Wife For Faith

Chapter 113

The hand is now behind the waist of the husband. Touching the skin that feels warm so as to cause a spark like an electric shock, but this is different. The fingers continued to climb upwards until they reached the plain back of the man lying below.

A groan just came out of Aiman's lips as his wife's hand continued to guerrilla over his back skin. He bit his lower lip when that point could be found by Fatimah. With begging eyes, the man asked his woman to continue doing so.

“What's the fit, Bi?” fatimah asked so softly in the husband's ear.

“Yahhh, that's great, darling,” the answer is accompanied by ******** which makes the ears of anyone who hears will misunderstand.

A loud clap had just floated onto Aiman's shoulder. The culprit is of course his own wife. The woman looked at her husband's face fiercely because it had disturbed the Fatimah commentary that was massaging.

“Once again abi talk like that, umma do not hesitate to leave a long enough mark on your skin!” threaten Fatimah in earnest.

Aiman chuckled under the body of Fatimah. “All would never have happened if only you had made me jealous half-empty, Ummaya,” you don't want to be blamed.

Fatimah's hand again patted hard on the back of the husband, making the owner of the body again scream in pain. “Ummaya!” exclaimed Aiman, then put on a pouting face.

“Meanings so people don't have to be more. Thought there again play drama kali.” The scorn was clearly addressed to the husband. How when Aiman who was jealous actually fell slammed onto the floor because he wanted to pull Fatimah's body at the meeting location with the client last afternoon.

Even tonight Fatimah had to be a free masseuse to massage Aiman's waist pain, and his back as well. Luckily Khumaira was held so firmly by the father that when he fell, he had to let his limbs hit the floor.

Khumaira herself was crying out loud. Perhaps he was so surprised because the movement was so fast that he who was asleep had to wake up forcibly. Be for a few minutes the baby cried loudly in the arms of Fatimah until it was difficult to calm down.

“This would never have happened if you had always been by my side, Honey!” sahut Aiman is not to blame. Again.

“Iih, really, really, you, Bi. So the peeper is not, deh!” Fatimah clenched her hands together. Because the husband actually blamed him back, when clearly the one who had left him was Aiman. However, he even threw a stone to hide his hand like this.

Aiman immediately changed position without letting the wife go away from the top of his body. Now, Fatimah's body is on the lap of the husband. The man's hand touched the nose that had made him fail to focus.

“Sickness, Bi. “ Fatimah put on a sullen face because Aiman suddenly bit his right cheek. “So my nose was sprained, now my cheek is a victim. Continue, later on moreover?”

“This will be the victim!” aiman said with passion.

After that, no more shouting, nor scolding could be heard from the lips of the two husbands. They are now busy exploring every inch full of excitement that is ready to make the atmosphere tonight becomes more warm.

The beautiful melodies that come out of their lips seem to be the chant of the night that will always make every couple long. Not allowed anything else to disturb the heaven of the world that they are trying to reach together.

“I love you because Allah Ta’ala, Ummaya.”

“I also love you because Allah Ta’ala, Abi.” The body that had been flooded by the sweat was now covered by a blanket. Where the cloth will protect them from the cold wind that was about to break through the skin.

**

“How long was it? Are you deliberately seeking revenge because I once refused your lunch invitation, huh?”

“Eits! I just came to play too. Patience, Warts! Mbok, yes, give me time to sit down and enjoy this cold drink!” Riko put a cup of cold drink that he bought at the cashier, then put one on the table for Maya who was looking at him sharply.

“Do you think after bribing me with a drink it can make me instantly melt?” Maya snatched Riko's words fiercely. “Gak will work!" the sarcasm.

A heavy gust of breath just blew out of his mouth. It turned out that the cold drink did not make the heat on his skin improve at all. The man actually looks so overwhelmed and clear from the look of his face that is slightly pale. However, the woman up ahead was unaware of it.

Maya is too soluble in her ego's attitude that it doesn't matter what Riko is now. “I give you my account number it's not to clean all the contents of your tube, well!” continued ketus.

Riko closed her eyes when her stomach again felt pain. Like being hit by a lot of stabbing knives, then in the upper part of the heart also hurts amazingly. Nausea made him want to spit out his stomach contents. However, for a few days he did not eat and only coffee.

Riko's situation is the same as when Maya caught him being an anteater on an office sofa. This time it hurt more. The body that could not stand the pain immediately ducked until the man's head hit the table in front of him.

“Do not act, Deh, Dak! I know you're just pretending, right?” Maya snorts cynically as she sees the man repeatedly banging his head against the table.

“I said no acting, Rhino!” exclaim Maya who began to dislike what was done by Riko.

The next thing that happened was that the man's body fell to the floor so hard that it made other visitors turn to the two people in all black clothes.

Maya rushed up from the chair when she saw Riko's face was now deathly pale. His hands, as well as his lips trembled in fear. He did not expect that Riko was not acting, let alone joking.

“Mbak how is it, anyway? I knew his girlfriend was sick and was being romped. If you don't love just break up! Basic women don't know themselves!” said one of the visitors to Maya who can now only be stuck on the floor.

Riko's body has been taken by several male visitors to a nearby hospital. Seeing the condition of the man there is no way they handle it themselves here. As a result, they also use one of the visitors' vehicles to be able to deliver the person to get help.

The crystal drips by itself. Hands clenched tightly on his right and left sides. Ignoring the gaze, as well as the bad talk about him that had been thrown from the mouths of some visitors. “I'm sorry, Ko. I don't know, if you're sick,” regret.