AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 142. START DATING AGAIN

"Seriously can?" ask Amir again.

"Yes, what am I outside of?"

"Honey, there are boutiques that you can use, there are some Queeny employees also plus our workspace, apply patterns and so on there are on the two floors of boutiques ... it was five hundred meters from Abah's house on the main road" Amir explained.

"Then?"

"You don't want to work in that workshop?"

"Qolbie's Same?"

"It's the same with me."

"Can work from the room, if you want to make a pattern also .. if you want to apply do not need to the boutique right, can be at home, our workshop is still the same Abah right?"

"Yes still."

"Then, the point is I go out of the house, for what?.. if just shopping, can DO right .. if the exit nemenin Qolbie way where it is, then I want ... besides, as long as it's all workable from home, what do you do to get out?"

Aiswa spoke long, as his hand applied serum and sunscreen to his face, followed by smearing the handbody on his arm.

Amir kept the hairdryer away from Aiswa's hair, looking at his wife from the mirror reflection.

"Do you want that?" tanyanya seriously.

"Qolbie what do I want?"

"Yes that way," his smile broadened.

"It's also, how the hell ... is it dry?"

"I want to hear you say directly, Rohi .. I don't want you to feel forced," he said softly.

"If Qolbie doesn't say I don't know, next time just tell him I'm wrong or Qolbie wants me to do it, OK?"

"Maa is Allah .. I can't kiss ya, you've made up?"

"Make up what? I haven't made up permission, have I? means not yet .. anyways now all this, just for my husband, if Qolbie lets me make it on my way out of the house then I'll wear it, if not no problem for me...." point her at all the skincare on her dresser.

You're much more mature now, Aiswa.

"His stomach is now on, baby, yesterday's time blur forgot?"

"Our cause is the same, forget," they both laughed in light of the folly and error of the last few years. Recognize mistakes that should have been avoided. Breaking the norm and daring to sin by going alone.

"Bii, later read me 30 juz ya, the feeling once anyone would like to award bil ghoib for me?"

"Still remember aja ... starting later tonight ya, ba'da maghrib to isya, five juz first until you sleep .. now to campus yuk ... where is the rubber? I tie your hair, "Amir grabbed the brown rubber hair from Aiswa's hands, tied his wife's long hair so as not to get sultry while wearing the hijab later.

"Joanna was invited to take all your stuff in the dorm, baby" she recalled to Aiswa.

"She always goes where I go, I don't memorize Bii's path, as long as I'm not going anywhere," he said as he tidied a dusty pink hijab and arranged it to cover the chest.

"Good boy," he rubbed in Aiswa's head.

"Alhamdulillah, well recognized by Qolbie...."

"Ga so make up baby?"

"Ga ah."

"Pake aja, may ko Rohi, if you come out with me," he said again allowing Aiswa to wear thin makeup.

"Yes, I just use powder and liptint nih Bii, see," pull his hand so that Amir sits on the side of the bed to see what he's wearing.

It's getting pretty, duh.

After Aiswa was ready, Amir rushed to do the duha prayer. Until ten o'clock exactly, they also left for the Aiswa campus to take care of his wife's move during the study period of one year.

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Saint Central.

It has been an hour Amir was in the campus secretariat filling out various documents for the transfer of Aiswa, because he is his guardian now.

Aiswa where the hell, long time to take the goods, did you meet his girlfriend here?

Several times his head turned towards the door, sitting quietly imagining his beautiful wife wandering the campus hallway, seen by the eyes of a man who was not his mahram. He's restless.

"I don't have my wife's number, stupid, yesterday try ajaa duh," he riled to touch the temple and then restore the hair that has been neatly arranged.

Si-al ... the action turned out to attract the attention of some young staff there, increasingly fascinated by the presence of a handsome man in their room.

"Honey .. cried happily when he saw Aiswa approaching him."

Aiswa heard the whispers of the women there.

"Bii, stay right here," he said subtly.

"Any thing, I want to find you but afraid of stray .. where do not know your number right."

Aiswa was silent, her fingers reaching for the select object in her husband's grasp, pressing the contact button there.

"Rohi? your former number ran away, didn't you change?"

"I use two Bii numbers, this one I still use and the other is only a college friend," he said while returning Amir's phone.

"Why didn't I think about Singapore and Malaysia yesterday?"

"Destiny, come on, right?"

"Yes everything and the rest of the waiting for the documents to be ready," he added again.

Before long the documents needed have been in their grasp, they also came out of the secretariat office down the campus hallway to the parking lot.

Today the last time he was in London, some of his team-mates gathered to release the brilliant Little A departure.

"Bye Little A, we're miss you" they exclaimed in Aiswa's arms one by one.

"Dear all of you," replied Aiswa no less day while tightening the embrace.

Amir's attention was distracted by the two figures of men from a distance who were approaching them.

"Aey, bye, take care there .. 'am I right speak the language?" said one handsome bule to Aiswa as the girls had broken their arms.

"Thanks Dave," replied Aiswa without seeing the face of the man before her.

"Bye baby, you're so beautiful Aey, I'm gonna miss you" said one of them.

Aiswa was silent in her place, still holding hands with her companions.

As the two Caucasian men extended their hands to shake, Amir welcomed their hands.

"Thanks, Gent, she's my wife," he replied with a stare of dislike. Aiswa who saw her only smiled faintly knowing her husband was jealous.

"Thanks to all of you, see you later." continued Amir pulled Aiswa's fingers to go from there accompanied by a wave of his second hand.

"I now nyesel let you wear make up dear, look at that, the hungry man's gaze looks at you," his whisker was unsettled, his hand pulling Aiswa's body to cling tightly to her.

"Ga's behind Bii? the girls, look at you strawberry cup seger," kekehnya not lose.

"Where they are, they see you... Jo, donk's jacket, "he asked when he saw Joanna carrying Aiswa's coat over her suitcase.

"This, Den Mas, what's it doing?"

"You wear it, baby" Amir draped a jacket from Joanna covering Aiswa's head and face. The burly arm, embracing his wife's body, clung tightly to her.

Instead of being angry, Aiswa laughed at her husband's behavior.

"Bii, behind the bii, I should be the same as Qolbie...." Aiswa's laughter was still heard until they entered the car and got out of there.

"Ga yeah baby, no more I'll permit you to dance...." Amir is still upset.

"Jo, we're going straight home."

"The road used to donk Bii, to Big Ben could be yes," whined Aiswa.

"Originally, wear a jacket or scarf or a mask, OK?" bargained for.

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