A Little Hope For Ashma
21. The first person remains the winner

"Don't you marry that woman because she looks similar to your late lover huh?"

Adam's footsteps stopped in the middle of making Zavier immediately swallow his saliva, the aura of the man seemed to be sticking out creepy.

"He looks the same as my Lily or something else that's none of your business!"

Zavier did not want to say anymore, the aura of the man was so dangerous that his hair brushed.

Adam continues his steps letting Zavier think anything of them, Adam doesn't care.

In the room Ashma was lying down while staring at the television screen, but she had no interest in watching it let it stay on while her eyes began to close, Ashma was asleep in her sleep.

Until an hour passed Ashma was still comfortable sleeping, giving Adam a chance who had been in the room from fifteen minutes ago to look at Ashma's peaceful face with a faint smile. Adam, who was also tempted to see Ashma asleep, made himself decide to climb into the bed and lie next to Ashma, he participated in a dream with his wife.

Ashma sayup-sayup heard Adhan's voice from her phone and then she opened her eyes slowly. Ashma felt the roar of one's breath appear warm on Ashma's neck which was startled immediately to look sideways.

Finding Adam sleeping next to him while hugging him made Ashma smile a little, he also did not make much movement just trying to reach for his phone which featured the voice of the Ashar Adhan.

Ashma took off the hand of Adam who held her slowly, after successfully removing Ashma immediately patted her husband's arm.

"Mas woke up, it's Ashar."

Adam wriggled open his eyes slowly as he felt the gentle elusan of someone.

Ashma immediately stood up, tying up her long hair. He intends to take ablution water.

"Have you entered prayer time?" Adam asked in a distinctive hoarse voice just waking up. Ashma nodded then sauntered away towards the bathroom.

While waiting for his wife to be holy, Adam opened his phone screen to see what information came in.

Adam massaged the base of his nose while reading one very important chat.

"I have to leave Ashma again" murmured Adam, as he did not want to leave Ashma. Adam wanted to be always close to his wife, for some reason Adam could not be far from her.

Not long after Ashma came out of the bathroom in accordance ablution, Adam drew his attention to Ashma and put his phone on the nightstand.

"Wait for me to pray, we pray together."

Ashma immediately nodded and waited for her husband who was in holiness. He held a cool chair and sat himself down while reciting.

Seeing his wife who was ready immediately Adam headed to the place of prayer.

"Had You?"

"Hm,"

Adam imitated again, Ashma was grateful to be able to pray together with her husband.

The congregational Ashar prayer looks solemn and syahdu, after finishing Ashma kiss the back of Adam's hand with reverence.

"I want permission to work" Adam said suddenly, making Ashma immediately draw his eyes to Adam. This is also the first time Adam asked her permission when before the man left without any conversation with her.

Ashma is kind of unwilling, but her husband has a very important job he can not also prevent let alone his job requires Adam to always be ready for duty.

"How many days?"

"I will tell you every day" Adam replied, not yet confirming how long it will take to complete his task.

"I'm not sure yes," Ashma sighed heavily, again she should be ready to be left behind at all times.

"Oh, I'll let you."

Adam pulled Ashma into his arms, "I promise I'll be home soon when my job is done."

"Let it go longer, I'm so calm as I breathe in your scent" Ashma suddenly told a slightly frontal ear to Adam.

"My scent is fragrant, you've got opium!" Ashma screamed stuck in Adam's arms, actually he did not accept Adam said it but he did not want to respond because honestly inhaling the scent of Adam's body was much more comfortable.

Adam still did not expect Ashma would be as clear as it was to pull out his head. "Tonight you'll have to be on duty!" Ashma took off her arms with Adam. The man's words must have referred to his rations.

Ashma throbbed at Adam's smiling face while winking one eye, teasing Ashma to the point that his cheeks were red as tomatoes.

"Ihhh.gausa masang rich face is Mas!" Ashma felt like she was being stared at by a flirtatious man.

Adam laughed loosely, his stomach tingled amusedly at Ashma's misbehavior. Ashma was also stunned for a while because she had just seen Adam laughing.

"The flirtatious shit, rich playboy guy!" agitated Ashma immediately threw out his face. Adam's laughter subsided, he took a slow breath to neutralize his face.

"Have you experienced it?" Adam asked, this time it was serious.

"When I was a hospital nurse, there were a lot of male patients like that." Adam was listening more and more seriously overwhelmed with a sudden sense of annoyance.

"Even until someone stopped by the hospital a few times with strange reasons, uh it turns out he also only wanted to see beautiful sisters in the hospital."

Adam who heard it growled himself, until his jaws hardened. Ashma who saw that smiled faintly.

"The story's over but it's pissed off, yeah,"

Adam immediately came to his senses and immediately acted as calmly as possible, "Hm," he muttered, not wanting to answer clearly.

"There is no need to talk about it" Ashma rose from his seat, followed by Adam.

"I want to cook for dinner, what would you like to cook?"

Adam thought about it for a while, "whatever, the important thing is made of you," Ashma shook her head, she thought the man wanted something because given the opportunity by Ashma uh knew it was up to him.

Adam is addicted to eating Ashma cuisine, especially Indonesian food that is familiar on his tongue.

"Well, then I'll go downstairs."

Not yet stepped Adam has pulled Ashma until he almost fell if Adam did not support his body.

"Astaghfirullah's...Mas, surprised to know!"

Adam grabs Ashma's shoulders, their gazes meeting each other locked making Ashma deg-degan's little heart.

Ashma's cheeks were grabbed by Adam's two burly hands, wiping them smooth like a very fragile item.

"The next few days I won't be able to see you like this,"

Ashma wanted to turn her face away but it seemed difficult because Adam was acting like this, Ashma suddenly sad so she wanted to cry.

Ashma did not know why she became easy baper like this, just felt Ashma did not want to go far from Adam.

"Don't be dramatic like this Mas, usually you're not like this!" Ashma gave a small grumble, taking out her teeth that were at the tip of her tongue.

Adam was stunned for a while to find his wife looking upset. "Not again like that, I'm sorry," Ashma had soared her tears that they just hatched, leaving Adam feeling guilty.

Sensitive feelings lately easily change the mood of Ashma, the peak when suddenly Ashma is so longed to be embraced by Adam. Even though there is no love between them, they miss each other.

Adam carried Ashma in his arms, allowing himself to fall further and further at the base of the falsehood of his heart. Adam knows he's hurt Ashma if she knows, but her feelings aren't as easily shifted as they are, and Lily is still the winner in his heart.

#TBC