Algebra Bride
In-law oh In-law

"Why are you in my room? Didn't you lock you in the room?" ask Aiza astonished.

"Behind his ingenuity, his son-in-law was much more intelligent. I have a duplicate key." Akhmar showed me the key he had just picked up from his pants pocket. "So pasah ngajakin me to the construction site of the cottage, I took the key that was placed in the drawer of the car, then quickly duplicate it. Easy right?" 

Aiza laughed and clamped the tip of Akhmar's nose.

"Trus now what do you want to do to my room?" ask Aiza.

"Bobok with you."

"Bobok is here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But before dawn tomorrow, you have to move rooms" said Aiza.

"Yes." Yeah."

Akhmar carried Aiza's body to the bed.  This is the time he water his wife, this is how it feels when he feels he is still a newlywed. The inn keeps on.

"Didn't that mean?" ask Aiza so innocently. Akhmar just smelled a smile. The important thing is to keep moving forward. This is what will bring their household entangled by the increasingly strong bond of love.

They love each other, interact with each other to give a beautiful sensation in rhythm.  No matter the sweat washing the skin, but still everything goes beautifully.  Even Ac with low temperatures does not work.

They bathed together, really enjoying the togetherness with love.  Hugging each other, rubbing each other and incessantly peeping at each other.

Akhmar chose to sleep with Aiza in that room.  Then one hour before dawn, Akhmar was awakened by Aiza and told to move rooms.  Nothing for a while cats like this, the important Akhmar sudan get rations.  Last night to hug his wife.  

When Ishmael unlocked Akhmar's room door at seven in the morning, Akhmar looked fit and happy, his face radiant.  Unlike a man like him who should be lackluster and pale due to not getting the inner satisfaction.  

Even Akhmar continued to do kitchen work, helping Aiza do housework.  This time mopping the floor of a house that is quite spacious can make calves trembling.

Aiza passed through the room where Akhmar was mopping while carrying a basket of clothes that were dry and ready to be ironed.  

“Pst... later tonight yes!” whispered Akhmar just as Aiza passed by.

The woman smiled while shaking her head.

“Why is that whispering?” ask Ishmael like a watchdog.

“It is better not to listen, because if you listen, I am worried about the health condition abah.”  Akhmar chuckled.  Malhaka ghost!  Hadeh!

Ismail's eyes looked horror.  Ahar's words had offended heavily.

“This is the tea!”  Qanita put a glass of tea to her husband's front desk.

Ishmael sipped the tea.

“Mas, Akhmar will have shown a positive attitude, there is absolutely no flawed gap from his behavior while at home.  He also looks good treating Aiza.  Look how Akhmar so glorifies women in his way.  Aiza and Akhmar seem happy and close right now.  It means Akhmar has passed the test.  She is a good daughter-in-law,” explains Qanita.

“Not yet passed.  He behaves so when in front of us, but he will not do it while behind us,” chirped Ismail cynical.

“No can suudzon.  It will only be disburse our charity.”   

Ishmael would not respond again.  His eyes refocused on the hape.

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