The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Not Pissing
Jihan is grieving today. The woman shed tears remembering Chester who had been gone for good. The pet was buried this morning. "Already deck. It is his nature that life will die." Riza's words calmed his wife. The man brought Jihan in the arms. "Sir. Than you sad to mending to Mas' house. How do we live there? Let itung make the atmosphere different. Later if you're bored we come back here again." Tawar Riza made his wife look up at the man. "Can." Answer's short.
By noon Al, her husband and sister had arrived. The three slimmed in and sat in the middle room. Riza took his wife's foot and began to massage slowly. "No need. I'm not tired." Reject it but the husband is not willing and continues to do his activities. "I'm sleepy." Complain Jihan. "Sleep brother. It's time to take a nap." Mark said while chuckling. "Yes Deck. Let's just sleep in the room." Take Riza along while helping his wife stand up.
At 4pm Riza accompanied his wife who was cooking for dinner. The man helped as much as possible according to the direction of the wife. "Sir. Later that night there is a lecture event at the front mosque. You come with me." Riza said in a pleading tone. "Make sure there's no interview like before." The woman replied because she was very lazy if she had to be asked in front of everyone present. "Yes. Promises. So you want to come?" Ask and Jihan nodded. "Still Deck. Love and love are just like you." Riza hugged and kissed his wife's face. "Ih. Habits. Wet my face. Watch out don't bother." Saddened Jihan broke free from Riza's embrace.
"Someone is looking for you often. Your neighbor said." Said Jihan when she got to the room. "Who? Zahra?" Riza asked his wife. "Where do I know. Yes maybe. He said come looking for you." Reply to Jihan while sitting on the sofa. "If you have the same business he's done dong." Continue the woman while grabbing an orange on the table. "I don't have any business with him Dek." Riza said he grabbed the orange from his wife's hand and began peeling. "Why is he looking for you when there's no business?" Ask whimpering. "Yes, you don't know either. We met on campus but he didn't say anything either. Are you jealous??" Riza seduces his wife. "No. Just that I don't want to be said to be a man's usurper." Reply Jihan received a mouthful of oranges from her husband. "Why say that? You are my wife. There should be him who was was was was because it disturbed the man who was married." Riza looked at his chewing wife who looked so cute. "Guard..." The man kissed his wife's lips in anxiety. "Ih...What the hell." Jihan's annoyance brought up a mischievous idea in her brain. She opened her hijab and her robe left only a tanktop and hot pants. Her fingers skilfully undressed Koko and the sarong that the husband was wearing. "Why Deck?" The man began to worry about embarrassing events that then repeated again in front of the wife. "Sir." Her call held something back as Jihan's lips began to kiss her chest gently. "I want to see you wet the bed again." Said Jihan while sitting on her husband's lap. Jihan poked her arm around Riza's neck with her lips still active on the man's chest. "Well...You're wet again, ma'am." Said Jihan feeling the seepage in the Riza boxer. "It's not a Deck pee." The man looked at his wife with a weak face. "Then?" Jihan confusion. "It's....." Riza was confused as to how to talk about explaining it.
