The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza

Street Road

As promised by Jihan, today she will invite her husband and sister to walk the road. They were ready in the dining room for breakfast before leaving. "Hose milk's been spent on the Deck." Tegur Riza saw Jihan still left a quarter. "Kenyang Mas's. Just breathe first." Reason. He was tired of Vanilla. Want to change the taste is also already this made her husband. It is not good to refuse. Although it will also be made when He asks. But it would be a pity if not drunk. Mubazirs.

Riza checked all the equipment before leaving. "Susu. What else is less?" The man muttered through the bag he was carrying. "Why Mas?" tanya Jihan approached her husband while carrying a camera bag. "No. It's just a screech if someone's left behind." The man replied with a smile. "It's complete. Let's go in." Take Jihan and the man nodded immediately.

The first place they visited was Trafalgar Square which is a square in the center of London. Riza did not stop clutching his wife's hand afraid that the woman was lost because of the visitors are quite crowded. It should not be him who worries about Jihan but he who should worry about himself for not knowing the ins and outs of this place. His English is a mess. The danger of getting lost must be how. "Not rest yet Deck?" Riza asked because she was walking. "No. Not tired though. We're going to Hyde Park and we're going to rest there." Replied Jihan and her husband just nodded.

Jihan and Riza were sitting on the bench while Mark was still walking down the street. They are now located in Hyde Park which is one of the largest parks in central London. Jihan didn't stop shooting around making her husband anxious. The man kissed his wife's cheek and a small bite made Jihan screech for a moment. "You're why." He was upset while hitting the husband's arm. "I'm just worried to see you're so serious. Husband himself in winain." Said Riza taking his wife's camera and then linking her fingers to her fingers tightly. "This is how good the Deck is." He said with a smile.

The atmosphere of the road today was deserted so they could arrive quickly at Margate beach. Jihan invited her husband and sister to come down. "Astaghfirullah." Said Riza turning her face away. "Why the hell is Mas?" Ask Jihan in astonishment. "I don't want to be here. Let's just go home. You took me to a place where people don't wear clothes like that." Riza's words made his wife and his sister sigh. The faith and religious observance of Riza is so deep. Jihan forgot her husband was very sensitive. "Yes. We home. But stop by to pray the same lunch first." Riza nodded then immediately got in the car again.

Go home from the street of Jihan road directly to the kitchen to prepare food. Rice is ripe just the side dish. "Sorry, Dek." Said Riza feeling guilty for ruining his wife's holiday moment. "No papa." But now Jihan is very patient and has a chest. Why is it now that Riza's a bitch. Exchanging where the souls of the two were? Or the man's airsickness becomes a little different. "Wait in the dining room. It's just gonna be ripe soon." Riza shook her head slowly. "Let me take it there." The man was answered with a nod by his wife.

The three ate together though with a different menu. Jihan and Mark ate from the restaurant while Riza ate the wife's cooking. Jihan smiled seeing her husband eat so voraciously. "Tomorrow you'll be home by noon." Jihan's words made the two men stop eating her instantly. "Sir. Not the night, is it?" Riza was immediately sad to have to part with his wife. Unwillingly? Indeed indeed. But how else do they agree. "Mas. The night flight said it couldn't. It's day and morning. Instead of the morning I choose it by noon." Said Jihan while holding her husband's hand. "Can't ya stay here with you?" The question made things blue. "Mas we've agreed." Her speech. Riza immediately approached and hugged his wife. He really doesn't want to be separated. Moreover, the condition of Jihan being pregnant made her worried.

In the dim room atmosphere Riza hugged his wife's body. Both closed their eyes but did not sleep. "Why Mas?" Jihan asked felt something strange. "Mas. Can I have that...." Her words were ambiguous but Jihan understood her husband's intentions. Riza realized that she could only hold back because maybe his wife was tired all day this street. Jihan nodded slowly making Riza smile. The man immediately sat down with passion. He wrapped his wife's body and began to remove her clothes and throw them in any direction. His hands and mouth did not stop working to seduce the wife who was under him. "Mas will slow down the deck." The man pointed his possessions at Jihan's. Push the hips under the blanket slowly. "Ooh...Mas...It hurts." Jihan hissed while clutching her husband's sturdy arm feeling him down there so tight. "Still narrow Deck...Patience." His words pushed again until it set perfectly. Riza began to move her hips with a soft and slow tempo.

Long groans sounded a few times. Riza looked up at the sky of the room with sweat pouring out. The man rolled his body then kissed the wife's face with breathing that was still irregular. "Thank you Deck." He said softly then hugged the innocent body of Jihan who was under the blanket. The two will rest for a while before bathing together so that tomorrow morning can directly pray.