The morning after carrying out Eid al-Fitr prayers in congregation at the mosque, you and your husband Arham, returned home. This time, it is like a tradition that has never been abandoned, namely apologizing to those who are older or people we respect.

You looked at Arham; the man was sitting on the sofa with several paper bags containing holiday allowance money, while you sat beneath him. Between her thighs, ready to submit your boner to her.

"Now, mention at least 10 of your mistakes to me, my dear wife, and I will give you all your holiday allowance money."

Arham grinned with satisfaction at seeing your sour face, pouting, and feeling annoyed with him.

"Oh, come on, it's now or never. My naughty little wife, tell me quickly, or I'll give all this alimony money to our nephew."

You whined annoyed at him, with Arham just laughing at your annoyance at him now.