AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 138. HUNKEMAN

Aiswa squandered Umma's embrace, hugging the humble middle-aged woman tightly, spilling all the pain of enduring the longing she had endured so far.

"I'm sorry Aish ya Umma, sorry," he said continuously accompanied by a soft sobbing in the deck.

"... we ask ma-af, Aiswa," reply umma stamped. His old hand caressed the head of his only daughter, the daughter of the source of his happiness that was lost some time this.

There is no dry net see how longing for two people melts into one at this time. The taste of haru was out, until Abah's voice dampened the flow of tears that broke on each face.

"Mir, sungkeman used to be the same, invite Aiswa then we are jama'ah .. Guest Mr. Hermana limited time, come," invite Abah neutralize the atmosphere haru.

Nyai Maryam, taking off their embrace, wiped her puffy daughter's face with her wrinkled fingers, slowly.

"Aish the more beautiful yes, the more contained .. you are happy yes dear," her swab gently caressed Aiswa's cheek.

"Happy despite enduring the same longing Umma," he replied softly.

"Honey, let's go to uyut first in front .. he is tired," he called gently while pulling fingers Aiswa.

"Gih, there follow your husband.." yell umma on their fingers link.

Mama Rosalie has prepared a place for sungkeman. Starting from Danarhadi at the far right, followed by Abah, Hariri salim, H. Emran, Hermana.

Succeeded by the ranks of women, Umma, himself then Anggita.

Aiswa followed Amir first, Danarhadi hugged him tightly.

"Mas, take care of everything ... silaturahim especially," his message recalled that many were involved in his marriage this time from Hermana to Anggita.

Amir nodded slowly accompanied by a kiss on his head by Danarhadi.

"Sir, accepted over your husband's lack, take care of him well yes," Danarhadi stroked Aiswa's head.

The girl who had let go of her widow's time nodded slowly while smiling.

"Patience and patience, Mas" continued Abah hugging Amir tightly, patting his son's back several times.

"Peggih, in Shayah Bah, his prayer," replied Amir haru.

"Sir, leave Amir yes, remind him if he's wrong .. You can ask Abah for help advising your husband when he has strayed from his path," Aiswa kissed the reverence of the hand of the man she knew was very polite and gentle.

"This is Allah, Abah's prayer" he said softly.

"Mir, may Allah take care of you, overshadowing with grace throughout life, leave Aiswa yes," Buya Hariri salim hugged his beloved daughter-in-law.

"Buya .. sorry," Aiswa's great-grandson was scared.

"Buya who apologizes to Aish yaa, sorry Buya ... Buya redho, now happy son, follow where your husband takes you.. obey him as long as he does not violate the Shari'a.. baktih properly to him, he is your main obligation," Hariri salim hugged his daughter, he said, I kissed her face that she never did.

"Yes Buya," Aiswa sobbed, he hugged his father long ago until Amir stroked his back slowly.

Hariri Salim unraveled their embrace, wiping away the tears on the face of his daughter.

"Treat Aiswa lovingly Mas, thank you for being my special daughter-in-law ... Abi, always open for you," message H. Emran Aruni's father.

"Titip son-in-law Abi yes dear, your duty is to continue the duty of Aruni my daughter to serve her." H. Emran looked at Aiswa grudgingly, remembering her son who had gone home earlier.

"No'anya Abi, in shay'a Allah," answered Aiswa lowered his head, cupping his hands in front of his chest because he was not his mahram.

Both are moving in front of Hermana now.

"Mir, Papa believes you are capable .. We are all your parents now," Hermana patted her foster daughter-in-law on the shoulder several times accompanied by a young man's smile in front of her.

"Aey, thank you for being in my family, bringing joy and a lot of knowledge to us ... We will forever be your family," he said stuttering sobs as Aiswa simply lowered his head and nodded.

"Your husband, Aish's treasury, serve well and properly, dear."

"Mama Anggi tipped Mama's daughter-in-law who would love God to you Aiswa, love her with all your heart, son."

"Aey, my daughter .. don't forget Mama yes dear, although Amir is your source of love but Mama also love and love Aeyza."

Aiswa hugged the three tightly. She has many mothers now.

Naya, Qonita, Almahyra who saw this scene earlier, hugged her husbands. Remembering the struggles of both of them all this time.

Finally you will get a lot of love from your in-laws Mir, especially Maryam, she will love you, like your ummi. Abah relieved.

"Alhamdulillah, blessings tonight .. we are together first," Imam Islamic centre paused.

"Bii, I'm in my room, I'm not praying anymore" whispered Aiswa as Amir asked her to pick up her face in the room while carrying her suitcase upstairs.

"How many days?" Amir turned his head and smiled to see Aiswa's face meet.

"Four, two more days are usually done," he replied embarrassedly.

"Still concentrated or has changed color?"

"Ga is too, already pink," she followed Amir up the stairs to her room.

"Yes in the room first, it will come down if we finish because Mama said there is a banquet after Isya," he said, opening the door.

"Yes, I'll clean this up first while I wait for you to get it done." His fingers unzipped Amir's suitcase to be tidied up in his closet.

"I go down" he said, holding out a hand rubbing Aiswa's head.

After Isya, Amir waited for Aiswa to come down but never came. He then followed her up because Mama Rosalie had invited guests to dinner in the backyard.

"Sa-yang, ko la-ma...." When he opened the room door, he was presented with a seductive view by Aiswa. His wife was tidying up her long hair, still using a towel wrapped around her body from the chest to the thigh.

"Here, I help you," Amir grabbed the comb from Aiswa's hand making the woman surprised.

"Dih, ko here, there Bii first .. I'm not finished changing," the thrill of covering the open body part with a small towel wrapped in half-wet hair due to a lightning shower and changing pads.

"It's my right, ko closed?"

"Bii, the ultimate nurse," she was funny as she grabbed a dark purple robe from the bed, while her hair was tied by Amir.

"Ga take off all the towels?" god again.

"Ish, Bii," Aiswa put on her shirt quickly, shedding the towel after the robe was used. His hand then grabbed the quadrilateral hijab that he had folded and draped on the side of the bed.

Amir hugged the smooth white body from behind, smelling Aiswa's open nape freely before pulling his zipper up.

"It's if it's an extension, it can be cut, baby, I'll accompany it. But if you want to stay like this, I'll help you take care of it," reach it on Aiswa's long hair.

"It was going to be cut to make it an extension, like long dry if you want to rush away, so moist to the hijab."

"Especially tomorrow-tomorrow, this will always be wet, dear," he whispered in the ear of Aiswa.

"Bii, uh perverted just .. let's go down, want to change clothes first? I'm ready."

"Replace but yes."

"Yes." Yeah." Aiswa turned to face her husband, unbuttoning her shirt slowly with the look of Amir's eyes that could not be separated from his face.

Aiswa who was stared intensely over time became nervous, he had trouble opening some buttons at the bottom.

"You've been there on purpose, what the hell, baby?" Amir laughed when he saw his wife groggy.

"Au ah, open it yourself," Aiswa's murmur passed leaving her husband, choosing to prepare the clothes to be worn.

"You're getting prettier now" he pulled her on Aiswa's arm until they sat on the edge of the bed.

"C-ups."

Geck. Geck.

"Kaaakk ... awaited under the same everything, come on," Naya's voice knocked on their bedroom door.

"Bii, it's gone ... Ka Naya called that."

"In a moment, it was like a dream," Amir still held Aiswa who was sitting on his lap.

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"Ulf, hold down Hasbi's file, I'll clean up after dinner...."

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