The Road to Syafir Heaven
Really missed!

Syafir and Syaffana until D, the village adjacent to the village that is troubled with PT. Gunas Jaya, when the sun has sunk in the west horizon. Lembayung twilight makes the beautiful face of Syaffana more beautiful Dimata Syafir. He welcomed Syaffa's hand and pulled him gently, got out of their car, and then they sailed along to a small shop, to ask about the village.

After getting an explanation from the shop owner, they also returned to the car.

Syaffa decided to stay here, because the two villages are only limited by a bridge. For that they find the village head house, according to the instructions of the shop owner's mother.

Syafir took Syaffa step steadily, down from his red Mobilio which he parked on the side of the road, in front of the local jorong house. They say hello to the door, after getting permission from the owner of the house, they enter.

After talking, and introducing himself to his alakadar. Syafir conveys the purpose of his arrival, to report, all looking for lodging for Syaffana.

Mr. Jorong took them to a place, after praying and entertaining them dinner, the results of the special kitchen preparation of the wife.

When acquainted, Syaffana was about to introduce Syafir as her husband, but Syafir had already confessed his brother Syaffa.

Syaffa was forced to obey, not wanting to argue in front of people.

" I put my sister in Jorong sir's village.

Once the work is done, I'll pick you up again. " Syafir said when the car was parked in front of a contract.

Mulyadi, open the contract door. Then go in and press the switch.

The lights were on, lighting the room.

" Please enter Syafir sir! There's no lodging here, just a tenement like this. I hope your sister is stuck here. If the matter of rent is not to be thought, I should accommodate Miss Syaffana in my home to make it more feasible, but later afraid miss less freely, because my wife impressed to the person. " Said Mr. Jorong sungkan, after opening the door.

Then hand the key to Syafir.

" Lagian ngak well I also took home Mr. Jorong, disrespectful to the citizens as well, later there will be many questions, Mr. Jorong so difficult because of me. It's as

thanks, not rent. " Syaffa said while thrusting an envelope at her husband, to be put in the case of Mr. Jorong.

Syafir who understood immediately did so.

" My sister said, Reski should not be rejected, Mr. Jorong..." Syafir said with a sincere smile, then he inserted the Envelope from Syaffa into the pocket of the village head shirt.

They went inside, and checked every side of the room. Mr. Jorong showed the room, kitchen, to the bathroom.

" Pak Jorong contract seems quite comfortable, even equipped with Forniture and kitchen contents. " Praise Syaffa as soon as they finish checking.

" Thank God if suitable, because this stay is empty, and this has just left my sister who works at PT GJ, every Sunday she and her family vacation here, now she is mutated to PsB area, ' he said , similar PT outside the area ." Obviously, Mr. Jorong.

" UHM......Worth completing it, for your own sister! " _ Syaffa mangosteen.

After telling a story for a while, the simple living room sofa, the village head

it was with a feeling of pleasure.

" Please secure me until morning, Mr. Mulyadi...You see maybe back this night, tired and sleepy. " Syafir said that made Mr. Jorong stop his steps.

" Must be Mr. Syafir! I'll see the youth leader. " Speak Mr. Jorong before it passes..

The tenement house owned by Mr. Jorong D is quite good, the semi-permanent building looks neat and clean. Syaffa is happy to get these Serapi rooms, although simple.

" Bang pake ngaku brother all the same Mr. Mul, if ngaku wife would be better. It's a rental of accommodation, we can honeymoon here. " Syaffana is like Nagging.

Syafir pinched Syaffana's nose because of anxiety, seeing his wife who likes to nag.

" We're not going on a honeymoon here, baby...There are neighbors next door.

Later to finish this mission, Brother bring it somewhere, the place is more comfortable than here. Now let's get clean first, get out of it pray and bobok. Isn't it tired? " Take Syafir with his sweetest smile.

Shaffa dahayna wanted to protest, but remembered they had never rested, so he nodded obediently.

While Syaffa was holed up, Syafir covered his car with a coat, after making sure everything was safe, he got in and locked the door.

