The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Dear You

At night the atmosphere looked quiet. There was only the sound of crickets being heard. "You haven't slept yet, have you?" Jihan asked as she closed her laptop. "Not Deck. Will wait for you." Answer the man with a smile. Riza hugged his wife when she got to bed. His hands are running down. "It's Friday night Deck." Reminds the wife. "Never Friday night you ask every day." The answer. Riza was just smiling. The man pushed his wife's body slowly to the back of the bed. If this is the case, Jihan can only obey. She did not want to be cursed until morning gegara refused to serve her husband even though she herself was very tired. Just got the job done. It's 12 o'clock. Should be able to rest. But what can be done. Jihan can only plan while the husband messes with her.

"It's not soundproof. Just be careful if the child hears your voice, Mas." Jihan. Riza just nodded. The man began to kiss the sweet potato of the wife gently. He kissed his wife's lips as passionately as ever. With impatience Riza took off her clothes and the clothes of the wife. They were completely naked but still covered in thick blankets in the dim atmosphere of the room. Riza went through his wife's entire body. Fondling with love. He began to direct his possessions to the property of his wife and...."Akh..." Riza said when hers was like being bitten in favor when doing unification. Belonging to his wife is still narrow even though it has given birth to 3 children. He began to push his hips back and forth with a moderate tempo and very gentle movements. "Slow down your voice, Mas." Said Jihan while holding onto Riza's arm. Unlike her husband, Jihan held her voice as much as possible. When you scream at home, scream and scream freely. If there is a different story here.

Riza rolled her body to the side with a sweat drenching her body. "Dear." Call her to hug Jihan. "Yes." Yeah." The woman answered while tilting her body to face the husband. "Why is yours still so narrow? I had enough trouble getting in." Ask Riza. "Do you like loose ones?" Ask Jihan back. Riza shook her head quickly. "Nake narrow. Mother of three children feels like a virgin this is." He replied while chuckling softly. "If it's narrow it feels great. Like in a scrumptious bite." Further. "It's so delicious." Riza looked at his wife as she stroked her hands down there. "You'll stay up until dawn." Said Riza starting to rise and enclose his wife's body again. "Mas." Complain Jihan. "This makes opium." Said Riza sensual while biting his wife's naughty ears.

The morning after breakfast Jihan watered the plants in front of the house. "Mothers. Make Ice Yuk." Take Juma to his mother. "It's still this morning." The answer. "Miss." The youngest immediately took his mother's hand into the house. "Dad." Sapa Juma grinned while hugging her mother's possessive arm. He deliberately wanted to heat up his jealous father. "Can't. Don't have to be so. Nempel mulu." Not answering the handsome teenager immediately took his mother away.

"What do you want to do Dek?" Tanya Riza approached the wife and children who were in the kitchen. "You make fruit soup." The answer. "Please take the same syrup of sweetened condensed milk on top of that." Riza nodded then immediately carried out the order of the wife. "What is red?" Ask. "Red ones. The milk is white." Answer Jihan.

"Assalamualaikum" said a man greeting.

"Getishalight." Riza answered while opening the door. "Eh sir Santoso. What's up, sir?" Ask Riza. "Later in the afternoon there was a show. Come yes ustadz." Said the Man. "God will come, sir." The answer.

Riza again approached the child and his wife after chatting for a while with the stairs. "Mothers. Let's go on holiday to Europe again." Take Juma. "Grandpa, do you want to live in your own house?" Ask Jihan. "Eh yes. Forgot." Juma replied chuckling then hugging her mother. "Can't you guys have any activities so don't stick with Mom." Said Riza while sighing. "Near the Mother also activities. It's even positive." The youngest replied, making Jihan smile at her husband. Jihan's strength and Jihan's supporters are her three children. If they want anything they will always obey differently from her Husband this is always forbidden. "Dear mom or Dad?" Ask Juma. "Dear you dong." Jihan replied to the hugs of her three daughters sons.