Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
Gesrek!

After many hours of travel and flights and even transit in Singapore, we finally arrived in San Francisco, America. With a pickup car provided by his friend Mas Ilham, from the airport we were immediately escorted to the RC hotel. The cool hotel looks like the White House, and is not far from Chinatown, North Beach, Nob Hill, and Union Square. Yep, it's a classy hotel aka elite. An overnight stay there can drain a wallet of a few hundred dollars. But the bed is comfortable. The taste was so tender like clouds, and they provided the chocolate-coated strawberry fruits along with champagne by our bedside when we arrived. Champagne is going to be ruined.

After putting down my bag and removing my hijab, I checked the room service menu and nearly fainted when I saw the price of a plate of cut bananas. Mahal naudzubillah, or I who kampungan aka hick? Ahaha!

"Crazy. In Rembang, one bunch of bananas is not as expensive as this," I said.

Mas Ilham chuckled. He was taking off his watch, then draped his jacket on the sofa. "Alright, Honey. Don't think about it," he said. "All the services we get here are free. Unless we eat or snack outside."

"Hu 'um. We will eat on the roadside. Instead of your money running out. You can sell my jewelry later. Whoops!"

Laughter Mas Ilham increasingly broken. "It won't, darling." he said. "Inshaallah, I will not borrow it, let alone ask it back. Jewelry is your right. And my right is...."

Start....

Mas Ilham who had removed all the clothes from his body and now only wearing his trousers - immediately hugged me from behind, then he whispered, "Mandi with you. Yea? Wants, right?"

No. gabe. He wasn't waiting for me to answer his call. He wanted his right as a husband to bathe with me, his beloved wife. In fact, his hands were instantly skilled at removing all the clothes that were stuck to my body without exception. Including taking off the pants he was wearing. And, what a sweet husband inspiration. He took me - to the bathroom.

Oh my God, what a romantic hotel service. All toiletries are available, even equipped with aroma therapy candles. Best.

From Mas Ilham's sling, I now stand before him. With a shower from the bathroom ceiling, we were both drenched in cold water. Hot kiss, long enough.

"I need your warmth, Zahra."

Oho! Ilham pushed me against the wall. With her intense eyes, she stared into my eyes without blinking in such a close distance. I shudder. Though our age has been three months, but why in this moment he was able to make my heart pounding again plus deg-degan just because of his gaze?

But...

Then she turned my body around to her back. Then, he grabbed both of my hands, sticking them against the wall in his grasp.

"Zahra?"

"Emm?"

"I love you. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Zahra."

"Emm?"

"I want to sing you a song."

Eh?

"What song?"

"You hear that?"

"Mmm-mmm...."

"A countdown of three."

"OKAY. I count, three. two. one."

Mas Ilham took a deep breath, then he cleared his throat. "Look, yeah. A song for you, special I offer from the bottom of my heart. Um, lizard on the wall."

"Buck...!" my protest was a bit screaming.

He giggles! Basic... ruin the atmosphere!

"Come on. sing along with me."

"No way."

"Zahra... please...?"

"Please.listen, yes." He went back to singing, "Piggles on the wall. Quietly..continue."

I'm shaking.

"Continue...."

"Silently creeps."

"Come with a mosquito."

"Hap!"

Silent.

He devoured me: right at the nape of my neck. Oh my God. his hap is sweet. And because of that momentary silence was immediately stirred by my broken laughter. There was Mas Ilham's nimble behavior, and it made me love him even more.

"Happy always, yes, Zahra. Inspiration is always with you. The husband who wants to see you is always happy and laughing."

Uuuuuh....

"Yes, Mas. I promise."

"Thank you."

"Ep. Uhh!"

Geez, I didn't even get to finish my words. The tough guy had activated his power through his mischievous guerrilla fingers on my chest.

"Zahra," said he.

"Emm?"

"I love you. You feel it, Zahra?"

Eummmmm. I feel it.

"Yes, Mas. I-i-"

Again, the strength of his hand was drawn to me. "Hmm?"

"I. I feel it, Mas. It feels so."

And now, he lifted my left leg, then turned himself on me, pressed, and immersed himself in my love -- with all love.

"You feeling it? Can you feel my love?"

I'm nodding.

"You know, I love you so much. And do you know...?"

Silent.

"What?"

"It." He's pressing me.

"What's? I don't understand."

"This. It's called the lizard-style on the wall."

Argha! Sebal!

Laughter Mas Ilham boomed filled the bathroom space. Basic gesrek! Again he ruined the mood.