The Longing for Perfection
Last Night of the Honeymoon

Zayn looked at her with a sad smile. "Why go home? We're still four days off" he asked.

Farah shook her head slowly. "It's okay, I just want to go home," he replied lowly with a choking.

"We're here for a vacation, don't think about it, okay."

Farah looked at him. "How could I not think of it, Mom. We're here for our honeymoon but until now, I've been really bad. I-i-"

"St." Zayn rubbed his lips. "Azhdlgar. Don't say that."

"But it's like that."

"Fuck!!!"

Farah's tears are dripping. He didn't give any more answers. He was really disappointed in himself. Why she was so bad at serving her husband.

Zayn. Hugged him understandingly.

Farah clasped Zayn's sleeve. She was crying in her husband's arms. "I'm sorry, Mom," he said.

Zayn nodded. "It's okay" he answered. "It's okay, honey." He rubbed Farah's back of attention. He really understands that. He's really ridho.

"Yuk, take a walk," he asked again. But Farah nodded. Her heart was no longer as beautiful as the first one to come here. He was very sad because he was so bad.

Zayn let go of his embrace. She looked at Farah and wiped her tears. "Don't think. We can try again. If you're sad, what about me?" Zayn rubbed his hair with a pity. "Mas is really okay. Mas Ridho's. It is sad if you are like this" he said.

Farah's tears are dripping. Really thank you for Zayn's patience with him. Farah squandered her embrace on Zayn. "I love you, Mom," he said.

Zayn. Rubbing hair. "Mas loves you too. Hugely. So many."

Zayn persuades Farah. He managed to comfort his wife. Today and this honeymoon let it pass without a night of red on the bed sheet. It's okay ... Zayn didn't sue him.

The honeymoon nights just passed. Zayn no longer asked for it. He did not want Farah to become moody and cry while they were in Karimunjawa. It's okay, isn't it still so long. He will always be patient to wait for Farah, until the woman is ready.

And ... This is their last night in Karimunjawa. Tonight, they take a dip and occasionally try to swim in the swimming pool behind the homestay. Enjoy a star-studded night with round moonlight that refracts in the vast ocean.

"Karimunjawa was a place I wanted to visit since I was in High School" Farah told the publication.

"But mother never allowed me to come here" Farah continued.

"Why?"

"Fear of straying, fear of why-why, and there are still many reasons mothers not to allow their children to go for a walk," replied Farah. He rubbed Zayn's arm under the water. "People know for themselves, I became very KuPer - Less Social - and became a home child."

"Mother is right" replied Zayn. He defended his mother-in-law.

Farah looked at him. "Why is that? I even feel upset. Every time friends post photos of the streets, I can only see without being able to like those who are free anywhere."

"That's because I take care of you, honey. And I think I should thank him. Mom and dad take very good care of you for me." Zayn kissed Farah's cheek. "Mas will take very good care of you, for them" Zayn continued.

Farah turned her body and hugged her. "Honey a lot" he said.

After you have finished cleaning yourself and prepare to sleep. Farah came to Zayn in a thin nightgown, although not a transparent nightgown but it was a pretty sexy type of nightgown.

Farah was not the type of woman who dared to flirt. She was very shy and had to muster all her courage just to wear a nightgown that might not be so sexy - to other women - but to Zayn this was already very extraordinary. They are a simple couple.

"Have the angel come to me tonight" said Zayn, looking at Farah, who was timidly walking towards him.

Farah did not want to give up. She wanted to give her husband the right. He wanted Zayn to receive something that the men were supposed to receive on the days of their newlyweds.

Zayn stood up to greet his bidadari. Stretched out her hand and lowered her head to kiss Farah's hand as the woman received a helping hand.

Zayn hugged her. Invite him to move a little like someone dancing.

"Darling, you're so pretty." A line of compliments from Zayn's lips. He also left a kiss on Farah's neck. Smooth creeping on the woman's ears.

Farah hugged him. Give himself up very willingly. Letting Zayn do whatever the man wants to do to him. And really ... Farah began to fall. His breath began to rush.

"Mas, I really gave myself to you. Take the flowers no matter what," Farah said between the kisses Zayn gave..

Lovingly, Zayn picked up Farah, carried the woman and laid her on the bed.

Farah greeted him with love. Whatever happened tonight. He has to make it. He would endure any pain that might strike him. This is the last night of their honeymoon.