriage is made perfect, and may Allah keep their marriage from all the trials that God has always given to his people whom he loves.
Both of them have been asleep waiting for the morning because the plan is tomorrow they will return to travel to Jakarta, because Raffan still has to go to college, and the workshop is also his responsibility.
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