" After the prayer they sleep in bed, using one roll to be as good as both.

" This is to make it more friendly, so that there is no barrier. " Syafir said as he pulled the blanket up to his waist. Then he kissed Syaffa.

" Bobok mat pretty sister..." His whisper was soft and then closed his eyes, while his right hand was holding Syaffa.

The position of his mouth was nosed to his wife's head.

The night wind seemed to swing the eyelids of Syaffana who had a long hammer. Until the eyes become heavy. Not how long he slept.

The night is getting late, and the air is getting

bone-chilling.

In fact, Syafir was used to the night air, as he was a party adventurer. But to spend the night in a hillside village, with this cold air, this new Syafir felt, plus his body was exhausted, less rest, making his body shiver in the middle of the night.

Syaffa woke up feeling a shock at his side. Her eyes were round seeing her husband shivering in the cold.

" Bang....Shaffa rubbed her husband's face. Check its condition.

" Geez...He's feverish..." Shaffa Mumbles.

Syaffa remembers when he was a child, if he shivered like this, his mother would bathe him with water cooked by inserting lemongrass and turmeric stems. Especially this Friday night,

The word fever came Friday night should not be ignored, it was fatal. Syaffa's father often disagreed with his mother about his ancient beliefs. But each syaffana is treated with traditional medicine

ala mother, God willing he is healed.

Shaffa took his hand out of Syafir's embrace, then he went to the kitchen.

" Thank God...There's a boiler here, too. " I cry his heart.

Shaffa fills the water into the boiler. Remembering that in the front garden there are turmeric and lemongrass plants, he took a kitchen knife, and walked towards the front of the house.

After getting everything he needed, he hurriedly entered the door. Rushing towards the kitchen.

Shaffa turns on the stove, cooks water immediately. Once ripe, copy it to a bucket, bring it to the bath. Syaffa mixes water with cold water.

" dear...We take a shower, yeah..." Take Shaffa who made the cold Syafir shudder in horror.

" Iw..nnn...I...want Mom....kill a..I....k..right? " he asked with an increasingly shaky body.

Shaffa kissed those vibrating lips, to keep them warm.

" I'll make you like a rice cici bird drum! if it's cold take a bath, heat is brought to sunbathing." Syaffa smiled mischievously.

Before Syafir could argue, Syaffa had lifted her husband's body to the bathroom.

Of course he can do it, because the power of Shaffa is comparable to men

tough.

Syaffa watered her husband's body manually using a dipper.

The lukewarm water that flushed his body, made Syafir's body

warmed. He forgot his body that only wears boxer , because of the pampering warm sensation. The smell of the water also made his mind calm.

Syafir looked at his wife as a goddess descending from heaven.

He who is almost never spoiled like this by the mother, feels happiness that overflows in the chest, so that his eyes do not feel glassy.

When finished, Syaffa wrapped Syafir's body with a towel.

" open! " said later.

" What? " asked Syafir, his voice was normal.

Without waiting for the husband's answer, Syaffa opened the wet Boxer. Tak Ayal is certainly an heirloom object that conicals behind there, to stand because Syaffa touched Syafir's thigh to throw the Boxer.

Syafir bit his lower lip, when it stiffened perfectly, because of the friction of Syaffa's head when he lowered his head

would like to quote the oncong-oncong wrapper under the husband's feet.

Now Syafir pulled his wife to his feet. Without a word he took Syaffa into his arms.

" It's still cold, isn't it? " ask plain syaffa.

" Uhu's....Only that voice came out. Seconds

next, Syaffa's tiny lips are already in his arms.

Like their snake dancers walking in twirls, their legs run rhythmically towards the same destination. The room is not far away.

Now they're on the iron bed with the real cotton mattress.

Whether the power of the Goddess of love, or the dexterity of the Angel of Michael, does not exist

again the knees were swaying like that night.

Bravely and boldly, Syafir stripped his wife of his sanitary napkin, then******* her lips until their breath was tight, stalking the whole inch of Syaffa's body with her lips and tongue. Until now it was Syaffalah who shivered withholding desire.

