Hot Couple: Inspiration From God (I Love You, Ustadz!)
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"Go home?" ask Mas Ilham who I responded with a nod. Then, sweetly he put a helmet on my head. Understandably, a couple who are warm, hopefully until we are old, Mas Ilham will remain as sweet as that.

After that, without being asked, I who had climbed onto the motor immediately wrapped my hands around Mas Ilham's waist. The motor roared, and we drove under the heat of the afternoon sun which was so scorching and very stinging. Then, then...

Just a few meters away we drove, suddenly Mas Ilham stopped the pace of the bike and pulled over on the shoulder of the road. Just under the shade of a shady tree.

"Why, Mas?" my many.

He puts his shoulders. "Fuckin' ya. The motorbike's flat. Leaking like that."

"Couldn't you? I mean...."

"Don't know. It was okay."

"So...?"

"Must be taken to the workshop."

"Shove?"

"Hu 'um. But you go home first. Let me-"

"I'm with you." I got off the bike too.

"But it's hot, honey."

"It's okay."

"You sure? You'll know for yourself the workshop near here is just there. Another workshop is too far away. I don't want to go there."

Yeah, I doubt it. But how else?

Seeing the doubt on my face, Mas Ilham said, "Try first. If the owner does not receive our service there, yes, we will have to go to another workshop further."

Bismillahs. Kusahuti Mas Ilham with a scared tone, "Please the mechanic who took it here, how? We'll have to bring the bike back here. We'll both just wait here, okay?"

"Don't be cruel, dear."

"This motor needs to be pushed. It's hot anyway."

"Yes the pay is overstated, Mas."

"The workshop is visible from here. I try to push it there. You'd better--"

"I'm coming with you" cut me quick. "It's okay, really. I'm not pushing, yeah. Hehe." I also grinned.

Same. Ilham also replied. "Related, huh? Its hot. You also have high rights. You also fast. Surely willing?"

Actuallyno. But I'm not that hard to let Mas Ilham push his bike alone and heat up, anyway. "It's okay, Mom. I'm willing to be so hard to be happy with you."

"Goddessa. Thank you, yes, dear."

Yep, I'm smiling. I also walked behind Mas Ilham who pushed his bike while occasionally looking at me who was walking behind him.

In the workshop, the workshop was owned by Mas Imam, I found his car parked next to the workshop. That means the Imam is in there. Geez..I am tired and still so flat, I am afraid Mas Imam to act in a way if he sees us. What if he makes trouble again? But the other workshop is too far away. Poor my husband too."

"Corn, Ma'am," said Adi, a mechanic who always mama and immediately serve me if I come to the workshop.

I forced a smile. "Holy," I said, and I immediately introduced Mas Ilham as the sweet mechanic looked towards my husband. "This is my husband, Di."

Mas Ilham introduced himself, reached out and mentioned his name. Adi, who also introduced himself to Mas Ilham.

"This..," muttered Adi who seemed uncomfortable with our arrival. Obviously, in there was his boss - who in fact was known to Adi as my ex-boyfriend.

Spry. I quickly said, "His brother deflated, Di. Probably leak. Please be serviced, yes. If it needs to be replaced with a new tire, nothing, just replaced immediately."

"Yo wis, don't check, yo, Ma'am. Ma and Mas monggo sit down first."

According to. We also sat in the waiting chair. After a few tens of minutes later, Mas Ilham's motorbike was in service, replaced with new tires. But suddenly...

Oh Lord, without us knowing it, Mas Imam appeared from his workshop, just when Mas Ilham was joking with me. The husband who was blowing wind into my face, knew to be stabbed by him.

I'm squealing. Hysterical.