The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Attitude Change
At 12 p.m., Jihan was busy with her work. Faithfully Riza waited while sleeping on the sofa. "Not finished with the deck?" Ask the guy. "It." Reply Jihan closed and put her laptop on the table. "Let's sleep." Invite the Woman to pull the hand of the husband to be invited to act on the bed.
Riza hugged his wife tightly. But his eyes could not be closed quietly. There's something so torturous. But he could not bear to say because his wife must be tired. "Why hm?" Ask Jihan. The woman's hand with her nosiness caressed the heirloom of Mr. ustadz. "Sir..." Rancu Riza is on the edge of the horn withstanding passionate desires. Jihan rolled her body. The woman sat on both sides of her husband. Riza did not stay silent. He took off his wife's pajamas and left her with seductive underwear. He sits himself fondling the opium body of the wife. "Say you like it when I lead. So let me take over." Said Jihan sensually whispering the sentence while biting her husband's ear. The woman's hands and lips did not stop playing the body part of the husband, especially the one below. "Oh dear." Said Riza feeling hers drowning in the pleasure hole. He moves his hips in a gentle tempo and gets faster with time. "My old husband." Jihan had time to mute see Riza's hair that began to whiten. "Two like this I'm still strong enough to make you limp." He smiled as he continued playing.
Riza hugged the innocent body of his wife who was still wrapped in a blanket. They are just as exhausted after a few hours of lovemaking. "Why is this so delicious." Riza said it belonged to his wife. "Stop. I'm gonna take a shower." Jihan brushed off her husband's hand. "Well let's take a shower together." Said the man wearing a scabbard and then carrying the light body of the wife to the bathroom.
Riza today does not work choosing to go to her rukonya. The man immediately entered the room after greeting his employees for a moment. He sits on the couch. A breath seemed to come out from his mouth to release a slight load. He felt inferior because his wife was more in every way. Although Jihan did not bother but still Riza as a husband became unpleasant. All assets, the needs of children and all the wishes of children and families are always fulfilled by the woman. And Riza what? Sufficient education of his three children alone is still in the help of Jihan. The twins and Juma attended an international school. It wasn't his father or mother who insisted but it was all because of their own will. Of course, going to school there is not cheap. His salary and shophouse income will not be enough. Not to mention if they vacation, umrah, hajj or hold an event must all be borne by Jihan. Brilliant, beautiful and talented career. His wife is so perfect. And what is he? Just a simple guy who lives a hitchhiking and is lucky to get a rich wife.
Nightfall. Jihan is preparing to go to the event at the boarding house with the family. "Mas. This is Koko's shirt." Said Jihan approaching her husband who had just come out of the bathroom. Riza simply nodded then grabbed the shirt and immediately put it on. "You why? It hurt?" Jihan asked looking at Riza's strange attitude. "I'm not papa." The answer was short as usual. "Mas. Friday I will be going to Bali. Want to survey a place there. Can you?" Jihan asked permission. "Can." Answer Riza. "Thank You." The woman hugged her husband's body tightly. "Let's get off. Son of the same son Papa must have been waiting." Take Jihan with Riza's hand.
