A Thousand Flowers
Chaptre 80. Don't Think Weird!

“Ouch! You've been trying to kill me the day after our wedding?” his protest while glancing at Izzah with a teasing blink of an eye.

Spontaneous Izzah rewarded him with a small pinch on his waist as it passed.

“Akh! You're naughty yeah ..” he said, catching Izzah's waist with his two sturdy hands.

Izzah thrashed away, but free. The man locked it. Somehow all her martial skills seemed to just disappear when dealing with her husband.

“Stop, Mas! This room is not soundproof,” Izzah screams hold amused because it continues to be tickled by her husband. The man stopped his action immediately.

“Oh yes?”

Izzah nodded.

“Good. You're free now!” said the man, removing his wife's waist.

At first glance he still took the time to peek Izzah cheek. Makes Izzah sniffling.

Izzah walked over to the dresser, took a comb, then sat down, ready to comb her hair.

“Sini! Let me comb your hair,” said the man, snatching the comb from his wife's hand.

Their smiles and looks met in the mirror. Izzah's head was immediately bowed and his cheeks felt hot as the man peeked his head while continuing to look at him in the mirror.

“Haha ... it turns out my tomboy girl is shy too,” always, tease Izzah.

The rebellious soul of Izzah instantly rose up. He stood glaring.

“Stop teasing me, Mas! Or I'll make you dagger,” assault Izzah, try to take back the comb that her husband held. The man's reflexes raised his hands.

“Sial! Dare threatened me. Overlooking the red cross,” cursed the man in the heart. His eyes were not a second away from his wife's face.

With her charming smile, she again seduced Izzah.

“Sit! I will do it for you,” persuaded him while slowly pushing his wife's shoulders back to sit on the chair. Then, very carefully combed Izzah's hair.

Izzah watched her husband's activities from the reflection of the mirror. He sighed, feeling the gentle touch of the handsome man's fingers in each strand of his hair. It looks like he is dreaming. He asked repeatedly in his heart.

“Is this guy really my husband?”

“What's up? You've fallen in love with me?” the man asked a nosy smile, startling Izzah from his daydream. Their eyes again collided through the mirror.

“Dih. Ge-er! Not that easy, Mas,” refuted Izzah held shame because it was caught being intensely watching her husband.

The man tried to hide the disappointed bias from the look on his face. He smiled blandly.

“It's okay. Just slow. I will wait patiently for that moment to arrive,” whispered, again kissed his wife's head. Suddenly a feeling of guilt infiltrated Izzah's heart.

“I'm sorry, Mas. I promise I will try hard to overcome my trauma. Help me yes!” izzah said slowly. She stood down before her husband.

The man lifted his wife's chin. When their views meet again. Izzah has a beautiful face with the fingertips of his right hand. While his left arm had pulled Izzah's waist, it docked into his body.

“I love you so much. More than I can express in words and can imagine,” whispered, reassuring Izzah.

Izzah's eyeballs stared intently into the bead of her husband's eyes. The softness that emanated from the two dark eyeballs of the man was completely filled with the warmth of love.

“Thank you, Mas. I promise ... will try to open my heart to you.”

Izzah whispered back without taking his eyes off her husband's.

The man tucked a strand of wind-blown hair behind Izzah's ear. With a feeling of being sucked in his wife's lips.

Izzah closed his eyes. Feel the affection that her husband channeled through her soft lips.

“Shshh .…” The man crossed his index finger on Izzah's lip. His eyes glinted with anger.

“Don't ever think that weird!” he continued, shuffling Izzah's hair. Makes Izzah's eyes glare back. The man laughed crisply at his wife's expression.

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The morning sun greeted the warm body of Izzah who was still lying soundly behind his blanket. Her beautiful shiny black hair was struck by the radiant sunlight in the ventilation gap of the room.

A smiling handsome man propped his head up with his left hand. Staring lovingly at the face of his wife who was still lulled in a dream. Slowly touched the child's hair on his wife's forehead gently. The edge of the beautiful face with the tip of her fingers.

He smiled broadly as the woman he loved opened her eyes in shock at the touch of her finger at the tip of her nose.

“Good morning, Dear..” get warm.

“Asaan anyway, Mas,” said Izzah grumbling.

Embarrassed to show his disheveled look, Izzah quickly pulled the blanket with both hands, hiding his head. Makes the smile of the man wider. The blanket that covered his wife's face. Izzah.

“Why? You don't want to see your husband?” asked the man while continuing to pull out the Izzah blanket plan.

“I'm ashamed, Mas,” Izzah said honestly from under his blanket. The man laughed.

“Are you going to continue like that your whole life?” his god continued to observe his wife's reaction.

Izzah slowly lowered his blanket. Peering shyly before finally really showing her waking face to her husband.

The man immediately landed a light kiss on Izzah's forehead. Then close his body and hold his wife.

“Let me hold you for a moment,” her door as she wrapped her right arm around Izzah's body. Izzah hugged her back and hid her face in the recess of her husband's neck, as if giving the man a chance to inhale the scent of his hair and kiss his head.

How long, Izzah looked up at her husband's face.

“Can I go to the bathroom now?” pampered. Feeling restless with his personal assets due to the presence of the monthly guest.

The man held a light kiss on his wife's lips.

“Alright,” he said as he let go of his embrace.

Shameful Izzah kissed her husband's forehead slowly before getting out of bed. Make the man's face look bright. It's the morning sun out there.

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In the dining room, Izzah was busy preparing breakfast for her husband. As the man walked out of the room, he was greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of cooking. He secretly hugged his wife from behind while sniffing the aroma of cooking on the table.

“Dong off, Mas! Soon mother also came out,” said Izzah let the teapot he held floating in the air.

The man immediately let go of his embrace and sat down on the chair, welcoming with joy as Izzah offered a plate of breakfast and a cup of mocha coffee.

After breakfast, the man lifted two large suitcases out and arranged them in the trunk of a car parked in the yard of Izzah's house.

“Mother, we leave yes. Take care of your health, Mother!” tell the man to his mother-in-law.

Rahmi smiled. “Iya, Son. Mother trust Izzah to you.”

“Good, Mother. I will take care of him with all my soul and body,” the promise of the man is steady. Izzah hugged his mother tightly.

Rahmi wipes away her tears as Izzah and her husband have passed by with the sound of a roaring car engine.

“May Allah protect you all the time, Son,” his prayers just before moving into the house.

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