Like a hot worm, Syaffa danced under the body of the husband, because it could not stand touch-by-touch

deathly.

Aghhh.......Aghhh..............

A...I'll die if you can't do it now. " The phrase hyperbole is suddenly spoken at the end of the long whimper of Shaffa, when Syafir plays his tongue in a wet valley overgrown with fine grass below.

Because he could not stand it anymore, Syaffa pulled Syafir, to face his face

it's red already.

" dear...Ak.i.i...Wanna be? " ask Syafir.

Syaffa widened his thighs smoothly, so that Syafir knew he received it.

This time, Syafir tried to take his way, although the road was very difficult to penetrate, he tried hard to enter the Shaffana cave. The shaffa bites

lips hold the pain, when the weapon concluded Syafir managed to penetrate, and misses into his. The next second they began to dance in bed, with

rhythm soft, medium, to fast rhythm. Lips no longer speak, but their eyes, heart and soul wrap together. The next second their bodies convulsed, then a long cry sounded, the two men had reached the Nirvana world together.

Syafir kissed his wife's cheeks affectionately, while Syaffa smiled as he clenched his body tightly

her husband's.

" Sorry...I'm khilaf..." He said then that made Syaffa giggle amused.

Syafir revoked his own because amused also with the tickle of the wife. However when

he saw a drop of blood stain the white sheet. Then he screamed.

" It must hurt a lot ! I hurt you already! Syafirpun tears can not be dammed, he really feels guilty.

" Hic..hik...I'm breaking a promise...I hurt you in this rental house...Hic.

hik..i am so evil! The next door neighbor must have heard. I'm sorry." he said with a pitiful look interrupted by his sobbing.

Syaffa could not help but smile when she saw her husband crying

something.

" I should have been, because my crown had been taken away. But he was the one crying.

Yes Mustache.yes mustache....Please grow on my husband's lips, let his face not be this innocent anymore. " Inner Syaffana.

Then came the naughty thoughts in his mind.

" this...So sick! There's no cure but one. " Saying with a sly smile.

" What? " ask Syafir unsuspecting.

" Colokin's that again!" Syaffa said in command. Then he wiped the biological weapon.

"But the word ustadz must be cleaned first, Wudhu Sunnah, before adding. ", said Syafir gently brushed off his wife's hand. Then he got off the bed.

" Don't you learn there? why use nangis all handsome brothers? " tanya Syaffa then sat down, shook her body and went down. As he was about to walk, he grimaced with the pain, at the base of his thigh. Syafir immediately turned around and caught Syaffa's body.

" It's Sick! " His speech then crouched down to blow the sensitive part of Syaffana.

" dear...I peed, ntar sprayed there. "whimper in the style of Duckface (pointing with mouth ) towards the mouth of Syafir.

" Bab-boy brother is a bathtub, beautiful sister! " His speech then raised Syaffana before Syaffa had protested.

" Mister Ustadz Zaki didn't say he would bleed and be sick, if he said so, you wouldn't do it!, I'm sorry... Mr. Ustadz half-and-half, Brother so failed to understand, beautiful sister became his victim, he said happy wife by having sex gently and affectionately, but in fact hurt so! " Omel Syafir to the bathroom.

" Mister Ustadz is not wrong..." Last Brother did it gently, the pain just for a moment, because the first one is so, later if it is more definitely not sick again. " Syaffa said while clean.

" Means pretty sister has never been! It means you get the original! Sorry if you initially think your sister is ordinary, because it is not ashamed to start first" said Syafir honestly.

Shaffa hugged Syafir, whispering in his ear." After sister was afraid, Brother did not have it, so sister peimpin, in fact very large and ferocious, until this is very sick because of it. Come quickly we go in, let's add it up, so that the pain goes away, that's a lesson that Ustadz did not teach.

" For men, it turned out to be delicious. Maybe that's why, papa never angry when diomeli mama, it turns out that the woman is sick, let alone about it. " Syafir said again, this time managed to make Syaffa laugh out loud until thinning back.

" My husband really missed! But I'm glad to have it. " Inner Syaffana.