The Longing for Perfection
Honeymoon

Their kisses deepened. Zayn slowly flipped over Farah's body and settled her beautiful face. Swab Farah's cheek gently and then put her lips together again.

"Darling, let's be happy. Don't think of anything other than the two of us together" Zayn said after he finished his kiss. He held Farah's hand. The woman nodded with a smile. His heart beat spurred fast. Actually, he started getting carried away by Zayn's kiss. Especially when Zayn deliberately exhaled softly in his ears just before the man said.

"Do you see the back area of the homestay?" ask Zayn. Actually, he was the same .. he started getting carried away by the desire on Farah but he held it back. He wants to really make tonight so special and wonderful. He doesn't want to rush.

Zayn took Farah by the hand and took the woman to the back of the homestay. When the door at the back is opened, the open sea with a light green blue-covered color greets very beautifully.

Farah covered her mouth with both palms. His eyes are spoiled by the beauty of this nature. He stepped towards the back porch and stood at the end of the fence.

"Goddess, lovely. This Subhanallah is amazing" praise Farah by glorifying the name of his Lord. A sight that amazed him.

Zayn smiled at Farah who looked so happy.

"Want to swim?" Zayn.

Farah looked at him. And then bring his gaze to the swimming pool on the left side. Again the woman melted away seeing this. However ....

"Mas, I can't swim" said Farah staring at Zayn.

The man hugged her. "Mas can't either" said Zayn and they laughed together.

"Aren't you good at swimming in the riverside of the village?" said Farah.

"Not really" replied Zayn. He kissed Farah on the cheek.

"Then are we going to waste this pool facility?" ask Farah.

"Isn't Master better at swimming? Master often takes his students to the pool, right?"

Zayn chuckled and he grabbed Farah's hand.

"Cobain, yuk," he asked. He invites Farah to try swimming in this pool.

Farah pulled Zayn's hand. "Not changed clothes" he said.

Zayn looked at him mischievously. "No need to change clothes, honey. Just undress and go straight into the pool" he said. The words that made Farah ashamed to imagine it.

"Mas, ish." Farah pinched Zayn's hand. "By the way it's lhoo."

"Something is wrong?" Zayn asked. He pulled his hand from Farah's grasp and slowly opened the jacket he was wearing. Slowly, he also took off his clothes.

"Bag!!" Farah exclaimed in shame. He stormed Zayn and hugged him. "Don't undress here. What if someone sees it. It's an open room" Farah said. He pushed Zayn's body with his. Make the man step back until they go back into their room.

"No one will see it, each room there is a blocker even outside the room. So it's perfectly safe when we swim." Zayn.

"Are you?" ask Farah to clarify. "Mas know where? Ever been here? Same who? Same with him, huh? Ex-girlfriend? Oh Astagfirullah, horrified."

Zayn's forehead is wrinkled. Why bring an ex.

"Astagfirullah, your mind is that, you know" said Zayn. He poked softly on Farah's nose. "Well, did you come here with him?"

"He who?"

Zayn looked at him sharply. Both of his hands were on Farah's waist. "Klikitik if naughty talk about the former and the edges are angry," said Zayn immediately. He instantly made a smooth movement at Farah's waist, making the woman laugh due to the amused taste in her waist.

Farah immediately let go of Zayn's hand and ran. But before long, Zayn caught him again. And they fell on a bed full of flowers.